I'm Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl Chapter 844: Chain Reaction

Chapter 844: Chain Reaction

After I promised I wouldn’t disturb the cla.s.s leader’s studies, Auntie Lin’s att.i.tude towards me became gentler, and she even suggested that I should try harder to get into the same university even if I couldn’t go to the same high school as the cla.s.s leader.

Actually, if you think about it calmly, it might not be her true feelings, but simply a way for her to stall for time.

For example, let’s say someone was trying to woo my sister, let’s use that d.a.m.n lolicon Kyle as an example.

If by any chace Ai Mi doesn’t hate her suitor, or even has frequent contact with her suitor, then what should I do with her suitor as her older brother?

Of course, I should get the best weapons possible, from diesel chain saws to the Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon, and then give Kyle a good greeting from head-to-toe.

However, due to China’s strict weapons control, where even kitchen cleavers are registered, it wouldn’t be easy to get your hands on the Neo Armstrong Cyclone Jet Armstrong Cannon.

Thus, I would have to use delaying tactics from Art of War to deal with Kyle.

I can tell Kyle, “My sister is so young and immature, why don’t you come back in two years, then I won’t object anymore.”

If Kyle believed me, two years later, he would come to the door with a bouquet of flowers, not realizing that what would greet him would be a cannon I stole from the museum…

The reason I took Auntie Lin’s words seriously was because I was too nervous.

I needed all of my strength to defend against the cla.s.s leader’s Justice Devil aura, but now I was facing the aura of the Justice Devil’s mom, and I had to be careful.

Unconsciously, I began daydreaming about a “son-in-law meets mother-in-law” scenario during the conversation which bound my mind to stereotyped thinking.

Actually, right now, where do I have the time to fall in love, I still have a long list of tasks to complete.

Is Ai Mi free? Is my heart disease cured? My life will be in danger if I do more than three minutes of strenuous exercise. If I consider marriage in my current state, then I would be basically trying to make the cla.s.s leader a widow.

Did I already find Su Qiao’s whereabouts? If I can’t find it, then I should be afraid of Grandma Su getting angry and using her needle torture on me!

And I can’t forget about Xiao Qin either! I promised her that as long as she saves 10,000 gold stars, she can be my girlfriend again… Am I planning to go back on my words? I saw a fuzzy memory of me playing happily with Xiao Qin in my mind.

Eh, how could I be happy playing with Xiao Qin? It was clearly Xiao Qin happily beating me up, right? When were my memories modified without my authorization? Did my brain automatically create false memories because I forced myself to not hate the Little Tyrant?

If I don’t consider the tasks I have right now. If I a.s.sume Ai ShuQiao is content with drawing my blood for experiments and releases Ai Mi and Su Qiao, and Xiao Qin doesn’t want to be my girlfriend anymore for some reason (which is even less probable than Ai ShuQiao turning over a new leaf), then can I feel free to boldly pursue the cla.s.s leader?

I don’t think I could. Let’s not mention how Xiao Qin will act as the cla.s.s leader’s step sister, but technically speaking, Ai ShuQiao will become the cla.s.s leader’s mother-in-law! A mother-in-law who commits every evil imaginable and a daughter-in-law who aspires to be a police officer of justice… What a tragic mother-in-law-and daughter-in-law relationship.

I wasn’t one hundred percent sure that Auntie Lin’s words were stalling tactics as my mind wandered. The cla.s.s leader finished washing the dishes and came back from the kitchen while bringing a cup of fresh orange juice for each of us.

“Drinking a gla.s.s of fresh orange juice after a meal can help digestion.”

Although that’s what the cla.s.s leader said, she did not prepare one for herself. She brought two gla.s.ses of fresh orange juice in a gla.s.s for us mainly to ease the relationship between her mother and me.

For some reason, the cla.s.s leader carrying two gla.s.ses of fresh orange juice on a tray reminded me of a waitress in a maid cafe.

Maybe it’s because Ai Mi told me last night to find a way to get the cla.s.s leader to the VIP building so that she could force (trick) her into wearing a maid’s outfit. Now, any gesture that resembles that of a maid makes my heart race.

The cla.s.s leader was already wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, if she paired it with a black skirt with straps and lace, then it would really resemble a maid’s outfit.

Auntie Lin took the fresh orange juice from the tray first. When it was my turn to take it, I recklessly paused for a few seconds because I wanted to admire the cla.s.s leader holding the tray.

The cla.s.s monitor, who was leaning forward slightly, wondered why I didn’t take the gla.s.s. Although it wasn’t tiring holding the tray, the cla.s.s leader’s hair on the side of her face had a tendency to fall into the gla.s.s, so it took a lot of energy for her to maintain this position.

I rebuked myself: the cla.s.s leader was so protective of me today, but I was still playing pranks on her.

I couldn’t stall any longer and reached for the fresh orange juice, but I didn’t expect to have an accident.

