Dressed as the villain's cannon fodder daughter

Europe, country y.

Oxon University, each college of the school looks like a medieval monastery, with many tower-like buildings in the city.

In the botanical garden.

The noble man raised the Seagull df-1 camera, adjusted the aperture and focus, and made a click.

"Who dares to take photoshere?" A deep and magnetic male voice sounded. (Translation: Who dares to take pictures here?)

The man put down the camera in his hand and looked around after hearing the sound.

A man with blue eyes and brown hair stepped out of the grass, with deep and handsome features, sharp edges and corners, and wanton eyebrows and eyes.

The two looked at each other.

The blue-eyed man was slightly stunned. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, tall and tall, with a pair of deep and dark black eyes. The sharp-edged outline was full of distance, but only the eyebrows and eyes had a gentle curvature.

It is the kind of existence that stands out from the crowd without doing anything.

He is also one of the few oriental men in the school.

This person gave him a very strange and contradictory feeling.

"whoareyou?" (translation: who are you?)

"Lu Zeyuan." The eastern man responded to him, his brows and eyes were distant and indifferent, "princemecca!"

Rick McKay was taken aback, his eyes froze for a few seconds.

This man actually knew him.

He hasn't been back to school for nearly a year.

At this moment, a few boys came from behind, and they called out respectfully: "princemecca!"

Rick Mecca looked back and gave them a look.

Their hearts were shocked, and they couldn't help but flinch, and stopped in their tracks, with a submissive look on their faces.

When he turned to look at the eastern man again, he was nowhere to be seen.

At this time, Rick still didn't know what kind of person Lu Zeyuan was, he only felt that this oriental man was mysterious and difficult to approach.

He is very interested in this oriental man.

Rick went to the people behind him and asked: "Do you know that Eastern man?" (Translation: Do you know that Eastern man?)

Some of them nodded.

Then he told him some news about Lu Zeyuan that he knew.

Rick lost interest immediately after hearing what he said so plainly.

Rick likes to sleep and often sleeps in many places in the school.

I saw Lu Zeyuan again in a remote corner of the school.

He was besieged by many influential people. Obviously, Lu Zeyuan's conspicuous yellow skin was the target of their target.

They talk profanely.

He even pushed him with his hands, but Lu Zeyuan, who got into trouble, didn't say a word.

Rick sneered, this guy turned out to be a good counselor.

No fun!

It seems that they look up to him.

But later he discovered that this guy just doesn't like to do it himself, he likes to stand in the dark and play tricks, kill people without blood, turn people around, and pick himself up.

Seeing that he didn't resist, those people wanted to attack Lu Zeyuan, but a few stones were caught off guard and fell on them from above.

"Ah—" they cried out, "who?"

They looked up one after another, and when they saw Rick, they looked horrified and fled hurriedly.

After they all ran away, Rick jumped down easily and steadily.

Lu Zeyuan said his thanks with a gloomy gaze.

Rick frowned slightly, narrowed his blue eyes and looked at him for a few seconds, obviously not the kind of person who would be bullied...

Lu Zeyuan then walked away.

"Hello, Chinese!" Rick stopped him in his unfluent Chinese.

Lu Zeyuan stopped, turned around to look at him, and said in a neutral tone, "Prince Maika, what's the matter?"

"I'm curious, are you Chinese people so cowardly?"

Lu Zeyuan's handsome eyes were dim, and his lips slightly curled up, but he didn't answer his words.

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A few days later, in a classroom of finance.

In the hazy but light morning light, Lu Zeyuan sat by the window, his handsome face melted in the light, but his eyes were cold and indifferent.

The window frames are patchwork, and the bright sunlight is refracted by the glass, falling into his estranged black eyes.

And the shadows of the panes fell sparsely on him, and even in the sunlight he looked dim.

He has a completely different temperament from his peers, gentle and alienated.

Others can fully feel how good his family background and upbringing are from his tall and straight figure and his consistent gentle eyes and expression.

Many foreign girls in the class were interested in him, a handsome oriental man, and approached him to strike up a conversation, but he rejected them all.

The reason given was that he already had a fiancée.

Before he went abroad to study, the marriage partner that his family had arranged for him was a good friend's sister.

He has met her several times, she is a gentle and demure beautiful girl.

The professor came in with the lesson plan, followed by Rick, who walked straight towards Lu Zeyuan.

Finally sat down next to him.

The emotion on Lu Zeyuan's face remained unchanged, and he continued to concentrate on reading.

Rick's blue eyes were dark, and he said in a low voice: "It seems that I underestimated you."

Lu Zeyuan didn't look up, turned to the next page with his right hand, still focused on the contents of the book, and replied, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"You know what I'm talking about!"

Lu Zeyuan looked at him sideways, with warm eyebrows and a slight smile on his lips.

Rick frowned slightly, wondering why he was so calm as water.

In the end, Lu Zeyuan just answered him: A gentleman uses his words but not his hands.

Rick, who was born and raised in country Y since he was a child, didn't understand what a gentleman is. When he returned home, he found his Chinese teacher to explain what a gentleman is.

Listening to the Chinese teacher's explanation of those people who were called gentlemen in Chinese history, Rick was surprised for a while.

It turns out that China is a country with so many gentlemen. No wonder so many prosperous and prosperous countries have been established throughout the ages and are still standing tall.

It wasn't until later that Rick came into contact with Chinese culture that he realized that a person like Lu Zeyuan could not be considered a serious gentleman...

I have to add a word in front, false!

He is a hypocrite!

One thing before people, another thing behind people.

But that's not the right way to describe him.

His "fake" is not the kind of hypocrisy, shameless and despicable villain in the traditional sense.

No wonder why I felt strange and contradictory when I saw him for the first time.

Afternoon is horse riding class.

The venue is not the school, but a racetrack near the school.

The racecourse is equipped with advanced equipment, first-class horse trainers, breeders who specialize in taking care of the horses...

Country y has a special liking for horse racing. Horse racing symbolizes the status of high society. Every year, the traditional Royal Ascot of Country y is also known as a classic social event for nobles.

Students who can take equestrian lessons are either rich or expensive, and the horses they ride belong to themselves.

Rick once again saw the peculiarity of Lu Zeyuan, an oriental man.

Lu Zeyuan, who was wearing a racing uniform, was leading a thoroughbred horse worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Rick led a beautiful Ahal Tekin horse that he raised, and walked to Lu Zeyuan's side, raising his eyebrows in anger.

"Is your horse a thoroughbred?"

"En." Lu Zeyuan's nasal cavity overflowed.

Equestrian teacher: "last week, i mentioned that today's class will have a competition."

Immediately, the equestrian teacher waved in Lu Zeyuan's direction.

Rick called him back, with a displeased face, why does this old guy always make trouble for him.

Before he could move his legs, Lu Zeyuan led the horse towards the equestrian teacher.

Rick's blue eyes squinted, and his eyes closely followed his tall figure.

The students started talking about it.