The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Qi Lin's basketball throw was half a meter away from Wen Zhi's feet, clearly a targeted attack.

Even if the basketball doesn't actually hit someone, the ball's bounce can still cause injury.

Xie Yu reacted quickly and blocked the basketball. He then smoothed things over, saying, "Ah Zhi... don't take it to heart. He's just Lu Zhizhou's cousin, just a kid."

It's not small at all.

Wen Zhi and his classmates are sophomores, while Qi Lin is a freshman. How different can their ages be?

Wen Zhi smiled but didn't say anything, his expression gentle, as if he didn't take it seriously at all.

He stood up, looked at his two cousins ​​who were still tearing at each other, and said unhurriedly, "Lu Zhizhou, don't stop him. My cousin must have something to say to me. Let him come over."

Xie Yu paused slightly.

Lu Zhizhou cursed inwardly, cold sweat dripping down his back.

The two glanced at the stadium, which was crowded with people, and thought that even if these two lunatics caused a ruckus, it wouldn't be a big deal.

Lu Zhizhou loosened his grip on Qi Lin.

Qi Lin's brows and eyes were filled with arrogance as he casually walked over and sat down on the chair next to Wen Zhi.

He was blunt: "My older sister is with you."

Wen Zhi smiled and asked in return, "May I ask who your elder sister is?"

"Wen Yisheng".

Wen Zhi paused slightly, lowered his eyes and smiled, as gentle as ever: "Have I not told you yet that Wen Yisheng is my girlfriend?"

The two spoke softly, and apart from Xie Yu and Lu Zhizhou standing nearby, no one else could hear them.

Qi Lin's face darkened, and he gave a cold laugh: "Do you think I'd believe that?"

Wen Zhi's expression remained unchanged, but his voice carried a cold sarcasm, as if he found it laughable: "I don't care whether you believe it or not."

To outsiders, the atmosphere between them appeared very peaceful.

Only Xie Yu and Lu Zhizhou, who were nearby, knew how suffocating the surrounding air molecules were.

The two exchanged a glance across the distance, then tacitly looked at the sky, the ground, and the ball game.

Qi Lin gritted his teeth, furious: "Even if we're dating, you have no right to restrict my sister's freedom! Have you given her any respect? She's like a puppet in your eyes!"

"What kind of lousy boyfriend are you?!"

Wen Zhi's eyes darkened, and he turned his head to lean closer to Qi Lin.

The two moved even closer, and to outsiders, they looked like ordinary friends whispering in each other's ears.

However, Wen Zhi smiled, but his eyes were cold. He said, word by word, "Don't call me 'sister' all the time. You'd better give up your little schemes. I'll let it go for your brother's sake."

"Some things I only say once."

Wen Zhi's eyes concealed an extremely fierce and wicked glint, and his voice deepened: "Stay away from Wen Yisheng. People you shouldn't touch, you better get the hell away from me."

Qi Lin scoffed, "A madman like you isn't good enough for her. What if I refuse to leave and insist on pursuing my older sister?"

Wen Zhi chuckled, his voice wicked: "Go ahead and try, I'll make you pay."

Qi Lin's face was extremely ugly.

After saying that, Wen Zhi straightened his back, and his expression softened again.

Someone on the court made a beautiful dunk.

Wen Zhi clapped lightly and cheered along with the crowd.

He slowly tilted his head back and drank the water, then stood up, curled the corners of his mouth, glanced at Qi Lin with a mocking look, and walked away.

"Brother Zhi, why did you leave!"

"Let's play one more game."

Several boys wearing basketball jerseys called out to him.

Wen Zhi waved his hand at the others, very politely and amiably, "Next time, I have class later."

Wen Zhiyi left, and Xie Yu followed.

Lu Zhizhou didn't leave. He sat down next to Qi Lin and patted him hard on the shoulder: "Little Qilin, you're too reckless. You can't outmaneuver Wen Zhi."

He sighed in frustration, "Do you understand how reckless he is? Trying to take him away from him is just asking for death!"

"You think I'm afraid of death?" Qi Lin said expressionlessly.

Lu Zhizhou, impatient, shouted, "You little brat, you bastard! Fine, what are you going to use to take it from me?"

"Family background?"

"Do you even know what the Wen family's status is in Beijing? The Lu family has to step aside, let alone someone like you from out of town who doesn't even have family roots in Beijing! No matter how rich and powerful the Qi family is, what good is that in Beijing!"

Qi Lin clenched his fists, making a cracking sound, but he didn't say anything.

"There are so many pretty girls and upperclassmen at university, why does it have to be Wen Yisheng?" Lu Zhizhou stood up, pointing at him as he paced back and forth irritably. "If something really happens to you at my house, how am I supposed to explain it to my aunt?"

"What a terrible thing! Anyway, there's no way you and Wen Yisheng can be together, so just give up on that idea!"

"If you really want to be in a relationship, I'll introduce you to someone similar to Wen Yisheng in a couple of days."

~

Hetang Bay.

After Wen Zhi left, he locked Wen Yisheng in the bedroom, preventing her from going anywhere or contacting the outside world.

Her only form of entertainment was reading books. Wen Yisheng was feeling listless, nestled on the soft sofa, warmed by the sun shining through the window, and slowly began to feel sleepy.

Wen Zhi kept me up very late last night.

Wen Yisheng yawned listlessly, walked to the bedside, and suddenly lost her footing and fell to the ground, her hand landing on the floor.

"Ouch!" she cried out in pain, blood gushing out the moment her palm hit the floor.

It turned out to be Wen Zhiliu's breakfast, but Wen Yisheng knocked it over, and the porcelain bowl and glass shattered on the ground.

When Wen Yisheng fell, her palm landed squarely on shards of glass, and a small shard pierced her palm, a rather shocking sight.

"It hurts so much..."

All the grievances and anger burst forth at this moment. Wen Yisheng knelt on the ground, staring blankly at her palms, which were bleeding profusely. "It's all Wen Zhi's fault, you bastard, you shameless scoundrel..."

Ring ring.

Thirty seconds after my hand was cut, the landline on the table suddenly rang, the shrill, incessant ringing seeming to indicate the urgency of the caller.

Wen Yisheng sniffed and turned to look over.

She knew there was a landline in the bedroom, which Wen Zhi had put there before he left. She had just tried to call for help, but she couldn't get through.

Nowadays, very few people use landlines to make phone calls, and Wen Yisheng thought it was broken.

Could it be that someone called her back on the call she made just now?

Even though the possibility was slim, Wen Yisheng quickly got up and answered the phone, "Feed?"

"There's a first-aid kit in the white cabinet. Use gauze to stop the bleeding first. I'll be home soon." The familiar male voice on the phone startled her.

Wen Yisheng put down the phone receiver, turned around and looked around the bedroom, then suddenly swung her hand and threw the landline phone to the ground.

She felt cold all over, and even though her wound was still bleeding, she didn't feel any pain.

Surveillance... When did this happen, and where is it installed?

This person is a complete psychopath!

She didn't know how to vent the complex emotions of despair in her heart.