The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Early winter in Beijing is already quite cold. Wen Yisheng felt like shivering when he saw Zhong Yue'er's outfit, which prioritized style over warmth.

Her knees were red from the cold, and Wen Yisheng hesitated for a moment, then thought it was still appropriate to mention it as a friend: "Yueyue, you're so pretty, but can you really stand having your knees exposed like that?"

Zhong Yue'er immediately took her arm affectionately, saying, "I just want to look pretty, it's okay!"

"Okay," Wen Yisheng said seriously, "You can apply a hot compress before going to bed tonight, in case you get rheumatism, it'll be very painful."

The two left the broadcasting station and walked downstairs side by side. Zhong Yue'er smiled sweetly and said, "I know, Sheng Sheng, you're beautiful and kind-hearted. If you ask me why Wen Zhi likes you, even I, a woman, can't resist."

Wen Zhi didn't restrain himself at school, and acted as if no one else was around, leading Wen Yisheng in and out of Peking University.

This led to many posts on the forum analyzing the couple's relationship.

After all, it would be a huge sensation at school if a campus heartthrob like Wen Zhi, who is god-like in looks, academics, and background, suddenly started dating a campus beauty from the foreign language department who is equally good-looking and academically excellent.

Someone discovered that the two were each other's first love.

Some say it was a case of the woman pursuing the man. Wen Yisheng is no simple woman; she's particularly good at flirting and has a lot of scheming, which is why she managed to win Wen Zhi over.

There are also many photos of the two of them together on the forum.

Although taken from a candid perspective, some of the photos, with their added blurriness, create an even more stunning atmosphere. They even went viral.

The girl lowered her head, burying her chin in her scarf, while Wen Zhi looked down at her and smiled.

The girl rested her chin on her hand, staring blankly into the distance with a melancholy expression. Wen Zhi glanced at her and smiled.

The girl was looking down at her phone in the basketball court, her wisps of hair gently obscuring her face. Wen Zhi, wearing a basketball jersey, walked towards her with a smile.

Several top-rated comments appeared on the post.

[Woman chasing man? Am I blind? All I see in these photos is a man fawning over a woman...]

My golden retriever looks like this when it wants me to play with it. Sorry, Wen Xueshen, but it really does look like this / hands clasped together]

[The person upstairs feels the same way, and the girl doesn't seem like she's good at flirting; in fact, she seems a bit cold towards the academic genius? (Just my gut feeling, don't argue, arguing means you're right.)]

Why are we talking about who's sucking up to whom? Doesn't anyone say they're a perfect match?

Senior Wen's eyes are so doting; he never leaves Senior Sister's side. Senior Sister even goes to the basketball court to watch him play; she doesn't seem distant at all. Their relationship must be very good. Best wishes!

……

Zhong Yue'er opened the forum on her phone and showed the posts to Wen Yisheng.

"Do you even consider me a friend anymore? You didn't tell me you were dating Wen Zhi. I wouldn't have known if I hadn't been browsing the school forum."

Wen Yisheng got a headache after just one glance.

She was exasperated by these onlookers; why were they always focusing on her and Wen Zhi?

But that's how university is. Restless young girls always need to gossip and chat to spice up their monotonous study life. Once the novelty wears off, everyone goes back to their own business.

"Um... just a couple of days ago. I've been busy with schoolwork lately and haven't been thinking about it," Wen Yisheng explained perfunctorily.

Zhong Yue'er let out a long breath and said, "I really envy you. Wen Zhi and I have been classmates since junior high school, so I know him quite well. He is an exceptionally outstanding person, with a good temper and self-discipline. If he likes a girl, he will definitely be very serious and affectionate."

"I hope I can meet such a perfect boyfriend someday!"

Wen Yisheng smiled bitterly to herself as she listened; she really didn't want this kind of good fortune.

"But Sheng Sheng, you don't seem very happy. Is it... because of Wen Zhi? What's wrong or are you feeling unwell?" Zhong Yue'er looked at her face.

Wen Yisheng forced a smile and shook her head: "No."

Zhong Yue'er suddenly sensed someone behind her.

Turning her head, she saw a handsome and clean-cut young man behind her. He met Zhong Yue'er's eyes, gave her a slightly awkward smile, and nodded.

It looked like he was eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Ji Chen? You're from the broadcasting station too? Are you with Sheng Sheng?" Zhong Yue'er tilted her head and blinked, clearly recognizing him.

"Hmm..." Ji Chen calmed down, his eyes flickered as he looked at Wen Yisheng, handing her the English script in his hand: "This is the script for the broadcast the day after tomorrow. You forgot to take it."

Wen Yisheng smiled regretfully and reached out to take it, saying, "Thank you, otherwise I really would have forgotten."

Ji Chen shook his head slightly, and after delivering the manuscript, he turned and went back to the broadcasting studio.

