Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

Jiang Chao, the dean of students, had met Lin Jianshen. At the time, he was carrying two bottles of wine, with some "local specialties" stuffed inside, and was trying to ask Lin for a favor in a humble manner.

He wants his sister to go back to school.

But there were too few local specialties, and Jiang Chao didn't find them appealing.

Therefore, he didn't even ask what his sister's name was.

Tell him to go back and prepare 20,000 yuan.

He would give most of the money to his superiors, keeping only a small portion for himself.

Even so, he still made a lot of money.

Otherwise, he definitely wouldn't be able to afford a house in the Liwan residential area.

The powerful backer provided by the transfer of benefits was very secure, and Jiang Chao was not afraid of him reporting him at all, especially since he had spoken very tactfully at the time.

He wasn't afraid even if he was recorded.

The young man had a forced smile on his face, but his eyes were full of disappointment and guilt.

Jiang Chao has seen many people like this.

Many students missed getting into No. 3 Middle School by one or two points on the exam, and their parents would bring generous gifts to beg for help.

He has rejected countless offers.

Such spots are limited and will be awarded to the highest bidder.

You get used to seeing that kind of look so often that you become numb to it.

Therefore, Lin Jianshen's gaze did not move Jiang Chao in the slightest.

However, this incident left only a minor impression.

Not long after, he patted him on the shoulder and threatened him in the most indifferent tone.

Because Ye Feifei was involved, Jiang Chao went out and made a phone call, reporting directly to a higher-level official.

The reply he received surprised him greatly: "This man is crazy, don't mess with him. As long as Fei Fei isn't seriously harmed, it's fine."

"Also, after this semester ends, change Feifei to another class, and deal with her helpers according to school rules."

"Keep an eye on her from now on, don't let her cause trouble all the time."

Jiang Chao stood there, somewhat puzzled, wondering what methods he had used to make the high and mighty Director Ye bow his head.

After dealing with Jiang Chao, Lin Jianshen grabbed Xia Tingwan's wrist.

Ever since Lin Jianshen started making his move, she had been staring at him blankly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Lin Jianshen softened his fierce tone: "Come out with me, I have something to say to you."

She didn't struggle; under the watchful eyes of countless people, he pulled her out of the classroom.

After walking through the U-shaped corridor and down the stairs, the two stopped on the tree-lined path next to the teaching building.

Xia Tingwan finally snapped out of her daze. Seemingly a little guilty, she spoke first, "Brother, aren't you at work?"

"I've taken a day off," Lin Jianshen said. "Xia Tingwan, didn't I tell you to contact me if you needed anything at school?"

"I did say that." Xia Tingwan lowered her eyelashes.

"So if you were bullied at school, didn't you know to say anything?" he asked.

Seemingly to protect her self-esteem, he didn't speak harshly, just like he used to ask her if she had eaten dinner.

Xia Tingwan clutched the hem of his clothes, watching the light filter through the leaves and cast dappled patterns of light on him.

She lowered her head and remained silent, her shoulders slightly hunched.

Lin Jianshen could tell that she was a little nervous.

He softened his tone a little and looked at her: "Are you afraid of something?"

"Don't worry, it's true that their family is powerful and influential, but I have my own ways of dealing with them."

"Some people are just paper tigers; they look scary, but they're actually easy to break."

Xia Tingwan shook her head: "No, I'm not afraid of that."

She could endure nine years of bullying from the original owner, so what are Ye Feifei's little tricks compared to that?

This kind of pain is nothing to her.

What she feared was something else entirely.

"Then what are you afraid of?" Lin Jianshen pressed.

Xia Tingwan finally raised her head and looked into his eyes, which finally showed vulnerability.

She pursed her lips and said, "I'm afraid you won't want me anymore."

"I'm afraid that if you find out, you'll think I'm always causing trouble and a burden, and then you won't want me anymore."

"I'm also afraid that if you find out, you'll fight them to the death. What if I never see you again?"

Lin Jianshen was stunned, as if his heart had been struck by an electric current.

A subtle, persistent ache spread through my body.

The reason why victims of bullying are chosen by bullies is that, almost without exception, they are all people who lack love.

They lack psychological support, and this psychological weakness manifests in all aspects of their lives, making them a vulnerable group.

So, the one who was wrong was not her, but him.

Xia Tingwan murmured, "So I originally planned to handle it myself, not that I deliberately wanted to hide it from you."

She stood in the interplay of light and shadow, her complexion had improved considerably recently, but she was still quite thin.

Lin Jianshen looked at her, his heart feeling as if it were filled with a sponge soaked with water.

