He's Not My Type At All Chapter 4

What are the characteristics of a heartthrob?

Answer: Everyone loves you.

Oliver Xie is a heartthrob in the novel.

The paranoid, yandere, and domineering president, all types of characters, all fell in love with him at first sight, and began to rob him.

If the heartthrob is so popular, why can't he find someone he likes and turn his sadistic stories into sweet ones?

Why! Got to the point.

Oliver Xie is weak, timid and sensitive, and also sickly.

It turns out that people with this kind of personality are very easy to capture, and once you enter his world, you will definitely be his only ray of light.

But this is an abusive article, how can it be 1v1?

The main culprit that prevented the 1v1 in the abuse was the school bully in front of him who was bullying Oliver Xie in various ways.

At the beginning of high school, Oliver Xie was just a simple introverted male classmate.

After all, his parents were dead, he was born with asthma, he was burdened with huge debts, and he had all his own debuffs. It was obviously impossible for him to be as cheerful as an ordinary high school student under such circumstances.

But he didn't give up hope. He worked illegally after school every day to support himself and at the same time repay a little of his debt to his gambling father.

The executioner who pushed Oliver Xie from introversion to cowardice, and later became extremely lacking in love but closed his heart, was the school bully Wesley Qu.

Darren Yu has finished watching this high school plot.

Wesley Qu was the bully in school and was used to being domineering. I don't know why I just disliked Oliver Xie and bullied him for a whole year.

It could be as small as locking him in an abandoned equipment room overnight and pressing his head into the sink in the toilet, or as big as leading a group of debt collectors to raid Oliver Xie's house, smashing up the store where he worked, and causing him to be fired. ...

He forced Oliver Xie's high school life into a desperate situation and pushed Oliver Xie, who already had low self-esteem and sensitivity, into an endless abyss.

Darren Yu didn't understand it at first and thought it was a deliberate plot to slap someone in the face.

Finally, after reading the introduction and realizing that this was a beautiful novel, and then looking at Wesley Qu's actions and the comments under the novel, I realized that Wesley Qu was a closeted person.

The reason why he bullied Oliver Xie was because he liked him.

But he was unwilling to face his own heart, so he put all the blame on Oliver Xie, thus bullying him even more.

When Darren Yu knew the reason, he was so speechless that he almost smashed his phone.

I thought that Shenqi's brain circuit was indeed unusual.

Wesley Qu was very tall, with a shaved head and deep eyes. There was a layer of chill on his strong facial features. He looked at Oliver Xie with a sinister look in his eyes, as if he would rush over to grab him at any time.

Darren Yu's eyelids twitched several times. He didn't want to have anything to do with the school bully, nor did he want to get involved in the plot of the novel.

He held Oliver Xie's arm with his backhand, intending to push him away to show his stance.

As a result, Oliver Xie's legs suddenly weakened and she fell into his arms with rapid breathing.

Darren Yu:...

The two people who were standing by the pool were very close to them. When they saw Darren Yu hugging Oliver Xie, they walked towards them.

"Did you hear that? Brother Yu asked you to let him go. What do you mean? You are still holding him." The person who came here spoke in a bad tone. Maybe he was used to being arrogant. He started to move when he came over.

Elliott Fu stood a little closer, and when he poked his shoulder, the young master's temper suddenly rose.

Elliott Fu only heard a "Fcuk" sound and punched the man.

Darren Yu closed his eyes in despair, sighed silently in his heart, and supported Oliver Xie, who was limp in his arms, against the wall...

When he looked at the person again, his eyes became more serious.

He could ignore Oliver Xie's affairs and the plot of the novel, or even pretend to be cowardly. But he couldn't ignore his good buddy, his mother's godson.

He and Elliott Fu were very purposeful. There were many people on the other side, so the fight was chaotic, but they just stared at the boy who poked Elliott Fu's shoulder.

The scuffle in the toilet lasted for two minutes and was stopped by the dean who arrived.

In the office, a row of tall boys stood against the wall. The dean of academic affairs paced back and forth in front of them, holding his hands behind his back.

"Tell me, what happened? Who made the move first?"

The dean asked, pointing to the most well-behaved student in the group.

Elliott Fu's face was bruised, but it did not affect his image as a good student in the eyes of the teacher.

Elliott Fu's face is very deceptive, he is fair and tender, and he is very well-behaved. If you don't listen to what he says or look at his grades, he really looks like a good student.

But Darren Yu was familiar with him and knew that this young master was seriously ill. He looked good but was actually very wild.

"Tell the teacher, that monkey poked me first."

The man who poked Elliott Fu was tall and thin, with a sharp mouth and a monkey's cheeks. Elliott Fu was poked by him. Although he fought back, he still had resentment in his heart, so he naturally wanted to yin and yang with him.

"You did it when he poked you?" The dean couldn't understand why students nowadays would get into fights over such trivial things. He just wanted to educate...

Elliott Fu suddenly said loudly: "Do you know who my father is?"

Darren Yu snorted, suppressed the urge to laugh, lowered the corners of his lips, and watched Elliott Fu's performance quietly.