Zhong Yue'er glanced back at Ji Chen and then at Wen Yisheng's profile, seemingly lost in thought.

Ji Chen... is a computer science major, and he's also a campus heartthrob. He's very capable, which is why Zhong Yue'er knows him.

However, he paled in comparison to Wen Zhi, who was in the same department. From his freshman year, Wen Zhi crushed him in various science and technology competitions and academic performance.

You could say he's the perennial runner-up in the department.

Why would someone with a computer science background be working at the English-language radio station...?

A glint flashed in Zhong Yue'er's eyes as she asked, "Sheng Sheng, is Ji Chen a senior at the broadcasting station?"

Wen Yisheng said, "No, I saw him during the election. He's a newcomer like me. Why are you asking?"

Zhong Yue'er paused for a moment, then laughed: "No, it's just that he's quite handsome."

"Hmm... Let's not talk about that. How are your preparations for the dance competition in five days? We'll be rivals on stage then."

Speaking of dancing...

Wen Yisheng's weariness vanished, her eyes bright and clear, and the smile at the corner of her eyes was as warm and pure as spring sunshine, as if dispelling the chill of winter: "It's alright, it doesn't matter who the opponent is, let's just cheer each other on."

Zhong Yue'er looked at her, her gaze momentarily unfocused. She was truly gentle and pure; no wonder Wen Zhi liked her.

Like a beam of light.

A sudden surge of inexplicable jealousy rose in Zhong Yue'er's heart; she also wanted to taint this ray of light and drag it into the darkness to keep her company.

In an instant, it was overwhelmed by another emotion.

No, she wants to get rid of Wen Yisheng and then make Wen Zhi submit to her and be used by her...

Zhong Yue'er smiled and said, "Okay! Let's do our best together." But it would be bad if something unexpected happened.

~

In the afternoon, at the Information Science Building.

After the large lecture ended and the teacher assigned the group homework, he left the classroom. There were mostly male students in this department, and not many female students in the classroom.

"Hey genius, are you going to participate in the provincial XXX competition next month?" someone asked Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi shook his head, "No."

Another boy immediately chimed in, a former high school classmate of Wen Zhi: "Hey, what provincial level? That's nothing! Wen Zhi participated in high school and won a gold medal."

The boy who asked the question first hesitated for a while before replying, "No wonder he's a genius."

"But since Wen Xueshen isn't participating in this competition, Ji Chen will probably win the gold medal."

In the back row of the classroom, Ji Chen, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up. "I don't bother participating either!"

"You're so scared! Nobody's forcing you to participate, why are you so agitated..." Everyone in the classroom looked at Ji Chen with bewildered expressions.

Ji Chen is usually quiet, cares a lot about his grades, and is a bit of a rigid and aloof person who is obsessed with scientific research. Naturally, he is not as popular as Wen Zhi in the class.

Ji Chen sat down, his stubborn gaze fixed on Wen Zhi's back.

Wen Zhi didn't pay much attention to them. He closed his laptop, sat down, and instead of leaving, took out his phone and made a call.

No one answered. His expression darkened slightly as he glanced at his watch; Wen Yisheng didn't have class at this time.

The others in the classroom were not surprised to see Wen Zhi like this. They exchanged glances with the people next to them and smiled meaningfully.

It's started again.

It's no surprise that the gentle and studious genius would have a serious expression if his girlfriend wasn't answering his phone again.

The call ended automatically without anyone answering. Wen Zhi didn't call again, sent two WeChat messages, and then neatly put his laptop into a black backpack with only a simple logo.

"Hey genius, there's a department dinner tonight, aren't you going?"

"There are so many female and female students here, they came specifically because of you, you can't miss it!"

Wen Zhichao and the others smiled and said, "No, I'm henpecked."

"Damn...this is dog abuse again." Several men pounded their chests in exasperation.

Wen Zhi walked out of the classroom, eager to find Wen Yisheng.

As the other students in the classroom were packing up, someone inadvertently noticed a few lyrical English manuscripts that Ji Chen had tucked into his book and fallen out.

The man picked it up and looked at it, then exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, Ji Chen, why are you practicing English like you're writing an essay?"

"No wonder I saw you at the Journalism Department. I thought I was seeing things. You didn't join the English broadcasting station, did you?"

Wen Zhi paused as he reached the classroom door.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes and brows seemed to freeze for a moment, as if he was thinking, and a coldness appeared two seconds later.

Ji Chen snatched the English manuscript, glanced towards the door, then looked down and hurriedly put it away: "I'm planning to minor in English!"

Nobody paid much attention to his performance.

Ji Chen is a genius, but he's usually rigid and eccentric.

Wen Zhi gripped his phone tighter, his bulging muscles remaining hidden in his black sleeve as he left the classroom.