The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

The May sun shone brightly, falling on Wen Zhi's soft, fine hair, which made her skin appear even whiter and more flawless.

He sat in a wheelchair, much shorter than others, yet he did not appear timid or weak. His slender, bony hands were placed in front of him, his knuckles interlaced, exuding a languid yet gentle air.

His eyebrows and eyes were so exquisitely beautiful that he resembled a gentle and refined nobleman from a prominent family.

He smiled slightly and said, "I didn't get to entertain you when you visited me in the hospital last time. Since we've run into each other today, let me treat you to a meal."

"...?" Wen Yisheng became wary, like a hamster raising its tail when facing danger.

what? !

During this time, Wen Zhi's eyes were on Qi Lin, completely ignoring Wen Yisheng beside him, and he only nodded to her out of politeness.

"You won't mind that I'm disabled, will you?" he asked again.

"..." You really mind, okay?

Wen Yisheng's face remained unchanged, but he was already very anxious inside, and his palms were sweating.

What's going on?

Having lived two lifetimes, how could she not understand the freakish nature of Wen Zhi!

This person seems kind to everyone, but that's just on the surface. He's incredibly hypocritical inside, and he has very, very few true friends.

Even his lackeys Lu and Xie had never been treated with such enthusiasm.

Based on my extensive experience from two lifetimes, I can tell that Wen Zhi is full of wicked schemes and is definitely plotting something.

Otherwise, he would never have taken the initiative to invite Qi Lin to dinner!

Qi Lin could feel the soft hand in his palm trembling nervously, and cold sweat seeping out.

It's icy cold.

He gripped her hand even tighter.

Qi Lin was wearing a pure black windbreaker, which made his tall and thin figure look very upright, and his short black hair gave off a wild and untamed vibe.

He grabbed Wen Yisheng's hand and stuffed it into his coat pocket: "Why are your hands so cold? Let me warm them up for you."

Wen Yisheng stiffened, silently struggling: "I'm not cold."

Ignored, Wen Zhi quietly watched the two of them, his eyelashes slightly lowered.

He smirked. "You two seem to be getting along quite well. How long have you been dating?"

Wen Yisheng withdrew her hand, looked up, and met his deep, dark gaze: "Less than a year."

Wen Zhi's smile remained unchanged, like a perfectly programmed mask: "No wonder, a year has passed and our feelings run deep."

They were blocking the sidewalks on the roadside, creating an obstacle for people coming and going.

The group of people are all good-looking, and they look quite striking together.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner," Wen Zhi said.

Logically speaking, Qi Lin is Lu Zhizhou's cousin and friend, so he wouldn't normally refuse to have a meal with him.

Qi Lin was standing, and his height gave him an advantage. He smiled politely and said, "Maybe next time, bro. My girlfriend is a little shy and doesn't like eating with strangers."

Wen Yisheng turned to look at him.

The little Qilin spoke in a wild tone, with a lazy air that was a bit annoying.

Qi Lin winked his left eye at her, a slightly sly smile on his face: "Let's go, sister."

Wen Yisheng sensed something. Was the amnesiac Wen Zhi still plotting against her? But it wasn't a good time to think about it. She secretly exhaled, nodded to Wen Zhi, and walked around his wheelchair.

Wen Zhi is practically a living roadblock.

The two walked away side by side.

Wen Zhi didn't turn around. He lowered his eyes, his elbows resting on the armrests of his wheelchair, his thin knuckles pressed against his brow bone, and his taut jawline seemed to be suppressing something.

"Young Master, are you still going to Peking University?" the bodyguard next to him asked.

Sunlight filtered through the plane tree leaves by the roadside, casting shimmering shadows on Wen Zhi. His eyelids were thin and translucent, while his long, straight eyelashes were thick and jet black.

His face was so calm it was completely expressionless, his eyes cold and brooding.

Suddenly, he chuckled and slowly leaned back in his chair, his sinister intent hidden in his eyes.

"elder sister?"

"They've really got some fancy moves."

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Wen Yisheng ate the meal absentmindedly, and hurriedly said goodbye to Qi Lin before returning to school.

The university's official website has published information about its exchange student programs abroad. Kyoto University is a top-tier university in China, and its counterparts are all prestigious universities abroad.

The Department of Foreign Languages ​​was allocated a total of fifteen places, among which one of the benchmark schools, a prestigious British university, had only three places available, with tuition waived.

Wen Yisheng returned to her dormitory, was in a daze for a while, and finally filled out the exchange student application form on the computer.

This was a great learning opportunity for her, and of course, a chance to escape and catch her breath.

……

She had no classes in the afternoon, glanced at the time, and paused for a moment. After regaining her composure, she changed into a very gentle long white dress, and unusually applied a subtle, delicate makeup look in front of the mirror, curling her bangs slightly.

The girl in the mirror was beautiful in just the right way, quiet and pure.

The girls who dance are actually quite good at dressing up.

"Sheng Sheng, going on a date?" Her roommate exclaimed in amazement.

No.

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