The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

"Young man, don't be unreasonable."

"It's all your fault. My sister and I have to go on stage and dance today..." Wei Lan's temper flared up, but Wen Yisheng pulled her back, "Never mind, Lanlan."

Wen Yisheng accepted the result, but asked, "Teacher, was I the only one eliminated from the show?"

"..." The teacher in charge was taken aback. The little girl's eyes were clear and bright, and he couldn't help but nod honestly.

He was suddenly ordered to delete the program; had he no choice but to comply?

This girl must be so disappointed. She's prepared for this dance for so long... and she doesn't know who targeted her...

Wen Yisheng had found the answer in her heart.

She led the still indignant Wei Lan out.

"Sheng Sheng, I'm sorry. I didn't notice the changes in the program, and all my efforts were in vain." Wei Lan said sullenly, blaming herself.

Wen Yisheng smiled, her made-up face could be described as ethereal beauty in ancient times: "You put in the most effort, you took care of the makeup and clothes, but I didn't even get to meet you at the edge of the stage. All your hard work was for nothing."

The two comforted each other.

Wei Lan muttered, "Anyway, I just find it strange that only your program was eliminated, like it was deliberately killed off..."

"Forget it, let's not think about it anymore," Wen Yisheng said nonchalantly. "Let's go, I'll treat you and Huahua to a late-night snack!"

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It wasn't that she truly didn't care. After finishing her late-night snack and saying goodbye to the two, Wen Yisheng turned around and her forced smile crumbled.

She had prepared for the dance diligently for two months, and the thing she had always loved and worked hard for was so easily taken away from her chance to perform on stage. It felt like the sky had suddenly collapsed, so hateful and despicable.

Back in her dorm, Wen Yisheng quickly removed her makeup and washed up. She didn't know how she fell asleep. When she woke up in the morning, it was already past seven o'clock. She was too lazy to bother with the many missed calls on her phone.

Wen Yisheng went to her early morning class, but she was clearly depressed. The usually well-behaved and attentive student was frequently distracted in class.

Even after the morning class ended and all the students had left the classroom, she was still staring blankly out the window, her dark eyes seemingly veiled in a dim light.

Wen Zhi stood quietly at the classroom door for a long time before stepping down and sitting next to her without disturbing her.

"Why didn't you answer my calls?" he asked gently.

Wen Yisheng blinked, slowly regained her senses, nodded gently, said nothing, and quietly put away her books and pens.

What are you saying...?

She felt tired even looking at him, and there was nothing to say.

Wen Zhi suppressed all his emotions, his eyes remaining indifferent.

He disliked it most when she ignored him or didn't pay attention to him.

Suppressing his anger, Wen Zhi softened his voice: "Did you eat breakfast while I was gone?"

Wen Yisheng packed her things, slung them over her shoulder, nodded, and got up to leave.

Wen Zhi followed and reached for the canvas bag on her shoulder: "I'll take you out to play."

Wen Yisheng gripped the straps tightly, silently refusing, and walked past him.

Wen Zhi suddenly grabbed her shoulders and shoved her back, pinching her chin. His eyes were cold and gloomy: "Are you mute? Would it kill you to say one word to me?"

Wen Yisheng raised her arm and swatted his hand away, her face showing no sign of disgust.

Wen Zhi couldn't stand that look in her eyes, so he leaned over to kiss her. Just as his lips touched her soft lips, Wen Yisheng pushed him away hard. He was caught off guard and stumbled, his back hitting the podium.

"..."

Wen Yisheng also felt that this kind of passive-aggressive behavior was actually quite pointless; one couldn't keep sulking forever.

She pursed her lips, tilted her head back, and asked directly, "What right did you have to eliminate me from the show? Don't you think that's going too far?"

Wen Zhi, leaning against the podium, became more relaxed upon hearing this, raising an eyebrow slightly: "What program? I don't understand."

He tilted his head, his eyes full of innocence: "I don't know what show you're going to participate in, you didn't tell me, right? How am I supposed to eliminate you?"

"Why did Ah Sheng accuse me again?" He reached out and took her hand, his eyes filled with grievance.

"..." Being bad is perfectly justified, and lying is without any sense of guilt.

Oh, it's hardly a lie. His pretense was deliberately clumsy, as if he was telling her from another angle: I control everything about you, and you'd better obey me if I tell you not to do anything.

Wen Yisheng and he really had nothing to say to each other.

She turned and walked away. Wen Zhi caught up with her in two steps and tried to take her hand, but Wen Yisheng pushed him away forcefully and glared at him.

Wen Zhi just had to touch her, like a stubborn plaster that he couldn't shake off.

Wen Yisheng finally kicked and punched him, her eyes bloodshot, and slapped him across the face, gritting her teeth in hatred: "What kind of man are you? How can you bully people like this!"

"..." Wen Zhi turned his face to the side, and five red finger marks instantly appeared on his fair skin. He was hit so hard that his ears rang, and he stood there stunned for a moment.

Wen Yisheng left quickly, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand.

He snapped out of his daze and immediately chased after her. Wen Yisheng's slender figure quickly disappeared from his sight as she jogged.

Wen Zhi touched his face, his bangs slightly obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, his expression gloomy.

Was he wrong?

She simply couldn't understand how anyone could comprehend what one could gain from dancing on stage, other than being fantasized about by a bunch of filthy men with their dirty eyes.

She likes to dance, so why shouldn't she just dance for him alone? Why bother with empty praise and titles?

He's not wrong. His inability to share is fatal.