The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng moved out of Hetang Bay and started sharing an apartment with Qi Xue.

Because it's a shared apartment, the rent is reasonable, and the transportation is very convenient; there's a bus right outside the complex that goes directly to Nanchuan Middle School.

However, the community is a bit old and has stairs. Wen Yisheng lives on the top floor, the sixth floor, and climbs the stairs every day as a form of exercise.

On the last day of the National Day holiday, Wen Yisheng went to Fanxing to practice dance. She planned to finish this semester and then stop coming because she didn't have the money to pay the high dance fees.

After dance practice, Teacher Mi called her to her office.

"Teacher Mi, is there something you need?"

"Sit down and let's talk," Teacher Mi poured her a glass of water. "The international dance competition is being held in Beijing in November. I heard you signed up for a solo performance?"

Wen Yisheng nodded.

Looking at the well-behaved and quiet little girl, Teacher Mi said directly, "It's like this, our Fanxing also represented the school in this year's dance competition, which is a multi-person stage play performance."

"The school has selected fourteen students to participate in the dance drama, but the lead dancer position has not yet been determined."

Teacher Mi is the main choreographer of this dance drama, and she believes that Wen Yisheng is the most suitable and the person she most desires to be the center of attention.

She said earnestly, "The teacher really hopes you can join us and become the lead dancer in the stage play."

Teacher Mi's eyes revealed her admiration.

No one is born a dancer, but perhaps a few individuals are favored and endowed with such talent by the gods.

She believed that Wen Yisheng was the one.

The girl is usually very quiet, and sometimes she seems a bit dull and boring when she stays in the corner of the dance studio by herself.

But when she stands on tiptoe and puts her long hair up, her supple body exudes a unique charm.

It is pure, serene, and beautiful, like the clean, translucent moonlight in nature, untouched by human hands.

That might sound a bit corny, but it's like an angel. Not flashy, yet enough to amaze and fascinate everyone.

Teacher Mi waited for a response. Wen Yisheng lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then gently shook her head: "Thank you for giving me this opportunity, but... I've decided to compete on my own."

Teacher Mi sighed with some regret, but respected her decision: "Alright then, it seems you have your own plans."

"..." No, not really.

Wen Yisheng was a little embarrassed, but actually she was really short of money.

The top five in the dance competition will receive prize money.

If she performs in a stage play, the prize money she receives will be split equally with the other members. She also knows that most of the students at Fanxing come from wealthy families and wouldn't care about that small amount of prize money.

But she really needs it.

"By the way," Teacher Mi said with a smile, "the head judge of the dance competition finals was the principal of our Fanxing School."

"Let me give you a heads-up, the principal might pick a student from the competition to train as his successor, so you'd better do your best."

The principal of the Starry Sky Dance Academy is...

Yu Fanxing is a world-class dance artist.

I've heard people around me talking about how Teacher Yu Fanxing is going to take on apprentices. She was Wen Yisheng's childhood idol, and the thought of becoming her apprentice is incredibly exciting...

"Thank you, teacher. I will try my best!"

"Okay, you can go back now." With such a promising dance talent, Teacher Mi felt that Principal Yu Fanxing would also appreciate her.

Teacher Mi believes that the little girl will shine brightly on the path of dance, and that she will step onto a wider world stage in the future.

—If nothing unexpected happens.

~

The short holiday ended, and Wen Yisheng left the community at six o'clock.

She first went to a breakfast shop to buy a steamed bun, and brought boiled water in her thermos. She ate it while rushing to the bus stop.

When Wen Yisheng arrived at the classroom and put her schoolbag down, she discovered something in the desk drawer.

—It was a paper bag containing breakfast, still piping hot.

Wen Yisheng was puzzled when her phone vibrated in her pocket, a message from her pinned WeChat account.

Wen Zhi: I ate it for breakfast; the grapes were washed.

Wen Yisheng glanced at the paper bag and found pork rib soup, a sandwich, four glutinous rice balls, and a small box of Shine Muscat grapes.

Each item was exquisite, clearly made by hand not long ago.