It was so heavy it made him feel suffocated.

After a long pause, he finally said, "Xia Tingwan, don't lower your head."

"Lift your head up."

Xia Tingwan slowly raised her head.

Lin Jianshen looked into her eyes: "You are neither a problem nor a burden."

He said, emphasizing each word: "I've never thought of you as a nuisance."

"I will never abandon you."

"Brother," Xia Tingwan murmured, her eyes slightly red.

At that moment, everything seemed to quiet down.

The wind is no longer noisy, and the swaying light and shadow are frozen in time.

His words, "I will never abandon you," kept echoing in Xia Tingwan's ears.

Lin Jianshen gently rubbed the top of her head; her hair was gradually no longer dry and yellow.

She's grown up like a young woman.

"I said I would support you until you graduate from college."

"I'm still waiting for you to find a good job and earn me a million."

"After this, you can do whatever you want, I won't bother you anymore."

"Until this, I will never allow anyone to bully you like this."

Xia Tingwan looked at him and nodded.

There was something I kept in my heart, something I never said aloud: "Brother, I just hope you will never leave me."

Lin Jianshen said, "Alright, you go back to the classroom first, I'm leaving."

He took a few steps forward.

Scenes of him protecting her flashed through Xia Tingwan's mind.

When the landlord came to collect the debt, he stood in front of him.

Next to the market, when an electric scooter rushed towards him, he shielded himself and made himself walk on the inside of the road.

When she was being bullied and pulled out a lighter to retaliate, he held her hand and said, "I'll do it."

She suddenly called out again, "Brother."

Lin Jianshen stopped and turned around: "Is there anything else?"

Xia Tingwan suddenly pounced on him and hugged him tightly.

"Brother, I won't be afraid to cause you trouble anymore. I'll tell you if anything happens."

"it is good."

"Brother, if you ever need anything in the future, you can tell me, and I can help you."

"it is good."

"Brother, no matter what you do in the future, you have to take good care of yourself, okay?"

"it is good."

Xia Tingwan hugged him tightly and didn't let go for a long time.

Lin Jianshen initially wanted to push her away, but then thought that this might be a natural reaction when she was vulnerable, so he simply patted her back gently.

Her face was pressed against his chest, and her eyes fell on the flower trellis built against the roadside trees.

There, the wisteria was in full bloom.

Wisteria flowers have a very short blooming period, usually concentrated in mid-April to early May.

A few wisteria vines can bloom a second time, flowering again in July and August.

This tree-lined avenue is one of the iconic landscapes of the Third Middle School, and the photos of the distinguished teachers were taken here.

Therefore, the wisteria here is a carefully selected variety.

It has a large root system and is a superior variety.

There are also dedicated gardeners who take meticulous care of it, maintaining appropriate light, water, and nutrients.

Therefore, the wisteria here is still blooming in September.

Although I don't know when it will wither.

Maybe next month, maybe next week, maybe tomorrow.

But at this moment, the wisteria on the trellis is indeed still in bloom.

Flowers of varying shades of purple converge into cascading spikes, cascading down gracefully.

Swaying gently in the wind.

It was as if a vibrant life was trembling in every bouquet of flowers.

The flowers were reflected in Xia Tingwan's pupils.

It drove all the way into her heart.

"Alright." Lin Jianshen ruffled her hair again. "Go back now."

Xia Tingwan's results in the first monthly exam were not ideal.

She ranked 55th out of 65 students in her class.

The teacher asked students to bring their report cards home during the weekend break for their parents to sign.

Xia Tingwan was a little embarrassed: "Brother, please sign this."

She has no parents, only this older brother.

Lin Jianshen carefully signed his name on the report card.

"Not bad. It's impressive that you can still surpass so many people after being away from school for so long."

Xia Tingwan earnestly promised, "Brother, don't worry, I haven't taken an exam in a long time, so I'm a little out of practice."

"I'm sure I'll make a big improvement in the next exam."

"I'm sure I'll be in the top three in my class during the final exams."

Lin Jianshen said, "Just do your best."

"Remember to eat well. If you don't have enough living expenses, just tell me."

Xia Tingwan looked at him, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

She was in despair after her adoptive parents died.

She got good grades, but who should she show her report card to?

When she cleans her house spotless, who praises her?

When she leaves the house, who will care about her?

This is no longer her home.

Every time she leaves, she never wants to come back.

She wandered the streets like a lost soul until late at night before she had no choice but to return.

Things are different now; he's at home.

He would comfort her and encourage her.

He will definitely praise her when she makes progress in the future.

She had almost forgotten how wonderful it felt to have a home.