The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

……

get out of class was almost over, and the teacher was assigning homework.

The girl sitting next to Wen Zhi witnessed the strange scene just now.

The girl glanced at Wen Yisheng in the front row with an ambiguous look in her eyes.

She looked away, quietly moved her chair closer to Wen Zhi, and said, "Hey classmate, I don't know any of the students in this class. How about we do the homework together?"

The girl took out her phone from her bag. "Let's add each other's contact information, or email is fine too, mainly so we can discuss the course together."

Wen Zhi's expression was indifferent, his eyelids were half-closed, and he stared ahead.

Without even giving a glance: "I don't like cooperating."

Undeterred, the girl moved her slender legs under the table toward Wen Zhi, brushing against his knees.

She leaned closer, her rich rose scent emanating allure: "Then let's not talk about homework, we can chat about other things too..."

Wen Zhi did not move, but gently touched the tip of his nose with his bent fingers.

He glanced at the girl from the side.

The girl felt a little shy, her heart raced, but the next second her face turned pale.

"Can't you understand?"

Wen Zhi's voice was low and flat, but it carried a hint of impatience: "Are you in heat? Stay away from me, you stink."

"..." The girl was stunned for a moment, her face suddenly changed color, and she pulled her leg back.

Students who get into prestigious universities are all outstanding, and they also have very strong self-esteem.

The girl never expected that such a gentle and delicate face would utter such vulgar and infuriating words.

The girl glanced at Wen Yisheng in front of her and thought to herself, "No wonder she dumped him."

Everyone in the same year knew that the most beautiful girl in the Foreign Languages ​​Department dumped Wen Zhi, the computer science genius, and started dating a junior.

The posts and photos about the two of them on the Kyoto University forum disappeared overnight for some unknown reason...

Dismissal.

The girl sitting next to Wen Zhi turned pale, grabbed her bag, and left in a hurry.

Wen Yisheng closed her notebook, began packing her things, stood up, slung her canvas bag over her shoulder, arranged her chair neatly, and walked away decisively.

She wore the most basic and simple top and trousers, not revealing any of her legs, and her neck was fair and slender. Yet, every move she made exuded a holy and aloof scholarly air.

Wen Zhi, who was behind him, was still writing something in his notebook with a pen in hand, without even looking up. Suddenly, he slammed the book shut and threw the pen away.

The noise wasn't loud, but it was quite noticeable in the classroom.

As Wen Yisheng reached the door, she subconsciously turned around and glanced back.

"..."

Wen Zhi remained seated, his left elbow resting on the table, his fingers digging into his bangs as he fidgeted and scratched at his hair.

Seemingly sensing something, he lifted his eyelids and looked into her eyes as if capturing her.

His eyes were pale and bloodshot as he stared at her.

Cold and sinister, with brow bones pressing down on his eyes, he exudes a chilling and malevolent aura.

That look in his eyes was chilling.

Neuropathy.

Wen Yisheng couldn't understand it; she only felt that his behavior was becoming increasingly strange and terrifying, and... gloomy, unpredictable, and unfathomable. She turned and ran away.

"Sister."

As soon as I stepped out of the classroom, the boy who had been waiting against the wall in the corridor walked over to me.

Wen Yisheng's heart skipped a beat, and she instantly felt a headache coming on: "Why are you here?"

Qi Lin stopped in front of her and put on a docile face: "Please have a meal with your older sister."

Wen Yisheng didn't dare to stand there and talk to him any more. She glanced nervously at the classroom, then pulled him and ran out of the education building.

Several female students walked together to the cafeteria in the corridor.

Seeing the two people running past, they started chatting quietly as they went downstairs.

"She must be Wen Yisheng from the Foreign Languages ​​Department. I heard she dumped the computer science genius and started dating a junior from the same school."

"I don't know who dumped whom. Anyway, a while ago, there were a lot of posts about her and Wen Zhi on the forum. The two of them looked so good together. I even shipped them back then."

"The girl is amazing too. She managed to win over the school's most handsome guy for two consecutive years. I really like Wen Xueshen's looks."

"She's cunning, knows how to flirt, and has a good-looking face and body—what man could resist her?"

