chapter 7 brother Denzel

Got it!
Elio had a smile on his face.
As long as he could start a conversation, the rest would be easy
Soon after, Delyna and Follia, accompanied by the photographer, arrived at the lakeside pavilion to take beautiful photos.
It started off normally.
For every photo taken, Elio would praise it, using phrases like natural beauty and descending fairy, essentially flattering them.
However, as the shoot went on, Elio's requests became more and more outrageous!
"Are you sick?"
Delyna couldn't stand this greasy guy anymore and turned to leave.
"What's wrong, Junior? I haven't finished shooting yet."
Elio came up to apologize, "If you're not comfortable, forget it. Let's take a few more photos in different styles, I have many more ideas."
"I'm not shooting anymore." Delyna's eyes narrowed, standing tall and firm, "Move aside!"
"Alright, alright, if you don't want to shoot, that's fine. Then pay up." Elio blocked the entrance of the pavilion.
"Pay? Pay for what?" Delyna frowned.
"Come on, Junior, we've been accompanying you for half a day. Don't we deserve some payment?"
Elio smirked craftily, "It's not expensive, 70 dollars per photo, we probably shot around a hundred."
"70 dollars per photo? You might as well rob a bank!"
Delyna was furious, "It was you who begged me to shoot!"
"Follia, let's go, don't bother with them."
Follia was disgusted.
To encounter such people on the first day of school, what bad luck.
"If you don't pay, then let's finish shooting the photos. Otherwise, our loss is huge."
Elio's sleazy gaze swept over Delyna's legs.
"Ah, such beautiful legs, shooting a series would definitely gain a lot of followers. Cooperate a little, Junior."
"You!"
Delyna stomped her foot, about to scold him.
Suddenly, Elio was lifted off the ground from behind.
"Who... who is that! Let me go!"
Elio, at 1.68 meters, flailed in mid-air.
Thud! He was thrown out, hitting a pillar of the pavilion, feeling dizzy.
"Castor?"
Delyna saw the young man who suddenly appeared, her cheeks unconsciously turning slightly red.
"Castor, you're here!"
Follia screamed in surprise, her eyes shining as if she saw a hero.
"Damn, where did you pop out from? Get him, beat him!"
Elio, gnashing his teeth in pain, got up from the ground.
But these photography club members, who spent their days taking photos and flirting with girls, lacked training. Seeing Castor's strength, they didn't dare to confront him.
"Just you, wanting to beat me?"
Castor walked up to Elio and kicked him.
Bang!
He kicked him so hard that Elio's nose bled, lying on the ground holding his nose and howling in pain.
The other photography club members stepped back in unison, their faces pale.
This person was ruthless, attacking without a word.
"If this were in the Mini Heavenly Realm, your head would have been relocated."
Castor left a baffling comment, gave a few more kicks, and walked away.
Elio, in agony, went to the medical room with the help of his men
"He must not be an ordinary student, probably involved in the underworld, don't you think, Follia?"
Delyna, following Castor from a distance, guessed in a low voice.
"I don't know, but he was so cool just now..."
Follia crossed her arms, full of admiration.
"Cool? He's not cool at all, not even a bit!"
Delyna would never admit that this unsophisticated guy was cool.
Several minutes later.
Elio, bruised and covered in iodine, walked out of the medical room and called his good brother from the Sanda club.
"Hello, brother Nox?"
"I got beaten up! Brother Nox, you must avenge me, or I won't rest in peace!"
Hearing this, the photography club members' faces changed.
Nox Murphy was a core member of the Sanda club!
This person was a tough figure on the Greenville University campus!
Rumoured to have practiced martial arts since childhood, he had won a city-level Sanda championship. Even ten ordinary people couldn't beat him.
And his uncle was a school leader. As long as he didn't cause a huge disaster, he could get away with anything.
"That guy is doomed..."
...
"We're here."
Castor dropped off Delyna and Follia at their art class, his expression showing impatience.
"Both of you, keep a low profile and don't cause trouble. I'm not your bodyguard."
Follia saluted awkwardly, "Okay, Brother Armstrong!"
Castor was confused, "Eh, Brother Armstrong? What's that about?"
Follia smiled cutely, "Hehe, you're so strong, I'll call you Brother Armstrong from now on!"
Castor didn't particularly like this nickname.
But he was too lazy to argue with Follia over this.
Before leaving, he warned again, "Remember, don't cause trouble. I hate trouble the most."
"Hmph, I'll do what I want, why should I listen to you!"
Delyna, hearing this, became irked and crossed her arms defiantly.
"If it weren't for Aunt Aarons, I wouldn't bother with you." Castor left after saying this.
"Who needs your help, jerk!"
Delyna shouted after Castor's retreating figure, stomping her foot forcefully.
"Does she think she looks cute doing that?"
Castor shook his head.
He strolled to the medical department to report her attendance.
The unremarkable Castor didn't attract any attention.
He randomly picked a seat, took out his phone, and started playing.
"Bro, what are you doing? You seem so engrossed."
In just ten minutes, a bespectacled chubby guy in front turned around.
"Reading a novel." Castor didn't even lift his head.
"What novel, more interesting than the school beauty?" The chubby guy said, "Let's get to know each other. I'm Lyrid Scott, you can call me Fatty Scott."
"Castor."
"Have you voted yet, Castor?" Fatty Scott asked.
"What vote? Not interested." Castor shook his head.
"You're definitely interested!" Fatty Scott's smile was a bit sleazy, "Campus forum, voting for the campus belle. Don't you want to see what the school beauties look like? One of them is in our class!"
He pointed forward.
A pure and pretty girl was surrounded by a group of male and female students, her face red and a bit shy.
"I’m really not interested."
Castor found the novel more interesting.
Having lived for over two thousand years, he wasn't without romantic experiences.
But... no matter how beautiful a woman is, it becomes mundane after a while.
"Keep pretending!"
Fatty Scott looked down on Castor, then chatted with a tall guy at the next desk.
The tall guy, Altair Edwards, came from a rural background, appearing simple and honest.
Hearing that he could see the school beauty, Altair immediately took out his phone and logged onto the campus forum.
"Is this the Delyna they were talking about? Wow, indeed very beautiful, even better looking than a star!" Altair stared at the photo, almost drooling.
"Star? She wouldn't deign to be a star. Do you know the Hill Group? Silas Hill is Delyna's father." Fatty Scott pushed up his glasses.
"Silas Hill? The big businessman who often appears on TV?" Altair Edwards was startled.
"The Hill Group has a market value of several billion dollars. Delyna probably doesn't even consider being a star." Fatty Scott speculated.
"You're wrong."
Castor suddenly interjected, "Delyna's biggest dream is to become a star. This woman is not as noble as you think, she’s quite vulgar actually."