The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

The entire class of freshman (1) was stunned.

Especially the male classmates who often played with Qi Lin.

Isn't their Brother Lin the one who hates to laugh the most?

He always has a cool face. If anyone calls him a puppy, he'll kick them. He'll show them with his actions whether he's a puppy or a wolf.

Why are you smiling like a flower now? How come you have two faces?!

Wen Yisheng remained very serious, completely unfazed by the boy's attempts to act cute.

He kept changing his mind, saying he was going to the toilet, then he said he was going to the convenience store; his words were incoherent.

Wen Yisheng couldn't help but wonder if the elementary school kid was really smoking. She put on a stern face and asked, "What's your name?"

The boy's lips curled into a slight smile: "Qi Lin."

"Qi Lin, please come out with me for a moment." Wen Yisheng said sternly, carrying her notebook as she walked out of the classroom.

Qi Lin's eyes were dark, and he curved his lips into a smile before turning around and following her out of the classroom.

A murmur rippled through the classroom, but Qi Lin ignored it, laughing nonchalantly.

In the corridor.

Qi Lin stood against the wall, quite cooperative. Wen Yisheng looked up at him and asked directly, "Tell the truth, did you smoke?"

"I wouldn't dare lie to you, sister, it really isn't true." Qi Lin's eyes were sincere.

Wen Yisheng was half-believing and half-doubting.

She had some dealings with the little kid before, and she didn't want to get involved, but he called her "sister," and smoking was a big problem.

But she couldn't determine whether he had actually smoked or not.

Wen Yisheng lowered her eyelids and pondered for a few seconds. Her small, delicate face was fair and exquisite, with a few strands of hair falling on her slender neck. She looked so pure that one wanted to dye her hair.

Qi Lin was almost completely absorbed in watching.

"Then you need to come up with a way to prove you didn't smoke." Wen Yisheng said without changing her expression, passing the buck to him.

Qi Lin nodded calmly.

He bent down, pulled up a corner of his school uniform collar to reveal his fair collarbone, and leaned closer to her: "People who smoke will definitely have their collars smelly."

"Sister, come over and smell me, and you'll know if I've been smoking or not." He smiled, revealing a dimple on his cheek.

Wen Yisheng subconsciously stepped back: "You're not trying to hit on me again, are you? Are you deliberately making me smell you?"

Qi Lin laughed upon hearing this: "Has anyone ever told you, sister, that you're really narcissistic?"

"..." Wen Yisheng was embarrassed.

Her gaze lingered on his pristine white collar, and with a determined heart, she tiptoed, grabbed his collar, and sniffed it.

As she got closer, Wen Yisheng could almost feel the warmth of the boy's skin on the tip of her nose.

A faint soap scent.

There was no smell of smoke.

"Sister," Qi Lin looked down at her, smiling innocently and obediently, "can you clear my name now?"

Wen Yisheng took a step back and cleared her throat, looking slightly embarrassed.

She reached out and calmly straightened his collar, smoothing out the wrinkles: "It's good that you don't smoke. Keep it up, and don't break the rules."

She turned and left.

Qi Lin watched her walk with her arms and legs almost moving in unison, and his eyes crinkled with laughter.

~

While playing ball in the evening, Lu Zhizhou noticed that his arrogant cousin was acting a little differently.

How should I put it? Even his shooting form is a bit different and a bit flashy.

"Are you in heat?" Lu Zhizhou frowned at him.

He didn't even make the shot, yet he still gave that smug grin. This guy's got a screw loose.

Qi Lin threw the ball, walked to the pool, and lowered his head to rinse himself directly under the tap.

After rinsing his head, the boy shook it, revealing his short, black, stiff hair, with water droplets splashing from the stubble.

"I don't care, this is fate." He casually wiped his face and blurted out.

Lu Zhizhou looked speechless: "What the hell?"

"Oh, I see. You found your first love, and she's right here at our school. Am I right?" Lu Zhizhou said confidently.

"What's your name? What year are you in? Which class?"

Qi Lin thought for a moment; the name on his older sister's school badge was Wei Lan. It was a nice name.

However, he doesn't like to talk about these things with others.

A small droplet of water rolled down his cheek to his prominent, pale Adam's apple. He raised his hand and made a shooting gesture towards Lu Zhizhou, *biu*—: "I'm not telling you."

Lu Zhizhou, who was shot: "..." Love really does make people stupid.

"Fine, fine, I won't ask."

"It's my birthday next week, a few friends and I are getting together. Be polite then, don't be arrogant to people. It won't hurt you to have good relationships with them."

Qi Lin knew he was referring to Wen Zhi.

"I know," he replied.

