Chapter 410: Day 15 into the Mary Sue Story

Chapter 410: The Fifteenth Day of Being Thrown into a Mary Sue Story

The pink in Leng Bingning's eyes was quickly replaced by a furious red!

She took a big step back, her spine bumping into a flowerpot behind her with a soft thud: "I don't want to know you! Please leave immediately!"

Her voice went up a notch in anger.

Ye Ming frowned, a hint of surprise appearing on his face for the first time.

Was this woman actually for real in her resistance? Not just playing hard to get?

Could it be she wasn't into him? Didn't she know who Ye Ming was?

In this academy, hell, in this whole city, how many women threw themselves at him?

This pure, fierce resistance was like a shot of adrenaline, firing up his urge to conquer even more.

He flashed that trademark sinister smile again, but his eyes went dark and domineering.

He stepped forward again and, without a word, grabbed Leng Bingning's slender wrist. The feel of her skin was smooth and warm, giving him a little thrill, but he tightened his grip and yanked her toward him, while his other hand slammed against the wall by her ear, caging her in a classic, suffocating wall-pin.

"What's the hurry?" he murmured, his breath nearly grazing her ear, his deep purple eyes locked on her red ones, now wide with fear and even more rage: "Woman, you've got a lot of nerve, turning me down?"

"Let go of me! What are you doing!" Leng Bingning fought back hard, her wrist throbbing from his grip, and the books in her arms hit the floor with a clatter.

She tried to kick him, but Ye Ming easily blocked her with his leg and pinned her in place.

Plenty of students nearby had already noticed the ruckus, but once they saw it was Ye Ming, they quietly slipped away. Nobody dared step in.

Ye Ming's rep was as dark as his background; regular students wouldn't dare mess with him.

"I said, we *need* to get ac-quain-ted." Ye Ming said each word slowly, his smile turning cold and determined.

An Yi stood there, watching. His normally calm face slowly darkened.

He frowned slightly.

Maybe it was the butterfly effect—this hadn't happened in the original novel. In the original, when Ye Ming ran into the female lead, she was with Huang Fuxiao.

Maybe without that check, Ye Ming was even more... vile than in the book.

He'd made up his mind not to get tangled up in the whole "chase-and-run" and "angsty love" drama between the leads, but what the hell was this happening right in front of him?

In broad daylight, in the library, openly harassing and coercing someone?

This wasn't the start of some romance—this was the opening scene of a crime!

A wave of disgust rose from deep inside him.

He really couldn't wrap his head around why a guy who ignored other people's boundaries, acted all aggressive and controlling, and treated harassment like it was charming, could be the "male lead" in a novel aimed at young women.

As Ye Ming's face kept getting closer, An Yi didn't hesitate anymore.

He moved forward without a sound, and in a blink, he was right beside them.

Ye Ming was basking in the thrill of the hunt when a sharp pain exploded in his wrist!

His whole arm went numb and limp in an instant, and his fingers let go of Leng Bingning on their own.

"Who?!" Ye Ming grunted, pain and rage boiling up from his gut.

Someone actually dared to mess with his fun!

He instinctively twisted his lips into a "bloodthirsty," cruel grin and snapped his head around, purple eyes blazing with murderous intent, dying to see which dumbass dared to interfere!

Leng Bingning felt her wrist go free, and that sickening pressure vanished in an instant. She stumbled back two steps, heart pounding, clutching her red wrist. When she looked up, An Yi was somehow right next to her, one hand resting casually on Ye Ming's wrist.

She quickly ducked behind An Yi, her voice shaky with leftover fear: "Th... thank you, An Yi."

Ye Ming tried to yank free, but was horrified to find his wrist wouldn't budge no matter how hard he fought!

How was that even possible?! He was Ye Ming, a pro fighter trained hard since he was a kid. Regular guys couldn't even get near him, and his grip strength was insane!

How the hell did this guy have that much power?!

With his wrist locked, Ye Ming was twisted into an awkward, half-kneeling position under An Yi's pressure.

He whipped his head around again, finally getting a good look at the guy.

Ye Ming's breath hitched, almost imperceptibly, for a split second.

At that moment, the man was looking down at him, eyes half-lidded, from above.

There was zero warmth in that gaze—not like he was looking at a person, but at a piece of garbage.

The flash of shock and awe lasted only a second, then came an overwhelming wave of humiliation and blazing fury at being pinned down and looked at like that!

When had he, Ye Ming, ever been disrespected like this?!

"An Yi?!" Ye Ming spat through clenched teeth, his voice warped with rage and pain. "You looking to die?! What's it to you? Who the hell asked you to butt in?!"

He tried to scare the guy with a vicious glare and a shout, while his free hand tensed, ready to strike back at any second.

But An Yi acted like he didn't hear the roar, didn't even glance at his rage-twisted face.

His gaze swept the room, calm and unhurried.

With his superhuman senses, he could feel plenty of eyes watching from behind pillars, between bookshelves, even up on the second-floor balcony.

Some had come over because of the noise, but more had already been standing around watching Ye Ming and Leng Bingning.

Given Ye Ming's background and how he usually operated, nobody stepped in to stop it or say anything—which was expected, and to a degree, he got the whole self-preservation thing.

But... An Yi's senses picked up some weird emotional vibes.

Besides fear, curiosity, and schadenfreude, there were actually a good number of people shooting envious, jealous looks at Leng Bingning hiding behind him?

As if being "singled out" by Ye Ming, being "rescued" by him, was something to be proud of and crave.

This school, in some ways, was seriously messed up.

An Yi finally looked back at Ye Ming's face, his eyes cold, completely flat.

He didn't waste another word. The hand on Ye Ming's wrist suddenly clamped down hard!

"Ugh!" Ye Ming felt an unstoppable force grab his wrist and yank him sideways!

His whole body went off balance, and like a sack of trash, he was effortlessly dragged out of place by An Yi, stumbling and being hauled toward the library doors!