I got a nosebleed.

It shouldn’t have happened. I only imagined the cla.s.s leader wearing a maid outfit and calling me “master”, but nothing more. How could I get a nosebleed?

It was humiliating enough to have a nosebleed in front of the cla.s.s leader, but now the cla.s.s leader’s mother saw me have a nosebleed while looking at her daughter. I can’t even explain myself and no one will believe me when I say I’m not a pervert. Auntie Lin can finally put the stun-gun she bought her daughter to good use.

In theory, human nostrils are for nosebleeds, and getting a nosebleed because the weather is too hot is not a big deal, but what killed me was that this nosebleed led to a chain reaction of events.

I spilled the fresh orange juice onto the tray! I was distracted by the nosebleed and pushed the gla.s.s over with my fingertips, and most of the orange juice splashed onto the cla.s.s leader’s chest!

The white shirt was immediately soaked. I could see that the cla.s.s leader was wearing a light blue bra underneath the wet shirt.

The sticky, wet shirt could no longer hide the cla.s.s leader’s well-developed body. I couldn’t help but look a little bit more, then my nose bled even more.

It all happened in an instant, before Auntie Lin could even react. The cla.s.s leader and I, respectively, made choices that made the situation even worse.

I covered my nose with my free left hand to slow down my nosebleed, and then attempted to use my right hand to hold up the gla.s.s so that the last bit of juice left inside wouldn’t spill out as well.

However, the cla.s.s leader thought differently than me. She knew that I had heart problems, so when I suddenly had a nosebleed, she didn’t realize that it was a result of my impure thoughts, but rather a.s.sumed that it had something to do with my heart condition.

So instead of dealing with her shirt, she tried to put the tray down on the tabletop and wanted to check to see if I was having a heart attack.

If she wanted to put the tray down, then she would have to lean forward more, so she ended up walking right into my right hand as I tried to hold up the gla.s.s.

Thus, my sinful right hand was covered in juice.

And also a piece of the cla.s.s leader.

“Ah.” The cla.s.s leader trembled and almost hit me in the face with the tray, but she managed to control herself and put the tray on the table first.

I pulled my right hand back a thousandth of a second after it made contact with the cla.s.s leader’s b.r.e.a.s.t.s, but it was too late and there was no way that the cla.s.s leader’s mother would turn a blind eye to it.

At this moment, the cla.s.s leader wanted to go and change her shirt immediately. Her shirt,that had been made translucent by the juice, was very embarra.s.sing for her and she had to use her hands to cover up key areas.

But she couldn’t leave immediately. First, she wasn’t sure if I was having a heart attack or not, and secondly, she didn’t know how angry her mother would be.

I heard the sound of fingernails scratching against gla.s.s. If it wasn’t for her lack of hand strength, Auntie Lin would have crushed the gla.s.s.

“Ye Lin, you have guts… you actually molested my daughter right in front of me…”

Since everything happened very briefly, it was like my nosebleed got worse after I touched the cla.s.s leader’s b.r.e.a.s.t.s, so it wasn’t strange to be treated as a pervert.

“Auntie Lin, it was an accident.”

My voice was m.u.f.fled as I was still holding my nose, so it wasn’t very convincing, and my nose was still bleeding profusely.

“Mom, don’t be angry, after I help Ye Lin stop the nosebleed…”

Out of concern for my heart condition, the cla.s.s leader didn’t even change her wet shirt before she planned to check on my condition.

Auntie Lin slapped the table, startling her daughter so much that she almost jumped in place.

“Spilling some juice could be called an accident, but can you call grabbing b.r.e.a.s.t.s an accident? Even if it was really an accident, wouldn’t the normal reaction be to immediately slap you?”

That’s true, if the cla.s.s leader didn’t know I had a heart condition, there was a 99.9% chance that she would have slapped me in the face.

The cla.s.s leader, who promised to keep my heart condition a secret, said, “Mom, Ye Lin didn’t do it on purpose, he bled so much, so it’s best to treat it first…”

“That’s just a h.o.r.n.y nosebleed.” Auntie Lin said furiously, “He took advantage of you, but you’re still trying to protect him? How far have you already fallen, is he the only person you will marry?”

“No, no…” the cla.s.s leader begged her mother not to be angry while covering her translucent wet shirt.

“I’m just worried about Ye Lin…”

“Are you worrying that he’s too excited and that he’ll bleed to death after molesting you?”

After saying those words, Auntie Lin got up and walked into the cla.s.s leader’s room, and in less than half a minute, she came out with a flashlight shaped object.

What else could it be other than the stun-gun.

After it was turned on, it was as there were blue sparks jumping between the two needle-shaped electrodes. Auntie Lin’s gaze was surprisingly gentle, and the smile at the corner of her mouth would warm people’s hearts.

“Sha Sha, get out of the way, I’ll “treat” Ye Lin.”