The dean was yelled at by Elliott Fu, and he tentatively said without knowing why, "Who is your father?"

"My dad is the best migrant worker on the streets of China! He worked hard under the scorching sun to tie steel bars eighteen hours a day so that I could go to school. He didn't want me to come to school and be bullied! My dad said, blindly Tolerance will only make the other party more aggressive! He has already poked and pushed me, and the next step is to beat me! Out of self-protection, I can only hit me hard!"

Darren Yu was already used to Elliott Fu's behavior of talking about things.

But the dean was speechless and looked at Elliott Fu with extremely complicated eyes.

He asked the monkey again: "Tell me what happened."

Darren Yu thought he would hear some embellished version of the complaint, but the monkey said: "Director, we are all brothers. Playing in the toilet was a little too much, but we were not serious. Besides, we are all big guys. For a while, Isn't it normal to lose control of your hand?"

The dean looked at the monkey's two black eye sockets, took out his ears, and asked in disbelief: "What? Playing?"

Playing until I punched left and right, the skin on my face was broken, the corners of my mouth were bleeding, and my eyes were purple...

The dean obviously didn't believe the monkey's words. Just as he was about to order someone else, there was a knock on the office door.

The vice principal is here.

The vice-principal told the dean that if the students said they were playing, they were probably playing, and he let them out.

The matter was suppressed by the vice principal with just one word.

Wesley Qu led his people upstairs first.

Elliott Fu touched the wound on his face, hissed, and asked in confusion: "Who is the vice principal here to get?"

"Anyway, I'm not here to get you and me."

Darren Yu and Elliott Fu were used to keeping a low profile on weekdays, and none of their classmates knew their family backgrounds.

In addition, the two of them are always making jokes, and they are easy-going and easy-going, but they don't have the airs of rich kids.

"Oops, it hurts. Brother Yu, accompany me to the infirmary."

Darren Yu glanced at the bruise on Elliott Fu's cheekbone: "What's the use of going to the infirmary for your minor injury? You can just peel a hard-boiled egg and roll it on your face when you go home at night."

Elliott Fu covered his face and frowned: "But it hurts."

Elliott Fu cried out in pain, so Darren Yu had to accompany him to the infirmary.

As a result, there was no attending doctor in the infirmary, and Oliver Xie was the only one in the rest area sitting on the bed in a daze.

After seeing them coming, Oliver Xie straightened his back, moved his lips, then bent his back and lowered his head.

During the fight in the toilet earlier, Oliver Xie was almost out of breath when the dean arrived. The dean was so frightened that he quickly had Oliver Xie taken to the infirmary.

"Where's the doctor? Did he miss work?" Elliott Fu muttered dissatisfiedly.

He sat on the empty hospital bed next to Oliver Xie and directed Darren Yu to find ice cubes for him: "There must be ice cubes in the refrigerator. Get some for me, and then help me find them in the medicine cabinet." A box of anti-inflammatory medicine. I wonder if my handsome face will be swollen before school, otherwise I will be dead!"

Darren Yu first got a box of anti-inflammatory medicine for Elliott Fu from the medicine cabinet in the infirmary, and then went to get him a glass of warm water.

Then he took a piece of gauze from the tray on the table in the infirmary, and then squatted in front of the refrigerator at the door to get ice cubes.

He wrapped ice cubes in gauze, held Elliott Fu's head and applied ice to his face: "You can just go to my house that night. Stay at my house for two days, and then go home after you're ready."

Elliott Fu thought for a while and decided it was feasible: "Okay, but is your dad at home?"

"My dad is not here, but my mom is here. As for my mom, if you act like a baby to her, she will hide it for you."

Yu's mother liked Elliott Fu very much. Every time Elliott Fu went to his house, his mother would personally cook various special dishes for Elliott Fu to eat. If Elliott Fu didn't go to his house for dinner in three days, his mother would call him and ask him to go home for dinner.

Later, I even liked him and recognized him as my godson.

"Yes. Then I will go directly to your house tonight."

The two of them chatted while applying ice, and talked about what they were going to do together tonight, one sentence after another.

Therefore, they did not notice that behind them, the young man sitting on the hospital bed was twisting the white sheets with his fingers, and his fingertips were all white. He bit his lower lip tightly until he tasted the blood in his mouth, then he relaxed slightly and closed his eyes unwillingly.

The supposedly quiet infirmary was filled with the chatter and laughter of two people all morning. The two seemed to have endless topics to talk about.

Suddenly, the chatter stopped.

"Shh, he seems to be asleep."

Oliver Xie lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed tightly. He did not fall asleep.

"Hey, why do you think Wesley Qu targeted him? He had asthma and he pressed his head into the water?" Elliott Fu said in a low voice.

Although Darren Yu had read some novels, he still couldn't figure out what was going on in Shenkei's mind: "Who knows, maybe his brain is abnormal."

After the two of them finished speaking these two sentences in a suppressed voice, they stopped talking, and the infirmary returned to its original quiet environment.