Chapter 441 — The Unlucky Feng Xiaoxiao
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Zhong Yongliang was gloating over his own masterpiece, waiting for the moment when "Yao Yao, I Love You" would appear in the sky and stun the entire crowd—when all at once he heard Feng Xiaoxiao's cry for help!
"Huh?!" Zhong Yongliang's eyes went wide as he stared in disbelief at the firecrackers burning and exploding behind Feng Xiaoxiao! Hadn't she hung them on Wei Zhao? How had they ended up on her?
Earlier, after Feng Xiaoxiao had finished hanging the firecrackers, she had even signaled to him that he could carry out the plan, and only then had he lit the fireworks. How, in the blink of an eye, had the firecrackers changed places?
"Sister Xiaoxiao, what are you..." Zhong Yongliang asked, looking at her in bewilderment.
"Never mind all that—hurry up and find me some water to put these firecrackers out!" Feng Xiaoxiao was frantic; how could she have the presence of mind to explain to Zhong Yongliang? The firecrackers had already burned down to her trousers and in another moment would reach her backside...
"Water... water..." Zhong Yongliang looked left and right, but where in these surroundings was there any water? When they had planted the trees earlier, several buckets of water had indeed been drawn for irrigation, but all of it had been poured into the soil...
While Zhong Yongliang hesitated, the firecrackers swiftly burned up to Feng Xiaoxiao's backside and scorched several holes straight through it. Feng Xiaoxiao was on the verge of tears; casting all thought of appearances aside, she threw herself down and rolled about on the ground. After several rolls she finally put the firecrackers out, but the fabric at the back of her trousers was now past all recognition, and stung fiercely from the burns!
Feng Xiaoxiao was certain that everything had been laid bare, and so she did not even dare stand up. Her eyes brimmed with grievance; she wanted to cry! But she gritted her teeth and held it in all the same.
I am Feng Xiaoxiao—I cannot cry! I do not need anyone's sympathy or pity; crying is nothing but a sign of weakness! Feng Xiaoxiao drew a deep breath and, sitting on the ground, said to Zhong Yongliang: "Take off your shirt and give it to me!"
"Huh? My shirt?" Zhong Yongliang was stunned.
"Hurry up! Don't waste time!" Feng Xiaoxiao frowned.
"A-all right..." Zhong Yongliang could not afford to offend Feng Xiaoxiao; neither her background nor the girl herself was someone he could afford to cross. Since Feng Xiaoxiao had spoken, he could only take off his shirt and hand it to her.
Feng Xiaoxiao took the shirt, quickly wrapped it around her waist, then rose and walked out of the crowd, heading in the direction of the school gate...
Words could not describe how wretched Feng Xiaoxiao felt. She had clearly meant to make a fool of Wei Zhao, and instead it was she who had been made a fool of. She had not taken note of whether the students watching were laughing at her, but one thing was certain: she had become a laughingstock.
To have her backside blown to shreds by firecrackers, and for a girl besides—there was no humiliation more complete than that.
"Wei Zhao! I could eat you alive!" Feng Xiaoxiao was going mad. Sitting in her car, grinding her teeth in a fury, she took the steering wheel for Wei Zhao himself and pounded away at it until her temper barely subsided...
But once her temper had cooled, a searing, burning pain came throbbing from her backside. She had not noticed it before, but now that it registered, it hurt so much that she dared not sit down properly; propping her rear half up, she started the car. She had to hurry home and rest...
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