Even among the elite, there are different levels. The Wen family is powerful and influential in Beijing, and many people want to get close to Wen Zhi.

Qi Lin disdained such things, but he still had to say something polite.

Having grown up in a wealthy family, he naturally knows how to put on a facade.

~

Wen Yisheng took Wei Lan's place in studying and checking for four or five days.

Every inspection went smoothly, but when it came to the first-year (1) class, something always went wrong.

"Where is he?" Wen Yisheng asked Qi Lin's male classmate.

The boy glanced at the empty seat next to him and stammered, "Brother Lin went to the convenience store to buy a Coke, oh wait, the teacher wanted to talk to him..."

"..." Wen Yisheng was speechless.

If her deskmate had given a more truthful explanation for skipping class, she wouldn't have needed to care so much in front of everyone.

With so many people watching, and considering she represents Wei Lan's disciplinary inspection team, ignoring skipping class would definitely have a negative impact.

Just as they were at an impasse, Qi Lin appeared at the back door of the classroom and waved to her.

"..." Wen Yisheng gritted her teeth, a little angry, and strode out.

"Where have you been again?" she asked fiercely, her almond-shaped eyes slightly wide, which was not intimidating but rather incredibly cute.

Qi Lin cooperated, obediently standing by the wall with his hands behind his back. "I lost my school badge. I'll go look for it on the playground."

He has an innocent-looking face, and doesn't seem like someone who would lie at all.

But after these few encounters, Wen Yisheng didn't think he was just a simple, handsome younger brother; she felt he was quite cunning.

However, she also learned that this child was the top student in the freshman class, who was both incredibly good-looking and academically gifted.

Wen Yisheng looked at him suspiciously: "Have you found the school badge?"

Qi Lin shook his head: "No."

Wen Yisheng, impartial and incorruptible, opened the record book and wrote: "Class One students are not wearing school badges, deduct 2 points."

After finishing her notes, she closed the notebook, turned around, and left.

He had only taken half a step when his clothes were tugged.

Wen Yisheng turned around and saw the young man's strong, well-proportioned arms, his clean fingertips gripping the hem of her dress.

"Okay, sister, please help me look for it."

"..." Wen Yisheng coldly pulled back her hem, "Go find it yourself after class."

They came to check again.

Wen Yisheng immediately looked in a certain direction.

She breathed a sigh of relief; this time, there were no absent students in the first-year (1) class.

However, the boy lay weakly on the table, propping himself up with his arms, looking utterly listless.

Wen Yisheng ignored it.

"Brother, what's wrong, Brother Lin!" His deskmate shouted, supporting Qi Lin's back.

Qi Lin placed one hand on his stomach and groaned, "It hurts."

"What? Brother Lin is going to die? Hold on, hold on, Brother Lin!!" the boy screamed pitifully, as if Qi Lin would pass away at any moment.

Wen Yisheng was checking the students' appearance and was passing by their group.

Upon seeing this, her eyelids twitched, and her gaze skipped over Qi Lin to check on the others.

I always feel like he's faking it. Why is it always such a coincidence that whenever she comes to check on him, there's always something wrong with him?

As I walked over, my clothes were still grabbed by a hand.

Wen Yisheng paused and turned around.

The boy leaned on the table, looking at her. His dark eyes were moist, his lips were red, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. "Sister, my stomach hurts so much."

He looked weak and unwell, which didn't seem like he was faking it.

Wen Yisheng simply couldn't harden her heart.

"What's wrong? Did you eat something?" She leaned down slightly and asked him. As soon as she got close, she smelled the spicy snack.

"Spicy strips?"

Qi Lin's deskmate craned his neck and held up a number: "Five packs. He can't eat spicy food."

"You can't eat spicy food?" Wen Yisheng didn't know what to say to him.

"Hey classmate, why don't you take him to the infirmary?" Wen Yisheng said to his deskmate.

The classmate shook his head and sat up straight: "I still have to do the test paper."

Wen Yisheng glanced around, and the instant she turned her head, Qi Lin sat up straight, his eyes half-closed, scanning the surroundings threateningly. Like a vicious wolf.

So what Wen Yisheng saw was that the whole class was pretending to be dead, with not a single friendly or helpful classmate, and everyone was buried in their work.

Wen Yisheng felt a chill in her heart.

She seemed to remember something, something that was ultimately a bad memory.

Turning his gaze away, Qi Lin slumped back onto the table, clutching his stomach and groaning softly. Sweat beaded on his nose from the pain: "Sister, it hurts."

"..."

Wen Yisheng took his arm, somewhat helplessly saying, "Let's go, I'll take you to the infirmary."