The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Meanwhile, Wen Yisheng was hit on the head by a basketball.

She felt as if a ring of stars was swirling before her eyes. She pushed Zhong Xu away and tried her best to steady herself.

"I can!"

She waved her arms in the air, her beautiful black eyes darting around uncontrollably: "I can walk by myself!"

"I can."

But after taking two steps, he swayed and was about to fall.

Each time, Zhong Xu caught him in his arms.

The boys playing basketball on the court burst into laughter, their shouts growing louder: "Zhong Xu, did you enjoy the hug?"

"You usually act all aloof and unapproachable, but now you've taken advantage of all these junior girls! Take responsibility! You absolutely have to take responsibility!"

Wen Yisheng felt like disappearing on the spot.

I should have gone around two school buildings instead of passing by the basketball court!

The boy's cool yet unfamiliar aura enveloped her, making Wen Yisheng extremely uncomfortable: "I really can walk by myself..."

Zhong Xu frowned slightly, showing a hint of impatience.

The girl's soft skin brushed against him through the thin fabric of her clothes. A sweet and unique fragrance wafted into his nose.

This contact made him uncomfortable; apart from his sister, he had never been so intimate with a girl before.

"Don't move, or I'll really carry you to the infirmary," he warned the restless girl in his arms, half-threateningly.

Wen Yisheng could hear the boy's impatience.

It seems he dislikes being teased by those classmates who play basketball even more than he does.

She thought for a moment, then stopped moving and said in a slightly weak voice in the noisy campus, "Then please, just hold my arm."

"What?"

Zhong Xu didn't hear clearly, and frowned, making his handsome face appear even colder and more serious.

He leaned down slightly, getting closer to her.

Wen Yisheng gripped the boy's smooth wrist tightly and repeated loudly in his ear, "I said you just need to hold onto my arm!"

Then Zhong Xu helped her walk past the first-year high school building to the school clinic.

Inside the medical room.

After asking Wen Yisheng a series of questions, the school doctor concluded: "It's not a big problem. Dizziness is normal. Lie down and rest for a while. There's a slight subcutaneous hematoma on your forehead where you were hit. Apply ice for half an hour to reduce the swelling."

Wen Yisheng lay on the hospital bed, her hands neatly folded and placed on her stomach.

Her clear, almond-shaped eyes blinked as she listened attentively to the school doctor: "Okay, teacher."

The school doctor gave her an ice pack and then went out.

Wen Yisheng raised her hand to hold the ice pack and pressed it to her forehead. She looked and saw that the aloof senior was still there.

She smiled and said, "The teacher said my head is fine. Thank you for bringing me here, senior. You can go back now."

Zhong Xu didn't leave; he moved a chair and sat down beside the hospital bed: "I hit you with the ball first."

Wen Yisheng was quite magnanimous: "It's alright, I won't hold you responsible."

"Zhong Xu".

"what?"

"And you."

"What about me?"

"name."

"...Huh? Do I really have to say it?"

"Well, now that you know my name, it's only fair that I also know yours."

Zhong Xu raised his hand and took the ice pack she had placed on her forehead. "I'll do it. You close your eyes and rest."

"No, no need, I can apply it myself!"

Because Wen Yisheng was lying down, Zhong Xu pressed the ice pack on her, and his arm was about to wrap around half of her upper body.

From a certain angle, this pose is very... suggestive, too intimate.

Wen Yisheng hurriedly pressed the ice pack.

But she accidentally grabbed the boy's hand.

"I really don't need your help..."

This is the scene that Wen Zhigang saw when he arrived at the door of the infirmary.

He stood at the door for a few seconds, quietly watching them embrace intimately on the hospital bed (no, it's just that the scene in Wen Zhi's eyes was different from what a normal person would see).

"Ah Sheng".

He called out, attracting the attention of the two people in the ward.

Wen Yisheng turned her head and looked at him with some surprise: "Wen Zhi, what brings you here..."

Even when suppressing extremely distorted and extreme emotions, Wen Zhi can still control his expression very well.

He smiled at Zhong Xu, very approachable and polite: "Hello, are you Senior Zhong Xu? I've heard so much about you."

Zhong Xu nodded, his tone rather cold: "You're more famous."

Wen Zhi reached out, took the ice pack from Wen Yisheng's forehead, and casually threw it into the trash can.

Wen Yisheng was stunned for a moment, completely confused: "What are you doing? That's an ice pack the teacher just gave me."

Wen Zhi sat on the edge of the bed, ignoring Wen Yisheng's puffed-up cheeks, brushed aside her stray hairs, and lightly touched the red and swollen area on her forehead with his fingertips: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

Why did you throw my ice pack at me?

Wen Zhilue lowered his eyelids, glanced at Zhong Xu out of the corner of his eye, and said lightly, "It's dirty."

Wen Yisheng was speechless. He couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

"How did it get like this?" Wen Zhi asked gently.

"I was on my way to the office when I was accidentally hit by a basketball."

Wen Zhi's smile faded, and he gently rubbed her swollen forehead with his fingertips: "Oh, so you didn't remember what I told you?"

She used very light pressure, so Wen Yisheng didn't feel any pain.

But I always felt that Wen Zhi was a bit strange...

Wen Yisheng genuinely couldn't remember what he said: "Did you say anything?"

A cold smile crept into Wen Zhi's eyes: "No matter where you're going, you always tell your brother beforehand, didn't I? Hmm?"