I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl Chapter 732: Another Fragile Object

Chapter 732: Another Fragile Object

After agreeing to keep the heart disease a secret from others for my sake, I felt that the cla.s.s leader’s att.i.tude toward me was significantly different compared to before.

“Would you, would you like to have an apple?”

The cla.s.s leader asked me in a soft voice and pulled slightly on her hand that I was holding, indicating that she needed that hand to peel an apple.

But I did not let go of her hand to allow her to leave, the cla.s.s leader could only let me hold on.

It was as if I became a fragile object that needed even more protection than porcelain in her eyes.

Not only did my body need to be protected, but my mood also needs to be protected. Because of the previous experience of Zhuang Ni leading me to be angry, which led to the attack, the cla.s.s leader began to consciously avoid arguing with me to keep me in a happy mood.

I suddenly realized that my heart condition was a blessing in disguise. I had been given an unbelievable privileged position in the cla.s.s leader’s mind.

The cla.s.s leader thinks I’m a patient, a patient who needs a lot of love and care!

Also, my dad doesn’t even know I’m a patient, so as one of the few people who know, she has to give me double the love!

What kind of plot is this? Is this where I can act like a spoiled child in front of the cla.s.s leader? Can I make some requests that normally she wouldn’t agree to, but she may or may not accommodate me, but at least she will never get angry with me.

The evidence is that I have been holding the cla.s.s leader’s hand for so long, so she has kept the same position to the point of getting numb, but she still didn’t ask me to let go!

The cla.s.s leader is now treating me like I’m a Song Dynasty vase! She’s afraid that if she ruins my mood even a little bit, she would trigger a heart attack.

I’m actually not that fragile, Zhuang Ni was poking specifically at my sore spot which lead me to get really angry. I shouldn’t angry to the extent of a heart attack in normal interactions.

But… maybe I can be a little bad. I would be happy if I can get special treatment from the cla.s.s leader, so why would I change the cla.s.s leader’s established views.

“Okay, I can eat an apple.”

I said while graciously letting go of the cla.s.s leader’s hand. The cla.s.s leader rubbed the back of her tingling hand and left to go peel an apple for me.

She probably didn’t want to make me wait, so it didn’t take long for her to come back. She used the anti-break plates brought by Gong CaiCai and put a round apple that was peeled extremely perfectly without a single blemish on top.

“Is this okay.” The cla.s.s leader held the plate with both hands and asked for my opinion, “If you’re not used to eating it whole, I can cut it a little.”

“I’ll just eat it whole.” I took the apple from the plate, opened my mouth wide and took a bite. It was very sweet with a lot of juice, and there were some minute drops of juice that fell on the cla.s.s leader’s sheets. The cla.s.s leader, who has always had an obsession with cleanliness, did not show any expression of dissatisfaction, and even forced herself to not look at the soiled sheets.

I laughed inside and unconsciously changed my sitting posture to a half lying, half sitting position and leaned back against the metal headboard of the bed like I was recuperating.

The cla.s.s leader quickly picked up a pillow and put it between my back and the headboard, afraid that it would be too hard and uncomfortable.

This kind of unconditional care is really quite addictive. As I ate the apple, the dark thoughts evoked by Zhuang Ni earlier had all scattered away and turned bright.

“Give me your hand.” I shamelessly asked the cla.s.s leader, wondering how she would react.

The cla.s.s leader hesitated a little and handed over her hand with a red face, but it was a different hand compared to the last time, probably because the other hand was still numb.

The cla.s.s leader was so accommodating to the patient that she let me hold her hand and finish eating the whole apple.

The cla.s.s leader took the apple core, with my consent, and after temporarily withdrawing her hand from my grasp, she got up and threw the apple core into the waste basket in the corner of the room. I bet food remains aren’t usually thrown there, but she made an exception for me today.

After taking a paper towel and wiping my hands clean with care, the cla.s.s leader stayed next to me, seemingly waiting for my next command.

Huh, Shu Sha’s performance is like a good wife. Why does it feel like a wife taking care of her sick husband?

“Cla.s.s, cla.s.s leader.” I stuttered a little for some reason, and I don’t even know what thoughts were flas.h.i.+ng through my head right now.

“I’m here.” The cla.s.s leader also looked a bit rattled, looking like a young bride who had just gotten married.

“Can you call me husband?”

I must not have thought about the previous sentence with my brain, G.o.d only knows why I made such an outrageous request.

“You…”

The cla.s.s leader blushed and wanted to get mad, but was worried about making me angry.

Finally, she forced herself to calm down, and said with hers brow slightly frowned, “Don’t make these with me, you should get well first before you say it.”