The gossiping stopped abruptly, and the group walked away with strange, guilty expressions and their heads down.

It turned out that Wen Zhi had walked past.

However, he remained calm and composed, the subject of much discussion.

He showed no surprise or displeasure; his expression was chillingly indifferent.

-

Wen Zhi left school and returned to the Wen family home.

study.

Wen Congnan was looking at documents when a rhythmic knocking sounded on the door. He said, "Come in."

Wen Zhi pushed open the door and walked in.

Wen Congnan paused, then calmly covered the framed photo of them together on the desk: "Wen Zhi, is there something you need?"

After Wen Zhi went to the hospital, his personality returned to its usual calm and polite state, and he once again maintained a superficial father-son respect for his father.

Wen Zhi walked slowly to the table, smiled and said, "You old man, you really like Wen Yisheng, and you're helping her keep it from me."

"..." Well, my respect has been wasted again.

Wen Congnan pushed up his glasses to hide the slight guilt and remorse revealed by the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, then became serious.

"What, trying to harm someone again? You little beast, you'd better stay away from Sheng Sheng and stop pestering her like a pervert!"

In reality, how could such a thing possibly be kept secret?

After Qi Lin's birthday party, Wen Zhi discovered that he and Wen Yisheng had some kind of entanglement.

Moreover, the ring that fell out of his pocket had the letter 's' engraved on its inner ring.

What a coincidence!

A quick search later revealed that the two had indeed had a special relationship, given their wide social circle at school and similar lifestyles, making it easy to find out.

"Am I an animal, bothering her?"

Wen Zhi leaned forward, his hands on the edge of the table, looking ridiculous: "What kind of treasure is Wen Yisheng? A bunch of idiots, they all think I'm the one clinging to her."

"That's ridiculous."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, word by word, "I also find her dirty."

"..." Wen Congnan paused, understood, and calmed down.

That damned son of his is capable; he can steal his company's data with a flick of his wrist. So Wen Congnan thought that his son had remembered everything and was here to settle scores with him!

Hearing this, it's clear that the little beast's memory hasn't returned yet.

That's fine.

"Yes, yes, she's dirty, you're the cleanest. She's not good enough for you, don't even think about entering the Wen family." Wen Congnan casually agreed, continuing to flip through the documents.

Without even looking up, he said, "If there's nothing else, you can leave now. Close the door behind you."

At that moment, *snap*.

Caught off guard, Wen Zhi reached out, grabbed the photo frame covered by the table, lifted it up, and slammed it hard to the ground the next second.

The crisp, shattering sound made the study even more deathly silent.

The glass of the photo frame shattered instantly, and the photo of the man and woman inside fell out. One side of the photo had clearly been cropped out of consideration for others, and it was a young Wen Congnan and Wen Yisheng's mother, Si Nian.

And the person who was laid off is not hard to guess... it's Wen Yisheng's father, Wen Yan.

Wen Congnan's expression immediately changed; the mask of gentle demeanor he had cultivated over the years shattered into terrifying rage.

Wen Zhini glanced at the photo, a hint of mockery in her smile: "I don't like her, but I also hate being completely fooled."

"..."

Wen Congnan suddenly stood up, grabbed his collar, and roared, "Don't like it? Do you think I can't guess that it's Sheng Sheng who doesn't like you?!"

Wen Zhi: "..."

"You think you're so high and mighty, that everyone should revolve around you, be played and manipulated by you. Oh, you want her but are too ashamed to ask her directly, so you're practically begging her now. Sheng Sheng is so annoyed with you like you're a ghost!"

"Having nowhere else to vent, you come here to take it all out on me!"

Wen Zhi was pulled and swayed, but he didn't fight back. He tilted his head back, his eyes expressionless: "I didn't."

The three words, seemingly casual and nonchalant, actually carry a sense of paleness and powerlessness.

Wen Congnan's fist didn't land in the end; he was wary of this bastard son who had grown up and become powerful.

She abruptly let go, pushed him away, and pointed to the door.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Wen Zhi didn't say much, as if he felt much better after hitting him, and turned to leave.

Until Wen Zhi's figure disappeared, Wen Congnan trembled as she picked up the photo, clutching it to her heart as if it were a precious treasure.