Perhaps knowing that Wen Yisheng had a small appetite, the portions of each dish were not large.

Wen Yisheng paused for a moment before typing a reply:

I've already eaten, so please don't bring me food anymore. I eat in the cafeteria.

Wen Zhi replied instantly: 【Then throw it away.】

"Wow!" Wei Lan tossed her backpack onto her seat and came over. "Sheng Sheng, did you bring breakfast? It looks pretty good."

Wen Yisheng put away her phone. "Have you eaten?"

Wei Lan smiled and said, "I rarely eat breakfast."

Wen Yisheng pushed all the breakfast to her, saying, "Here, I ate on the way."

"I'm so sorry," Wei Lan said, picking up a glutinous rice ball. Her eyes lit up, and she gave a thumbs up. "This is amazing! It's even better than what my housekeeper makes!"

At noon, as soon as Wen Yisheng stepped out of the classroom after school, her phone started vibrating repeatedly in her pocket.

Wen Yisheng knew who it was without even having to guess. She ignored it, went to the cafeteria, got her food, and found a seat. Having not been to the cafeteria for over a year, she picked up a piece of lean meat, put it in her mouth, chewed it, and Wen Yisheng's expression became subtle.

—It tastes awful.

Her palate had been spoiled by Wen Zhiyang, and the food in the cafeteria had become rather tasteless.

The phone in her pocket was still vibrating. Wen Yisheng suddenly felt annoyed and opened WeChat, which was bombarded with messages.

Wen Zhi:

11:40 AM; [Come to the library on the third floor.]

[You didn't like the food in the cafeteria, so I had someone bring you lunch.]

11:44; [Has he arrived yet?]

11:47; [Answer the phone.]

Ignoring me? Are you planning to cut ties with me completely?

Speak up.

[Ah Sheng, did I do something wrong? Tell me and I'll change, okay? Don't ignore me.]

11:55;

Please pay attention to me.

What does Ah Sheng take me for? A disposable toy? Someone to rely on when needed and discard when not.

"...Is it fun to ignore me? Hmm?"

Wen Yisheng finished reading the message sent by Wen Zhi.

His WeChat profile picture remained quietly displayed on the WeChat interface, and there was no further activity.

Wen Yisheng's mind was in turmoil.

She's really like a wicked person who took advantage of him but is now ungrateful.

However, she really didn't want to rely on Wen Zhi anymore.

Wen Zhique... She clearly said she didn't need him to bring her food anymore. This kindness was just a psychological burden for her right now.

Wen Yisheng felt a little tired. It was heartless of her to say that, but she realized...

She seems unable to shake off Wen Zhi.

When she regained consciousness, she realized that every aspect of her life revolved around him.

Wen Yisheng lost her appetite and swiped her finger across the screen to reply to Wen Zhi's message:

【Wen Zhi, please don't bring me food anymore. I'll eat in the cafeteria from now on. I'm sorry.】

After that, Wen Zhi didn't send her any more messages.

In her second year of high school, she chose her major, and her class was far from Wen Zhi's. Unless they were deliberately trying, they rarely bumped into each other during breaks.

When Wen Yisheng went to the restroom after evening self-study, she ran into Lu Zhizhou in Class 9.

Lu Zhizhou greeted her and was about to leave when Wen Yisheng turned around and called out to him, "Qi Lin... how are you?"

Lu Zhizhou looked around as if he was frightened before saying, "It's okay, it's fine."

"But he was bleeding."

"Hey, a real man is one who has bled; what's a little injury?"

Lu Zhizhou scratched behind his ear, hesitating to speak, and unusually put aside his carefree demeanor, his expression becoming serious and earnest: "Xiao Shengsheng, from now on, don't concern yourself with Qi Lin's affairs, and don't inquire about them."

"Even if you happen to bump into him, pretend you don't know him and turn around and leave. It's better for both of you."

"Huh?" Wen Yisheng didn't understand the deeper meaning behind his words at all.

Before she could ask, Lu Zhizhou had already waved goodbye and returned to Class 9's classroom.