I caught a loophole in the cla.s.s leader’s words and curiously said, “So what you’re saying is that as long as I get cured, you’ll call me husband.”

“I, I didn’t say that.” The cla.s.s leader blushed, “How can these two things be linked together?”

The cla.s.s leader twisted her face toward the window after slightly feeling bullied by me, she tightly pursed her lips as if she had a thousand complaints she couldn’t voice.

It’s a huge success! I was able to tease the cla.s.s leader without making her erupt with anger, so I’m now one of the cla.s.s leader’s VIP customers, right?

I can’t help but think that it doesn’t matter if I teased her a little more.

I raised my hand in the air and opened my mouth to say something, but the cla.s.s leader asked first: “Do… you want to continue to hold my hand, if it can put your mind at ease…”

Right as she was about to pa.s.s her hand over, I shamelessly didn’t take it, but aimed for her thighs.

“I want to touch your thighs to feel at ease…”

I stretched out my hand at the same time.

Usually, if the cla.s.s leader doesn’t ruthlessly slap my hand away, then immediately storm off, or directly give slap me on the face, that would already be considered a good reaction.

But now, although she did not agree to let me touch her thighs, she only panicked and dodged to the side. It was no different from a weak woman who met a pervert on public transit.

“No, that won’t work.” The cla.s.s leader said after sitting a little farther away, “It’s not good for your heart…”

I have to admit, the cla.s.s leader’s words were right. If she really let me touch her thigh, I can’t guarantee that I won’t make any more excessive demands, which will only make my heart rate soar.

After testing the cla.s.s leader for a while, I figured out her overall principle. She will reject particularly excessive requests, but won’t scold me because she doesn’t want me to get in a bad mood and cause an adverse effect on my heart.

Doesn’t this means that I can make every requests I can think of to the cla.s.s leader and see which ones she will agree to?

No, no, no, I won’t make a bad request like dressing up as a rabbit girl, a cat girl, a maid, a nurse, and taking care of me. If I make a request that will only be rejected, it would only make the cla.s.s leader think I’m shameless.

What immediately came to my mind was the question that had been bothering me for a long time, so I took advantage of the present opportunity to ask it.

“Cla.s.s leader, what exactly was the contents of the text message you sent me when I disappeared?”

Shu Sha’s face suddenly turned white, and then red.

“Nothing, nothing special.” She covered it up, “I only hoped that you can come back safely.”

“If that’s all, you didn’t have to delete it.” I pressed on, “Why didn’t you delete the other text messages asking where I was and hoping I would come back, but only the last one.”

The cla.s.s leader felt like she was being pushed to the edge of a cliff.

“I was in too much of a hurry, so I made a typo and didn’t want you to see my text message with a typo on it…”

I don’t believe it. Although you have obsessive-compulsive disorder and even make sure all your punctuation is used correctly, but if it was only a typo, it would be impossible to cause you blush like that.

“Cla.s.s leader, why can’t you tell the truth.” I feigned dissatisfaction, “Aren’t you a Justice Devil, don’t you hate deceitful behavior, do you think deceiving me is not considered being deceitful?”

The cla.s.s leader put her index finger to her lips and her eyes flashed, “Um… a white lie, once in a while is also…”

“Then you admit that you’re lying.” I raised my voice slightly, “That text message of yours has nothing to do with typos, right, what exactly did you say?”

The cla.s.s leader was so embarra.s.sed that she looked like she wanted to jump into the river, “You, you stop asking…”

Hmph, when would I ask if I don’t ask right now? It’s a G.o.d given opportunity, so how can I waste it? I’m a patient who has heart problems, so I’ll pretend to be sick to scare you and see if you confess.

I immediately covered my chest with my hand, then bared my teeth and put on a painful expression.

“Owww… my heart hurts…”

“What happened?” The cla.s.s leader was alarmed and quickly came to check on me.

I made a distorted weird expression while trembling, “I, I want to know the contents of the text message so badly. If you don’t tell me, I’ll be so depressed that my heart is going to…”

Although the cla.s.s leader could clearly see my lips did not purple and my expression was also too exaggerated, she probably did not want to risk it and nervously negotiated with me:.

“Do I have to say it? I don’t think it would be enough to trigger a heart attack.”

“No, I must know.” I looked like a little boy in the mall begging his mother to buy him toys, “If you don’t tell me, I will die, I will die right now.”

In order to act more like it, I recalled the game “League of Legends”, and what the various heroes look like when they die. I thought “Tryndamere, the Barbarian King” suited me, so I imagined that there was a huge sword stuck into my chest, then I painfully stretched out my hand as if I was questioning the heavens.

“I have only one wish before I die, and that is the content of your text message…”