The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Zhi left the School of Information Science, took out his phone to check his location, and headed south to a building behind the school auditorium.

These are all the activity rooms for the clubs, so he went straight up to the second floor.

As soon as I entered, three boys came out from the stairwell.

Wen Zhi overheard their conversation: "What do you mean 'department beauty'? She's the undisputed campus beauty of Peking University! She's so beautiful! Did you record a video?"

"I've recorded it! This dance video will definitely go viral online," the boy said, fiddling with his phone.

The video clearly shows a girl dancing in a dance studio.

"I don't have much of a feeling for dance, but I was amazed the first time. She was so pure and noble, just like a little swan. I wanted to kneel down and sing 'Conquer' to my senior."

"These kinds of people are born for the stage. They are dazzling when they start dancing, and they would be like fairies if they wore pretty dresses."

The boy paused, then said regretfully, "But it seems the senior has a boyfriend. She's been all over the forum lately; she's dating a computer science genius."

"I know her boyfriend, Wen Zhi, has a very powerful background."

"Anyway, I don't think he'll last long. Young masters from wealthy families like him tend to be very extravagant and not many of them are serious. It feels like they're just playing around."

The boys were all taken aback when their path was suddenly blocked.

Wen Zhi glanced down at the boy's phone; the video was still playing, clearly showing Wen Yisheng.

Wen Zhi lifted his eyelids and said in a light tone, "Deleted."

"Delete what? Who...who are you?!" The boy felt that the boy in front of him looked familiar. The boy's aura was particularly dangerous during the confrontation, and his good looks made the boy feel ashamed.

Wen Zhi's eyes darkened with disgust, and he patiently repeated, "Delete the video."

One of the boys recognized Wen Zhi and tugged at the hem of the shirt of the boy who recorded the video.

The boy, however, seemed to harbor some resentment towards the wealthy.

Upon seeing Wen Zhi's high-quality clothing and his domineering and unreasonable demeanor, he ignored his companion's warning and immediately became angry: "My senior noticed I was recording when we were filming, she just smiled and let it go, but the person involved didn't ask me to delete it, so why should I listen to you!"

Wen Zhi remained expressionless, her light-colored eyes fixed on the boy.

A chilling smile spread across his face as he said, word by word, "I'm her boyfriend, so tell me, what gives you the right?"

The boy choked, instantly feeling guilty and speechless, and also felt a lingering fear.

Because the person in front of me had such terrifying eyes.

He has no doubt that the next second, this "boyfriend" will smash his phone to pieces.

Just a second before he could react, his companion quickly snatched the boy's phone, deleted the video, and showed it to Wen Zhi: "Yes, I'm sorry, senior, look, the video is gone."

Wen Zhi didn't speak, but glanced lightly at the faces of the group before brushing past them and going upstairs.

~

Wen Zhi specially modified a dance studio for her in Hetang Bay, so Wen Yisheng usually doesn't come to the school dance studio or participate in the dance club.

Zhong Yue'er, the head of the dance club, insisted on bringing her along for a visit, and Wen Yisheng, with an appreciative attitude, came along as well.

Zhong Yue'er begged her to dance again, pleading and cajoling until Wen Yisheng finally gave in and danced a short dance. Unexpectedly, this attracted people from many other clubs to watch, and a boy even took a picture.

When Wen Yisheng discovered this, she just smiled helplessly and wasn't angry. Dancers face even more cameras when they go on stage.

"Sheng Sheng, you seemed to be glowing when you were dancing just now. Those stinky men were staring at you with wide eyes." Zhong Yue'er wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Wen Yisheng shook her profile picture in protest, her sideburns framing her cute, fluffy hair.

"Don't say that."

She tied up her long hair to make dancing easier, revealing a slender and white neck. Her loose casual clothes still somewhat obscured her radiance, but her figure was still stunningly perfect.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything. You get shy easily. Wen Zhi must like to tease you. You don't know how cute you look when you blush..."

Wen Yisheng was taken aback. Was he kidding?

Wen Zhi does indeed speak lewdly... to her, in a very, very direct way.

Every time, she would get so angry that her face would steam, but he was shameless and insisted that those were his special love words to her.

"What's so special about it?" Wen Yisheng asked.

"Especially..." Zhong Yue'er paused, then whispered in her ear, "Wanting to be bullied badly, huh?"

Wen Yisheng blushed, probably recalling one of Wen Zhi's egregious acts, and in her heart cursed him as a refined beast.

Several other senior students from other clubs were sitting in a corner of the classroom, refusing to leave.

"Junior, can you dance one more time? I really want to see it."

"Yes, it's so beautiful, like a fairy. I was so mesmerized that I forgot to record a video."

Wen Yisheng knew she couldn't jump anymore, so she picked up her coat and prepared to go out. Wen Zhi should have finished class by now, and if she couldn't find her, she would lose her mind and have to coax her again.

It's incredibly troublesome.

The senior students, however, started making a fuss even more.

"Looks like this junior only dances when she gets applause. Come on, louder applause..."

boom.

The dance studio door was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang, startling everyone inside, who immediately fell silent and looked towards the doorway.

Wen Yisheng was taken aback when she saw the person at the door: "Why are you here...?"

Wen Zhi walked in, glanced at the group of men, and remained calm, revealing no emotion. His fair and refined face made it hard to believe that he was the one who had violently kicked open the door earlier.

"Why aren't you answering the phone? I'm very worried." He looked at Wen Yisheng.

Wen Yisheng put on her coat, took out her phone from her pocket, and automatically silenced it in power-saving mode.

"The power is out."

The senior students understood the situation immediately; the main character had arrived, and they dared not cause any more trouble.

But there was a boy with a tuft of blue hair inside, whose eyes still held a playful, rather lecherous look. "Hey, why did you all leave? I wanted to see your Kyoto University freshmen dance."

Blue Hair is from the neighboring T University, visiting a friend and also wanting to see the academically gifted and beautiful girl from Peking University.

Blue Hair's friend frowned. Those who can get into Peking University are all highly educated and a bit arrogant. In any case, they have a high level of civility and refinement on the surface. As soon as he heard this, he grabbed Blue Hair and said, "She has a boyfriend. Have some boundaries. Don't go looking for a fight."

The blue-haired guy didn't recognize Wen Zhi, and he was just taking advantage of his older age.

As he passed Wen Yisheng, his eyes were blatant, and he brazenly looked her up and down a few times.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled at Wen Zhi, his expression greasy and frivolous, his face clearly saying: Dude, not bad, your girlfriend is a total stunner.

Wen Zhi quietly met Lan Mao's gaze, his eyes deep and unwavering.

As Blue Hair approached the door, he was still joking around with his friend: "This guy's girlfriend is amazing, she has such a great figure, I'm practically staring at her."

Blue Hair lowered his voice so that the people in the dance studio couldn't hear him at all.

Ke Wenzhi has excellent hearing, especially regarding Wen Yisheng.

His eyes and brows instantly filled with a terrifying ferocity, and he kicked out, sending the blue-haired man sprawling to the ground.

Wen Yisheng's heart skipped a beat, completely bewildered by his sudden outburst: "Wen Zhi!"

Wen Zhi ignored her, walked over, stepped on the blue-haired man's shoulder, squatted down, and grabbed his hair with one hand: "Say it again?"