C2 Hsiao Rann Went to Save Tang Yanran Without Caring about Anything Else!

Despite his strong sense of justice, Hsiao Rann was not one to act on impulse. He understood that charging in without thinking would only lead to greater danger.

The question loomed: Should he rescue Tang Yanran?

Hsiao Rann's face betrayed a moment of hesitation and gravity.

It was then he noticed the flicker of hope in Tang Yanran's eyes, now dimmed by disappointment.

"Do you think you can play the hero?"

Lyu Bin saw the effect of his intimidation on Hsiao Rann; his sinister grin deepened. He concealed his dagger once more and his demeanor grew more threatening.

"Tang Yanran certainly has charm. It seems her secret admirers are a dime a dozen," Lyu Bin remarked, shifting his attention from Hsiao Rann.

He surveyed the others in the library with a menacing tone, "But I'd advise against any heroics. My boss has set his sights on her."

Under his intimidating stare, not a single person dared meet his eyes. Heads bowed, they remained motionless.

Lyu Bin's visit was clearly calculated. Despite sensing Hsiao Rann's urge to intervene, he refrained from physical violence. After issuing his warning, he shot Hsiao Rann a fierce look, then resumed his malevolent grin and turned to Tang Yanran.

"Lyu Bin, the bully, reduced to someone's lapdog? Who could possibly command such obedience from him?"

These doubts flickered in Hsiao Rann's mind, yet Tang Yanran's safety was his paramount concern.

"Move it. My boss isn't fond of waiting. Provoke him, and you'll regret it tonight," Lyu Bin continued. Everyone understood the grim fate that awaited Tang Yanran if she were taken.

"You're despicable!" With no one stepping forward in the face of danger, Tang Yanran's composure shattered. Her lips pressed together, she shot Lyu Bin a look of pure loathing. Yet, her scorn only broadened his smile.

"I'm just doing my job—I took the money, now I do the work. I haven't done anything wrong. I hope you'll cooperate and spare me any trouble," Lyu Bin said with a sneer, his smile oozing contempt as he reveled in his own vileness.

"Do I really have no choice but to go with him?" Tang Yanran wondered, her gaze drifting back to Hsiao Rann, who stood by a distant library window, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Tang Yanran was a familiar face in the library, often losing herself in books. She had a passing familiarity with Hsiao Rann, the librarian of four years, though their interactions rarely went beyond inquiries about book locations. She hadn't taken his affections for her to heart.

Yet, her anticipation stemmed from the fact that Hsiao Rann was the first to offer her help. In her mind, he had become her last lifeline. She clung to the hope that Hsiao Rann would find the courage to step forward and come to her aid once more.

Unbeknownst to Tang Yanran, Hsiao Rann was wrestling with his own turmoil. Her moment of hesitation had already soured Lyu Bin's mood.

Lyu Bin's brow furrowed as he suddenly lunged to seize Tang Yanran's arm, intent on dragging her from the library.

But just as his fingers nearly grazed her wrist, Hsiao Rann, caught in his own indecision, finally resolved to act.

"Stop!" Hsiao Rann's voice boomed, startling Lyu Bin into halting his advance.

Lyu Bin, taken aback by the bold defiance, whipped his head around to see Hsiao Rann gripping a dripping mop, his glare fierce.

"Boy, you've got some nerve!" Lyu Bin bellowed.

He brandished a seven-inch dagger.

Simultaneously, his four henchmen, smirking malevolently, advanced toward Hsiao Rann.

Hsiao Rann's complexion blanched at the sight.

He had never intended to be Tang Yanran's sole savior. His hope was that his cry would rally other students to curb Lyu Bin's aggression. He believed in the inherent justice of his fellow college students.

As Hsiao Rann had anticipated, his shout did prompt some students to consider intervening. But the sight of Lyu Bin's menacing dagger sent them scurrying back in terror.

It looked like Hsiao Rann was in for a beating, no question about it.

As the four muscular men closed in on him, Hsiao Rann accepted his inevitable fate—he was going to be roughed up.

Clutching a dagger, Lyu Bin glared at Hsiao Rann and snarled, "Kid, I'm going to give you the lesson of a lifetime!"

One of the brutes sneered at Hsiao Rann and asked nonchalantly, "Should we kill him or just cripple him?"

Lyu Bin shot a glance at Hsiao Rann and replied, "No need to kill him. Crippling will do. Young Master Jiang can handle the fallout from something like this, no problem."

