The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

So when Wen Yisheng first saw that dance dress, she almost lost her temper and wanted to tear it to shreds.

The wind by the lake rustled the willow branches, carrying away some of the sweltering heat, and the slight coolness also made Wen Yisheng much more awake.

Her new life has just begun, and she doesn't want to dwell on past resentments; that's pointless, isn't it?

Regardless, if Wen Zhi dares to force himself on her...

She will definitely cut off his big penis to feed the dog!

*

Wen Yisheng walked towards the A-shaped teaching building where she was taking her elective course. When she arrived at the classroom, there weren't many people taking the course, so Wen Yisheng randomly found a seat in the middle.

I haven't been sleeping well these past few nights.

As soon as I sat down, before class even started, I felt a little sleepy.

Wen Yisheng rested her chin on her hand, casually tapping her little rabbit-shaped ballpoint pen on her notebook.

The next second, as if I had a premonition.

She lifted her eyelids.

I spotted Wen Zhi walking in from the classroom door.

*Thud.* The ballpoint pen bounced onto the table, forgotten to be caught. Wen Yisheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her body instinctively tensed up.

The ghost won't leave!

Wen Zhi walked towards her seat. Wen Yisheng rested one hand on the table, slightly covering her eyes and eyebrows, pretending not to recognize her and looking down at her book.

Wen Yisheng pursed her lips slightly, feeling annoyed. The seat next to her was empty, and she had no right to refuse him coming to sit down.

Wen Zhi drew closer and closer.

As I passed by her, I carried with me a clean and refreshing fragrance.

Behind me was the rustling sound of someone putting down their schoolbag.

"..."

Wen Yisheng was a beat slow to react, and her heart, which had been clenched with anxiety, immediately relaxed.

Did he go sit in the back?

He didn't even speak to her.

Wen Yisheng couldn't quite describe her feelings; they were a little strange yet relaxed.

She gathered her thoughts.

But then she saw a girl who was sitting two rows in front of her glance back twice, muster up her courage, suddenly get up, walk past her, and go to Wen Zhi's seat in the back.

The seats are one in front of the other.

Wen Yisheng couldn't stop herself from hearing their voices; the girl was standing right next to her.

The girl pointed to the empty seat next to Wen Zhi and asked, "Is this seat taken?"

In the sweltering heat of June, the girl was dressed in light clothing, her legs slender, white, and straight beneath her short skirt, and the scent of rose perfume emanating from her body wafted into Wen Yisheng's nostrils.

Wen Yisheng brushed a stray hair behind her ear, feeling slightly embarrassed, and remained silent and invisible.

Then a sound came from behind.

"No," Wen Zhi said.

As always, he was gentle, with a clear and pleasant voice, but with a hint of aloofness.

The girl asked expectantly, "May I sit down?"

Wen Yisheng couldn't see Wen Zhi's expression.

He then said two more words: "Whatever." The girl happily sat down next to him.

Just then, the teacher entered the classroom.

……

Every student admitted to Peking University can be considered a top student, possessing self-discipline and diligence far exceeding that of ordinary people, and they do not have a slacking-off attitude towards elective courses.

More than half of the class time had passed, and the teacher stopped explaining the theoretical knowledge from the textbook. Instead, she combined the topic with a vivid storytelling approach.

Wen Yisheng listened absentmindedly, fiddling with her little rabbit-shaped ballpoint pen.

The pen is held upside down in the notebook, and it springs back when you let go.

A very light click, almost imperceptible.

call out--

The little rabbit bounced to the ground.

It fell down the aisle and rolled to the table next to the seat behind her.

"..."

Wen Yisheng blinked and let out a soft breath.

Turn to the side and bend down to pick it up.

My hand hadn't reached the pen yet.

She froze.

A pair of casual white shoes with a simple logo lightly stepped on the rabbit head that had fallen to the ground... and placed it on the sole.

"...?"

Wen Yisheng's outstretched finger froze in mid-air.

Her gaze shifted from the shoe to the man's trouser leg.

He remained in a somewhat awkward position, picking up the pen, stunned for three seconds, unable to react.

She gritted her teeth, tilted her head back, and looked at Wen Zhi with a hint of irritation in her pure black eyes.

He stepped on her rabbit pen, but didn't even react to the pain.

Clearly, it was intentional.

She looked at his profile: "You stepped on my things."

Wen Zhi seemed not to hear.

Without even glancing at her, he sat upright, his arms casually resting on the table, his expression indifferent as he looked at the podium in front of him, attentively listening to the lecture.

His features were refined, but when he wasn't smiling, he exuded a cold and melancholic aura. His lips were thin and red, and the curve of his profile was not gentle. From a downward angle, it conveyed a sense of indifference and coldness.

"..."

Wen Yisheng's fingers, which were fixed in mid-air, curled up and clenched tightly.

In that instant, the thought flashed through her mind that she didn't want to pick up the rabbit pen that Wen Zhi had stepped on.

But it cost ten yuan. The expensive part was the exquisite rabbit head design; she spotted it at first sight in the stationery store, so she couldn't bear to part with it.

"You're so boring." Her low voice betrayed a suppressed annoyance.

Three more seconds passed.

Wen Zhi seemed to have finally heard her, but remained calm, tilting his head slightly and slowly lowering his eyelids to look at her.

His light-colored eyes were expressionless, filled with weariness and indifference.

Their eyes met.

Wen Yisheng was in a low posture, while Wen Zhi glanced at her indifferently from above before looking away, moving his feet and looking at the podium again.

No apology.

He didn't say a word.

His expression, however, carried a cold sarcasm, and a certain malice flashed beneath his refined exterior.

Only the pitiful rabbit head, lying on the ground and trampled, remained.

"..." Wen Yisheng closed her eyes, took a deep breath with suppressed emotion, and reached out to pick up the pen.

Anger and a subtle sense of grievance rose in her heart.

She knew Wen Zhi was bad, but he had never been this bad to her.

She was used to being gently coaxed and cared for by him, so it's normal for her to feel wronged when he suddenly bullied her like this.

He was happy. His reaction clearly showed he didn't like her anymore.

Just be patient and don't hold it against him. The two of you are from different departments and rarely see each other except for this elective course.

Wen Yisheng wiped the little rabbit clean and began to concentrate on listening to the lesson.