The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

"Brother's Love"

In the past, Wen Yisheng would have found these words absurd and disgusting.

Wen Yisheng, who was completely dependent on Wen Zhi both mentally and physically, gradually became lost as he gradually eroded and controlled her.

"Ah Sheng, do you hate your brother?" Seeing her lost in thought, Wen Zhi patiently asked again.

Wen Yisheng snapped out of her daze.

She glanced at their clasped hands.

Wen Zhi's hands were beautifully slender, with each finger joint exquisite, and he held her hand firmly.

"No," she said in a muffled voice.

"That's good, Ah Sheng is such a good girl." Wen Zhi gently stroked her hair, like rewarding an obedient cat.

"Then, I'll ask you one last time."

He half-forcefully turned her face to meet his gaze, and smiled. "Are you hiding something from me?"

Wen Yisheng shook her head, her expression serene, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering gently.

"It's nothing."

There really wasn't anything wrong; she didn't want to tell Wen Zhi about her dance studies for the time being.

Like a bird trapped in a gilded cage, yet wary of its surroundings.

Wen Zhi seemed to believe her, and he gently stroked the skin on the back of her hand with his fingertips.

"Ah Sheng, you must discuss anything with your brother beforehand, understand?"

His voice was gentle and calm. "I don't like being deceived, especially by you. Otherwise, I would be very, very sad."

Wen Zhi scrutinized her every expression and gesture as he continued.

"You know that, right? My brother has a very good temper."

"But even good-tempered people have their limits."

"My bottom line is that I will not tolerate any betrayal or deception. I will never let anyone who hurts me get away with it, Ah Sheng, do you understand?"

Wen Zhi's voice still held a smile, gentle and refined, but his words were full of a menacing threat.

He was already impatient and didn't want to play the gentle older brother trick with Wen Yisheng anymore...

Wen Yisheng froze as if she had been struck on an acupoint.

She didn't know how she got back to the classroom; it seemed like Wen Zhi had brought her back.

Like a puppet manipulated and tormented by Wen Zhi.

"Sheng Sheng? Sheng Sheng!" Wei Lan waved in front of Wen Yisheng.

It wasn't until I shook her hard that her eyes, which seemed to have lost focus, regained some light.

"What's wrong with you? You've been lost in thought, and you can't hear me when I call you."

Wei Lan was a little worried. "You said you were going to the restroom to see Wen Xueshen. What does he want with you?" Wen Zhi had just escorted Wen Yisheng to the classroom door before leaving, and many people in Class 2 had seen that.

Wen Yisheng lowered her eyes listlessly: "It's nothing."

Wei Lan patted her head, feeling something was off. Sheng Sheng seemed to be back in the state she was in during her freshman year when she was isolated and wronged.

"Sheng Sheng, I need your help with something."

Wen Yisheng rubbed her face, feeling much better, and smiled slightly: "Sure, go ahead."

Wei Lan said, "Our school is going to hold a cultural and arts festival soon. I'm the vice president of the student union, so I have to direct everything inside and out, which keeps me quite busy."

"I was originally in charge of leading the student discipline inspection team and the labor and hygiene department to conduct routine inspections in all classes across the school, but I've been too busy lately and haven't had time to inspect the afternoon and evening self-study sessions, so I'd like to ask you for a few days' help."

Wen Yisheng understood, but she felt it was a bit inappropriate: "But I'm not in the student council, and I don't know your rules, how can I help..."

"Why don't you just assign a student council member to replace you?" she suggested sincerely and reasonably.

Wei Lan said directly, "I don't trust them! Just help me for a few days. It's just checking the discipline and hygiene of each class's self-study period, and the students' appearance. It's very simple."

In fact, Wei Lan felt that Wen Yisheng was becoming more and more quiet and reserved, and she didn't like to leave the classroom. Sooner or later, she would get bored.

So she wanted her to go out and socialize, to get busy and not have time to isolate herself.

Unable to resist Wei Lan's pleading, Wen Yisheng finally nodded in agreement.

The routine checks will begin during today's afternoon self-study session.

Wen Yisheng put on an armband and joined several members of the inspection team.

The group treated Wen Yisheng with great politeness, clearly indicating that they had been reprimanded by Wei Lan.

Two of the male members were freshmen, and they blushed secretly. Wen Yisheng was usually not one to show off, and this was the first time they had heard that there was a senior in the sophomore year with such outstanding temperament and appearance.

"Everyone's here, let's go." Wen Yisheng was the leader of the group.

Her expression was calm yet slightly serious, her attitude perfectly balanced.

I asked Wei Lan beforehand, and the check-ups will start from the nearest third-year building and end at the first-year teaching building.

The inspection tasks included classroom hygiene and discipline, as well as the appearance of each student.

The campus was peaceful in the afternoon; the classrooms and corridors were quiet, with only the occasional chirping of cicadas in the summer air.

The group split into two groups. Wen Yisheng and a girl went up the stairs on the left.

Third-year students have a lot of work to do, so you rarely see them sleeping; most of them are buried in their books and doing exercises.

Wen Yisheng walked into the third-year teaching building.

First check the hygiene corner, then inspect the students' appearance.

Wen Yisheng scanned them one by one, and suddenly saw a cold face that seemed to say "keep away".

Wen Yisheng was taken aback when she saw Zhong Xu. She had a good impression of him and smiled at him.

Zhong Xu's expression remained indifferent, but he nodded at her.

Next is the second year of university.

When Wen Yisheng entered Class One, the first thing she saw was Wen Zhi sitting by the window. He stood out so much; his quiet and refined demeanor made him very noticeable.

The moment Wen Yisheng looked over.

As if sensing something, the pervert lifted his eyelids, his pale eyes locking onto the object.

"..." Wen Yisheng pretended not to see and went to check other groups, while the girl with her checked Wen Zhizai's group.

"Wen Zhi, I don't quite understand the steps for this question. Could you explain it to me?" Zhong Yue'er said sweetly, leaning her upper body towards Wen Zhi. Her slender white arms were visible through her school uniform short sleeves as she pointed to a question on the test paper.

The two were deskmates.

Wen Zhi didn't react much, as if he hadn't heard, his eyes fixed on Wen Yisheng's direction, seemingly lost in thought.

After checking on the students in Class 1, Wen Yisheng blinked and left.

He didn't even look at Wen Zhi, and it's unclear whether he even noticed that his deskmate was a girl.

They seem to have a good relationship; he might slip her a hard candy with filling, just like when she and he sat at the same table.