Yinshan Academy.
"What’s that?"
"A gorilla?"
"Damn, he’s so tall?! What a waste not playing in the NBA."
"That little girl is so cute."
"Are they both foreigners? Huh, why is Teacher Ye standing with them?"
Walking through the bustling street of campus stalls, perhaps due to the striking contrast between Bobo and Alice, they instantly drew a flood of attention. Ye Shuang could even see people pulling out their phones to record videos.
"Hmph, make sure to capture my beauty properly," Alice said, clearly accustomed to the spotlight. She tossed her golden ponytail with a proud smirk.
"Just a brat," Ye Shuang chuckled to himself.
But then again, kids from Russia might mature faster. Thinking back to when he was around ten, Ye Shuang remembered spending his days glued to cartoons like Luo Luo’s Adventure and Ultra Beast Force. Even Chen Qin hadn’t been this cocky as a child.
Maybe it was because she had a good night’s rest or because her bodyguard Bobo was by her side, but Alice’s attitude had reverted to its usual self—far from the docile demeanor she showed last night.
"Miss, we’re here," Bobo said, holding a parasol over Alice.
Alice glanced to the side and saw Ye Shuang stopping in front of a lemon tea stall. The one serving customers was none other than Bai Yuyou, wearing glasses!
"You, this gloomy girl, can actually sell lemon tea?" Alice tilted her head up, eyeing Bai Yuyou’s expressionless face.
Bai Yuyou looked at the little girl, rummaged through her pocket, and reluctantly pulled out a chocolate. "Here," she offered.
Alice: "..."
What gave you the impression I like this?
"Teacher Ye, are these two… your friends?" Zhixia asked, staring wide-eyed at Bobo, who towered over the lemon tea cart. It was her first time seeing someone so massive.
"He’s Alice’s bodyguard, and Alice is Yuyou’s younger sister," Ye Shuang briefly explained their relationship. While it wasn’t complicated to say, explaining why Bai Yuyou’s sister was a golden-haired Russian girl would be a challenge.
Besides, Bai Yuyou didn’t know that Alice was actually related to her by blood.
Ye Shuang wasn’t sure if Alice herself knew either.
Zhixia and the others didn’t dwell on it. The kind-hearted Zhixia handed them bottles of water. "It’s pretty hot today—have some water."
"You can also try our lemon tea."
"Thank you, lovely lady," Bobo said, accepting the water bottle, though in his massive hands, it looked more like an oversized medicine vial.
Tang Keke was unusually well-behaved now, with Bobo looming nearby. Even though Bobo was gentle, Tang Keke didn’t dare act too boldly around him.
"So, you’re selling lemon tea?" Alice asked.
"Yeah, but there aren’t as many customers today since the school festival is winding down," Zhixia replied. Still, they had already made a hefty profit over the past few days.
Combined with the prize money from their performance ranking—a fund for club activities—the once-broke Light Music Club was now swimming in cash, enough to rent a decent venue for future performances!
"I’ll help out," Ye Shuang said. He’d been assisting with making lemon tea these past few days.
"Bobo, help him," Alice suddenly ordered.
"Yes, Miss."
Bobo stepped beside Ye Shuang, who just smiled. "No need, Bobo. I can handle this myself."
"Mr. Ye Shuang, the Miss would prefer if you kept her company," Bobo said.
"W-Who said I wanted him to talk to me?!" Alice protested from behind.
"Please, allow me," Bobo insisted, extending his hand.
"Alright…" Seeing no way to refuse without being rude, Ye Shuang handed over the apron.
When Bobo put it on, it looked more like a bib, but thankfully the straps were long enough. Zhixia even tied a neat bow for him.
"Thank you, lovely lady," Bobo said before starting to pound the lemon tea. Ye Shuang had worried his muscular strength might shatter the cups, but Bobo was surprisingly meticulous, using just the right amount of force—even gentler than Ye Shuang himself.
"Do you always order Bobo around like this?" Ye Shuang asked Alice.
"Of course. He’s my personal bodyguard—who else would I boss around?" Alice replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. After all, Bobo had been by her side since childhood, unconditionally fulfilling her every whim.
Ye Shuang watched Bobo’s towering figure. "Did… Uncle Zhou hire him for you?"
"Dunno. Maybe." Alice seemed just as clueless about Bobo’s origins. According to the older household staff, he had just "appeared" in the house one day.
But with a mansion that large, an extra person wasn’t exactly noteworthy.
The only thing Alice knew for sure was that Bobo’s body bore countless scars—so many that he preferred wearing long sleeves and hats outdoors.
After lingering at the lemon tea stall for a while, Alice grew bored. She tugged at Ye Shuang’s sleeve. "Oi, take me shopping. My treat."
"Huh? Why not have Bobo take you?" Ye Shuang asked.
"No way. He’s too huge—blocks the whole view!" Alice huffed.
"Bobo would be sad to hear that," Ye Shuang said with a wry smile. "Besides, isn’t he supposed to keep you safe? Let him take you."
Tang Keke suddenly popped up with a grin. "Alice, I’ll take you! I know this campus like the back of my hand."
Alice’s face twisted as if she’d seen a ghost, instinctively shrinking away. "N-Never mind. I’ll go myself."
The sight of Tang Keke’s oversized backpack still gave her nightmares.
With that, she marched off alone.
"Uh…" Ye Shuang had no choice but to turn to Bobo. "Bobo, Alice just ran off on her own."
Still pounding lemons, Bobo merely smiled—a gentle expression that didn’t match his intimidating frame. "If that’s what the Miss wishes… Mr. Ye Shuang, please follow her. I trust you’ll keep her safe."
"Seriously…" Ye Shuang sighed at the dynamic between this master and servant before hurrying after Alice.
"Alice, slow down!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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