The Fake Heiress’ Seven Brothers Pampers Her

The male lead of this story is both the school bully and the school hunk. Not only are his grades extremely outstanding, but he is also incredibly handsome. As the author's favorite character, he possesses an array of talents, including playing the piano, archery, horse riding, singing, and proficiency in various sports. He even had the skills of GPS, which allowed him to locate the real heiress and save her any time, and the skill to avoid b*tches, which kept him distant from all females except the female lead. He is also exceptionally strong, capable of effortlessly lifting the female lead with just one hand, even raising her up to the sky.

In short, he is an all-around perfect male god, utterly irrational and lovable.

He was Cheng Yi's golden thigh and timely savior. The seven brothers treat him as their archenemy, afraid that Cheng Yi will be taken away by him. But in the end, they failed to guard against him.

As for herself, being the vicious female supporting character, she could only be mercilessly killed as cannon fodder. She witnessed the happy end of the two with her own eyes and left behind a stroke to advance the plot, hiding her merits and fame.

It's really infuriating!

He Jing didn't want to stay here at first. Since Yan Hanxi was Cheng Yi's man and had nothing to do with her, she decided to take the initiative to stay away from him to avoid being cannon fodder. But for some reason, being attracted to Yan Hanxi seemed to be an innate instinct of this body, or maybe cannon fodder was destined to be unable to resist the male protagonist, so she couldn't leave at all.

Yan Hanxi glanced at her with an indifferent expression, as if they didn't know each other at all. He said, "Get lost!"

He Jing wanted to leave, but she couldn't. She could only watch as the third-year student from First High School picked up his bag and smashed it at Yan Hanxi, only to be kicked away by him.

He Jing finally understood why she was stuck here.

It's the rule in novels that the male lead's show-off moments must be witnessed by someone so that person can scream, "Wow, you're amazing!" How could the readers appreciate the male lead's handsome and charismatic qualities without her as the cannon fodder?

Since she couldn't leave, He Jing decided to stay put. She watched the show lazily.

She even wanted to get some melon seeds to snack on. She leaned against the crooked electric pole at the entrance of the alley with her arms crossed in front of her chest, looking calm and composed. 𝗯𝐞𝗱𝐧𝗼𝐯𝐞𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Yan Hanxi frowned, obviously displeased, probably because her "I won't leave. I'll see what you can do" attitude was too conspicuous. But soon, he had no time to care about He Jing.

Without the worry of "this little girl will call for help", the third-year students of First High School were more motivated than ever for the beautiful girl's attention. They tried to gang up on Yan Hanxi and rubbed their fists. Yan Hanxi's face suddenly turned very ugly.

He turned back to look at He Jing again. He Jing still showed no intention of leaving or calling for help. He pursed his thin lips and faced the third-year students.

As He Jing watched, she discovered that something was off. She thought, "Why was this almighty school hunk so weak? Tsk, he almost couldn't win. It was even lousier than the three moves and two styles that I had practiced before transmigrated. How did he become a school bully like this?"

He Jing questioned the author's logical thinking.

It was unclear if it was revenge or if the fight was too intense and Yan Hanxi forgot that there was someone behind him. A third-year student threw his bag at Yan Hanxi and aimed it at his head. Yan Hanxi dodged and the bag flew straight at He Jing.

Bang!

The ice cream fell to the ground and turned into a mess of white.

He Jing blocked the bag, and the bag of oden in her other hand swayed.

The atmosphere in the alley suddenly changed. Even the stray dog in the alley that held a piece of meat and bone that they had scavenged from the trash can, dared not to bark. The third-year student who had hit He Jing stuttered, "I'm... I'm sorry!"