Master Devil Do Not Kiss Me Chapter 99-100

Translated, edited, and proofread by newbienoona

Han Qilu takes off his white uniform jacket, revealing the Stein black collar s.h.i.+rt. She doesn't know if he intentionally left his tie hang loosely around his neck. His white jacket is slung over his right shoulder.

Despite looking like any other cynical wealthy child, her heart skips a beat.

Han Qilu glares at An Chenchuan as the light s.h.i.+nes in his eyes. Sure enough, his face is dark and unsightly.

“Qilu, it was An Chuxia whom I made the appointment with… .” An Chenchuan tries to explain.

However, Qilu cuts him off before he finishes his sentence. He lets out a dangerous sounding laugh. “Our relations.h.i.+p isn't that good that you can call me by my given name.”

These words suddenly puts distance between them. Han Qilu is a person who would put insignificant people in place.

“If you want to buy review materials with us, say so. Otherwise, you're not joining us!”

Qilu seems to want An Chenchuan to misunderstand. He walks into the cla.s.sroom and stops short in front of An Chuxia's table. He gently lifts her chin. “See, my dear fiancée, I do talk to others politely.”

An Chuxia blushes at his ambiguous words. He hurriedly releases his grip on her and says, “If you're ready, let's go.”

He says the words with a smile but his cold eyes meets An Chenchuan's. He will begin to regret asking An Chuxia to buy books with him.

Will there be a day he won't encounter Han Qilu? The answer, of course, is no. He studies the current situation. Han Qilu certainly knows what his intent was with An Chuxia this morning.

But what is HIS intention? Does Han Qilu not want him to be with An Chuxia? But he already made his intent: clear and casual.

His mind comes across countless thoughts. They cloud his vision one by one, covering his insecurities.

Today, Han Qilu is a perfect gentleman. He takes the initiative to shoulder An Chuxia's pink lattice backpack, personally picked by Jiang Yuan. The style isn't befitting of her but Jiang Yuan said she should think like a lady. An Chuxia didn't want to offend Jiang Yuan's temper. She said she just wants to make up for the years she didn't have a daughter to dress up.

If her former cla.s.smates witness her transformation, would they faint? She was formerly the school president. Tang Kayi is the current president is rather severe. But now… she is often bullied and framed. And in order to stay in Stein, she has to endure.

But when will it end?

She blames this guy! An Chuxia walks side by side with An Chenchuan. Han Qilu walks ahead of them and her eyes stare fiercely at Qilu's back. If her eyes can stab, his back would be riddled with wounds.

“I'll take your bag. You hold my s.h.i.+rt!” An Chuxia is unable to put into words how much of an idiot Han Qilu is. It's obvious he carries her bag, but is there a reason for carrying his s.h.i.+rt?

CHAPTER 100
Comic Books Kids Shouldn't be Reading
Translated, edited, and proofread by newbienoona

Han Qilu backs up. As soon as An Chuxia is next to him, he reaches out and throws his arm around her neck. He leans over to her flush face and says, “As your future husband, I help by carrying your heavy backpack. The consequence is taking my s.h.i.+rt without being disgusted. Do you still claim I'm not your man?”

In fact, she only has four books: ordinary textbooks. Could he not have mentioned “heavy”? Perhaps, it is more important than clothes… but didn't he offer?

She wants to lift her head but her eye catches a glimpse of An Chenchuan. His expression is perplexing. She doesn't know what to think of it.

She bows her head and forgets what she's about to say. She doesn't care about him. She takes Han Qilu's arm and escapes his grip. “Fine, I'll help you.”

Han Qilu's satisfaction shows on his heavy eyebrows. “This is good.” His ambiguous mood has no end.

What kind of medicine did he digest? An Chuxia stares at him, hard. They've since arrived at the school gate and she is not familiar with places near Stein. She turns around and asks An Chenchuan, “Where's the nearest bookstore? I don't know what's around here.”

She speaks a lot kinder to An Chenchuan compared to the ways she speaks to Qilu. That tone is the difference and An Chenchuan's eyes slightlydim.

Squinting to look at the distance, Chenchuan scratches the back of his head and looks at Chuxia. “I've never bought books before so I don't know where the bookstores are located. What should we do? Should we find someone and ask?”

It pains An Chuxia to nod in deferment. “I guess we have to.”

Han Qilu's mood sours as he stands aside. Displeased, he takes a few steps and says, “You don't need to ask someone. I know how to get to the bookstore.”

After hearing his words, An Chuxia quietly asks, “Do you really know where the bookstore is, Han Qilu? Every exam, zero test points… guy?”

Chenchuan waits for Han Qilu to blow up on An Chuxia. He tries to find a way to rectify the situation when Han Qilu states, “You can rely on zero-point guy. How could I forget where I get my racing magazines and some… comic books kids shouldn't be reading.”

“You are disgusting!” An Chuxia stares at him. “Then take us. I hope aren't lying.”

Han Qilu lifts his eyebrows to the right, telling An Chuxia where to go.

In five hundred meters, they arrive in A City B District. A City has two downtown areas: one is downtown A, one is downtown B. Downtown B and A have a common ground, that is… they have a black street.

Black Street harbors criminals the police would like to catch. However, their efforts have been fruitless. Because once the police take a half step into Black Street, they die… miserably.

Moreover, the police don't seem to want to take the initiative to make the districts better. It is rumored some of the leaders control the police. Others say the police lead District B's Black Street.

As for who the Hans are… of course, that's something else.

“Han's… books store?” She stares in surprise, looking at the huge four-storey shopping mall.

An Chuxia lists the names in Han Group's Industry. G.o.d, Han Group is active to the very end.