8 Chapter 8 (1/2)
This situation isn't good!
Sitting alone in a secluded classroom, Han ZiYe slightly bit his lower lip, his hands clutching the corners of his clothes, obviously worried.
Several days had passed since the photo incident, but he's getting more and more nervous, because yesterday, his sister told her that the devil told her that he already knew who made those fake photos.
He had made those photos perfectly, absolutely did not leave any trace that it's almost arguably impossible for the devil to find out who made those. But my sister said that the devil's intelligence network is really powerful, never failing to find what they want.
He's now particularly more worried about what to do if the devil really did find out who the culprit is. Then isn't it his turn to know what the 18 layers of hell taste like? In addition to the devil not sparing him, his sister will also not forgive him. Just thinking about his sister and her eyes full of hate towards him, he couldn't take it anymore….
Maybe he was being too reckless, he shouldn't have come up with such an idea. His plan caused him great trouble, but it didn't achieve its goal to break his sister's relationship with the demon, nor did it make the demon drop out of school. Thinking of this, he really admired that demon's tenacity, he was able to stay in Yucai High School, he didn't even care about how people thought of him…
Suddenly, not very far away from him, an arrogant figure full of anger can be seen, Han ZiYe squinted his eyes… Qi XinLei!! Looking at his expression, he seems to be very, very angry. I should quickly run away, or else I'll definitely suffer.
Qi XinLei got closer and closer to Han ZiYe when he saw him get up, his face became uglier and shouted in anger: ”You brat! Stop! Don't you dare run away, if you dare to escape, this boss will peel off your skin!”
Han ZiYe frowned, he didn't even have the time to think. Qi XinLei's speed was amazing, he rushed to Han ZiYe's face, grabbing himself(HZY), too afraid to even escape.
”Damn you, Han ZiYe, so this is where you're hiding. You bastard, I've been looking for you for a long time.” Qi XinLei fiercely stared at Han ZiYe, his voice and expression as if they would eat a whole person, was equally terrifying.
Han ZiYe's thin, weak arm was grabbed by Qi XinLei. It was painful but he didn't mind it, the only thing he can think of right now is that Qi XinLei already knows that it was him who made those photos, or else, the devil wouldn't come find him.
Feeling panicked, Han ZiYe rushed to comfort himself. Don't panic. Must not panic no. Stay calm.
”Why are you looking for me?” Han ZiYe pressed down the panic in his heart and asked coldly trying to sound like his usual gloomy self, his performance was not any different.
”To get even with you of course! Don't tell me you don't know what you did!” Qi XinLei, cursed through his gritted teeth, angrily staring at Han ZiYe, increasing the strength of his grip, making Han ZiYe frown in pain.