The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

After the lecture ended, Xie Yu walked over from his seat and gently tapped Wen Zhi's desk.

He said, "Let's go play ball."

School gymnasium.

Nanchuan University has first-class facilities, with a spacious and bright gymnasium where two groups of people are playing basketball.

Boys at this age always have an alarmingly high level of energy.

Wearing a jersey and shorts, I was sweating profusely from the heat.

Wen Zhi faked a shot, easily avoiding the opponent's interception, dribbled and shot, a three-pointer.

"Ahhh, Wen Zhi! Wen Zhi!" Although it was just a small amateur competition between boys, there were still quite a few people sitting outside the venue.

Cheers erupted from the crowd, and the girl excitedly covered her face as she stood up and screamed his name.

"Wen Zhi is killing me! He usually seems so gentle and mild-mannered, but why is he so fierce and cool when he plays basketball? Does anyone know?!"

"I understand you, there's something inexplicably tingling about you! Wen Zhi is still single, right?"

"Definitely. The line of girls pursuing him could stretch from the school to beyond the Fifth Ring Road. I've never heard of him being ambiguous with any girl. He's exceptionally self-disciplined and clean."

"Perhaps he hasn't met someone he likes yet? Someone like him would definitely be very devoted and affectionate towards the person he likes."

"But I can't imagine... He's so gentle, I'm sure he'll be the kind of person who's completely even-tempered, rarely jealous, and never domineering when he's in a relationship."

"Yeah, yeah, I envy his future girlfriend."

Lu Zhizhou and Xie Yu exchanged a glance.

Lu Zhizhou was clearly distracted while playing, inwardly complaining that these lively young girls had poor eyesight. Without him as the key player to coordinate and pass the ball, would Wen Zhi be able to make three-pointers every time?

On the one hand, he was also feeling worried and irritable.

As he passed Xie Yu, he nudged him on the shoulder. "Did you ask where Xiao Shengsheng is?"

Xie Yu glanced at Wen Zhi not far away on the field and calmly said, "Why don't you ask?"

"I fucking wouldn't dare!" Lu Zhizhou deliberately lowered his voice. "The two of them suddenly took leave and disappeared for three days. Now that Brother Zhi is back, Xiao Shengsheng is nowhere to be seen. Anyway, I think this is suspicious."

Lu Zhizhou was incredibly agitated.

During the three days that Wen Yisheng was away on leave, his cousin Qi Lin was like a powder keg, determined to find Wen Zhi.

Qi Lin, that little madman, stubbornly believed that Xiao Shengsheng was being held captive by Wen Zhi, and tried to call the police several times, but Lu Zhizhou stopped him each time.

This is... seriously.

Why did he have to get into this mess? His brother and cousin both like the same girl? Should he call her sister-in-law or his sister-in-law?

Wen Zhi left the court and casually tossed the basketball to his teammate.

"Is Brother Zhi not going to fight anymore?"

He smiled and said, "You guys have fun."

Wen Zhi walked towards the rest chair.

His forehead was slightly damp with sweat. He casually brushed his hair aside, unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted his head back, and drank water. Sweat rolled down his snow-white, protruding Adam's apple.

The girls outside the venue stared in disbelief, and many called out his name and took out their phones to take pictures.

Wen Zhi didn't care and was too lazy to bother with it, so he took out his phone to check the surveillance footage.

In the surveillance footage, the girl is seen quietly nestled on a soft sofa with her knees drawn up to her chest. The curtains are open, and golden sunlight bathes her in its glow.

The surveillance is detailed and clear enough.

Wen Zhi swiped the screen with his thumb and forefinger to zoom in, and he could even see the girl's tightly closed eyelashes clearly.

She was so pure and gentle.

Looking at her, Wen Zhi felt his heart melting, and he couldn't wait to rush home.

"Brother Zhi." Lu Zhizhou and Xie Yu walked over.

Wen Zhi remained expressionless, turned off his phone screen, and looked at them.

"explain."

The two sat down on either side of Wen Zhi. Ignoring Lu Zhizhou's winks, Xie Yu turned to Wen Zhi and asked, "Is Wen Yisheng with you?"

Holy crap.

Lu Zhizhou reached behind his back and gave Xie Yu a thumbs up.

You're still the bravest one, kid.

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhi showed no change in expression, straightened his back and leaned back in his chair, "What do you mean?"

He glanced at Lu Zhizhou, then looked at Xie Yu, and chuckled casually.

"You all seem quite concerned about Wen Yisheng? Do you like her?"

Lu Zhizhou: "..."

Xie Yu: "..."

"Brother Zhi, can't you be normal for once? We're scared!" Lu Zhizhou wailed, rubbing his face. He really felt that Wen Zhi was becoming more and more deranged.

His possessiveness toward Wen Yisheng was simply terrifying.

This intense, possessiveness made him jealous and wary of all the women around Wen Yisheng!

Xie Yu was uncharacteristically speechless, paused slightly, and then fell silent.

But now there's no need to ask anymore; they're certain that Wen Yisheng never asked for leave to go back to her hometown.

It's unclear how bad things got between the two, but Wen Yisheng was most likely confined to the house and grounded by Wen Zhi.

The three of them sat quietly on the benches for a while.

Just then, a basketball suddenly came flying, landing about half a meter away from Wen Zhi's feet.

"Damn it, who the hell is this who's asking for it... to die..." Lu Zhizhou, with his fiery temper, immediately stood up, but upon seeing the person who came, he instantly felt disgusted.

The one who smashed the ball was Qi Lin, who had just entered the stadium.

Lu Zhizhou chuckled and explained, "It was a slip of the hand. This kid suddenly got Parkinson's a few days ago, and his hands are shaking badly."

He immediately rushed over, blocked Qi Lin's path, and shoved him forcefully, lowering his voice, "What the hell are you doing? Don't cause trouble, get back home!"

Qi Lin was no less strong than Lu Zhizhou, and his face was also ashen: "Brother, get out of the way."

Lu Zhizhou dared not give in and dragged him outside.

Wen Zhi looked up and sized up Qi Lin a few times, then smiled enigmatically.

He was wearing a red jersey, had a effeminate, pale face, and sported a short, energetic-looking haircut.

nondescript.