The four men eased up at his words, eyeing Hsiao Rann as though he was already a goner.

The impending brawl sent a wave of panic through the college students in the library; none had anticipated such a violent turn of events.

Despite not knowing whether the thugs' threats were genuine, Hsiao Rann's nerves were stretched to the breaking point. Yet, he didn't abandon his final stand, questioning, "Don't you fear the school will investigate this afterward?"

To his surprise, Lyu Bin coolly responded, "The school's investigation is trivial. You clearly underestimate Young Master Jiang's clout."

With a mocking tone, Lyu Bin's demeanor turned vicious.

"Give him a good thrashing!" he commanded.

His henchmen didn't wait for him to finish—they hoisted their beefy arms, and in a flash, four fists hurtled toward Hsiao Rann's head!

Screams echoed through the library as several girls, terrified, burst into tears.

Hsiao Rann was on the brink of being left dead or disabled.

Many students couldn't stomach the sight of Hsiao Rann being pummeled to the floor; they averted their eyes, unable to watch the harrowing scene unfold.

But just as the four hulking men encircled Hsiao Rann, ready to pounce, a blinding radiance plummeted from the sky behind him, targeting the very spot where they stood in the Northwest Polytechnic University's sole library.

Before Lyu Bin's goons could land their blows, the expansive glass behind Hsiao Rann shattered explosively, scattering shards in all directions.

Startled, Hsiao Rann's mind raced: "What's happening?" Instinctively, he whipped his head around just in time to see a blinding light piercing through the glass, hurtling directly toward him.

"Why would there be meteors in broad daylight?" Hsiao Rann exclaimed, his shock palpable. It seemed his luck had run out, leaving him to contend with both acts of God and human folly.

There was no time to dodge.

The light moved with incredible speed. Before the shards of broken glass could even graze him, the meteor, ensconced in the brilliant glow, was upon Hsiao Rann's back, searing heat assaulting him.

It appeared certain: Hsiao Rann was going to die.

Overwhelmed by despair, he surrendered to his fate. He could already envision the headline in tomorrow's paper: "College Student Crushed by Meteor While Saving a Beauty."

"But to die in such a bizarre, unlikely way... I should be grateful," he mused.

With a wry smile, Hsiao Rann ceased his struggle, resigning himself to the inevitable.

Yet, as the meteor within the strange light descended upon him, a surge of energy compelled Hsiao Rann to grab a mop, poised to strike at Lyu Bin and his cohorts, who were scrambling to get out of the way.

"Do I still have my senses?" Hsiao Rann wondered, bewildered.

He watched, as if detached from his own body, his involuntary actions sending Lyu Bin sprawling with a mop still dripping water.

In a flash, the thugs intent on teaching Hsiao Rann a lesson were vanquished by his hand.

"Is this my final act of vengeance?" Hsiao Rann pondered.

But his triumph was short-lived. After dispatching the four men, he collided with the towering bookshelves of the library. They toppled like dominoes, entombing him beneath.

As the last shelf fell, Hsiao Rann's movements ceased. He caught sight of Tang Yanran, her eyes wide with terror. Before her lay Lyu Bin and his companions, unconscious. Clearly, Tang Yanran had narrowly escaped harm.

"Oh my god! I've actually saved a beauty! It's just too bad I won't have the chance to share my life with her," Hsiao Rann lamented before succumbing to darkness.

Everything unfolded with shocking abruptness. The students in the library fell into a stunned silence for a full ten seconds before someone finally shrieked, "Someone's dead!"

No one paid any heed to Lyu Bin, sprawled unconscious on the floor, nor did anyone rush to aid Hsiao Rann, trapped beneath a fallen bookshelf. Within mere seconds, all the patrons of the library had fled in terror, leaving only Tang Yanran, clad in her simple dress, behind.

With a look of alarm, she gazed toward where Hsiao Rann lay pinned. After a moment, as if something had been ascertained, she exhaled deeply, her tension visibly easing.

She whispered to herself, "Thank goodness he's still alive."

Then, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, she murmured, "But for that foolish man to think about spending his life with me amidst such peril... it's utterly preposterous!"

If Hsiao Rann were conscious at that moment and could see her expression, he would be utterly astounded. Tang Yanran's usual haughtiness was nowhere to be seen; instead, she was the picture of demure shyness.