The Villain Doesn’t Want To Date the Cute Heroine - The Villain Doesn’t Want To Date the Cute Heroine chapter 58

58: Wu Liang, the Young Master Who Dislikes Long-Distance Running

“Why are you following me if you’re not going back?”

Wu Liang asked Ning Shuang, who was trailing behind him, puzzled.

Ever since leaving the rooftop, this guy had been following him; when did he acquire a tail?

“I’d just be studying if I went back, might as well wander around outside. But why aren’t you going back?”

Ning Shuang said, hands clasped behind his head, utterly bored, occasionally glancing at Wu Liang’s cheek and pouting discontentedly.

Did Wu Liang really not see, or was he pretending not to notice the fox mask on his face?

Wasn’t the old Wu Liang always so interested in his true face? Why did today’s Wu Liang seem so indifferent?

“This class is Mr. Xing’s PE class.”

Wu Liang glanced at Ning Shuang, to be honest, PE class was quite painful for a homebody like him.

Especially the 1,200-meter run in Hikaru Academy’s physical fitness test, enough to make the pampered young masters and ladies cry for their parents.

“That’s tough for you…”

Ning Shuang burst into laughter upon hearing this, another one of Mr. Yuwen Xing’s PE classes.

If he remembered correctly, that guy really enjoyed making students run long distances.

The old Wu Liang had tried hard to avoid that so-called long run. (Although he was always caught by Yuwen Xing for some ‘loving discipline’ in the end.)

“You’re not just following me to laugh at my expense, are you?”

Wu Liang sighed as he watched his classmates already starting their long-distance run, thinking to himself that he had returned just in time.

“I’ll cheer you on properly, so don’t you die too disgracefully, okay?”

Ning Shuang walked with Wu Liang to the sports field, grinning at the sight of the boys lying on the grass, seemingly lifeless.

It seemed there would be entertainment today, yet Wu Liang surprisingly didn’t feel like running away, which piqued her curiosity.

If it had been before, not only would Wu Liang not come to the sports field, but she doubted she’d even catch a glimpse of his shadow.

“Then you’re in for a disappointment.”

Wu Liang sneered slightly. Nowadays, he wasn’t afraid of the so-called 1,200-meter run.

Not to mention a mere 1,200 meters, even 12,000 meters seemed within reach with an inexplicable confidence stemming from his peculiar body.

Wu Liang had realized when he was dealing with thugs in an alley that his body’s explosive power and endurance had far surpassed that of an ordinary person.

He had this illusion that if a brawl like the previous one occurred, he could even boastfully claim he could take on a hundred men.

Although unclear why his body had become like this, overall, it wasn’t a bad thing.

“Oh, I hope you’re as sturdy as you claim, and don’t come crying to me later.”

Ning Shuang trotted ahead, speaking cheerfully, then quickly found a seat in the stands.

Pulling out a couple of bags of chips and a large bucket of soda from under her skirt, Ning Shuang gave a thumbs up.

“Where did that guy pull snacks from?”

Wu Liang was taken aback by Ning Shuang’s mysterious maneuver.

He had heard of drawing swords, guns, and even missiles from under skirts.

But witnessing a pile of snacks being pulled out from under a skirt was a first for him. Could Ning Shuang’s skirt be a four-dimensional pocket?

“Wu Liang! What are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and get over here for the roll call, you’re up next! Don’t even think about slacking off!”

The rough shout snapped Wu Liang back to reality. Looking at the middle-aged man standing with crossed arms and a dissatisfied face in the distance, Wu Liang raised his hands in surrender.

Was being a few minutes late such a big deal? Yuwen Xing was perhaps taking it too seriously.

“You’re late, you rascal.”

Yuwen Xing frowned at the sight of Wu Liang’s lazy demeanor, his upside-down mustache twitching comically.

He had given Wu Liang just fifteen minutes, but the rascal had stretched it to half an hour.

Really, was he not taking him seriously? Wu Liang shouldn’t think that just because he changed his hairstyle and became handsome, he would go easy on him.

“It was already quite a feat for a weak and sickly boy like me to carry Nan Zhu back, do you think I’m Hercules or something?”

Wu Liang approached Yuwen Xing, rubbing his “delicate” arms with a troubled expression.

He didn’t actually dislike the man; Yuwen Xing was straightforward, said what he meant, and didn’t play petty tricks.

Although he looked fierce, Yuwen Xing cared a lot about his students (except for Wu Liang).

“You can drop the act, aren’t you the Wu Liang who can take on ten at once?”

Wen Xing looked at Wu Liang with a sneer.

With Wu Liang’s towering height of over 1.8 meters, coupled with his solid muscles, just standing there…

You say you’re a frail sickling? Only a fool would believe your words.

“Teacher, you flatter me too much.”

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Wu Liang smiled modestly, then turned his gaze to the Mouse, his groupmate.

Looking at Mouse’s pale and pained expression, Wu Liang smacked his lips.

It seems the physical quality of the young people today really isn’t up to par, to be scared like this by a mere 1200-meter run. (Mouse: Your kind of talk is going to cause public outrage.)

“You slick and slippery brat, alright, go get ready, not warming up properly can easily leave you out of breath!”

Wen Xing slapped Wu Liang on the back, but the pain that shot through his hand made him involuntarily gasp for air.

Staring at his own reddened palm, a tingling sensation spread, causing a drop of cold sweat to fall.

Damn it! How is this kid’s body as hard as a rock? It even hurt my hand.

“Boss! When did you get here? I thought you had slipped away earlier.”

Mouse was stunned to see Wu Liang suddenly appear beside him.

The boss had just slipped away, hadn’t he? How did he suddenly come running back?

And for the boss to actually participate in this so-called long-distance run, it’s like seeing a ghost in broad daylight!

“I’m afraid I might have to repeat the year if I don’t, and if Wen Xing marks me down in his little book, wouldn’t that be terrible?”

Wu Liang stretched his arms, flexing his body, but speaking of which, he really hadn’t run 1200 meters before.

At least in the world he originally came from, he hadn’t exercised much since graduating from college.

“Uh, that is, not to say, Boss, are you really okay?”

Mouse couldn’t help but think of Wu Liang’s near-death expression after running in the past.

Although the boss has a strong burst of energy, he’s not exactly known for his endurance…