The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yihan comes from a powerful family and started frequenting nightlife several years ago; he's quite outgoing.

These guys used to hang out with Wen Yihan, so they had some kind of relationship.

But now—

Wen Yihan, however, pinned the man to the ground and beat him mercilessly, veins bulging on his forehead, each punch aimed at killing him: "Kiss! Go ahead and kiss, you fucking bastard! I'll beat you to death, you beast!"

Shao Yu's nose bled from the blow.

His face was covered in blood; it was a shocking sight.

"Fuck you, Wen Yihan!!" Shao Yu was not one to be trifled with either, spitting out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood.

He kicked Wen Yihan away, and the two boys started fighting.

Several boys following Shao Yu couldn't separate them, and some students watching from a distance were shocked by the scene.

"What's going on? Why are these two troublemakers, whom even the teachers can't control, fighting?!"

"It seems to be because of that girl!"

"This two men fighting over one woman drama is fucking exciting."

Wen Yisheng tried to stop her but couldn't get a word in edgewise. Gritting her teeth, she ran toward the office, her slender legs kicking incredibly fast.

But at the corner, because he was running too fast, he couldn't stop and crashed head-on into someone.

Wen Yisheng bumped her forehead into the person's chin, her little face contorting in pain. She was in a hurry to find the teacher and didn't notice who she had bumped into.

"I'm so sorry, classmate!"

Wen Zhigang came out of the office, his chin was red from being bumped by her, but he didn't care and reached out to grab her wrist.

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?"

Wen Yisheng was startled, looked up and saw Wen Zhi, whose dark eyes showed anxiety: "Wen Yihan got into a fight to help me, and I couldn't stop him. Now I have to go find the homeroom teacher."

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhi's eyes darkened slightly, his eyelashes becoming jet black.

Her expression betrayed no sign of anything amiss; though she looked anxious and uneasy, he refrained from asking for the time being: "The homeroom teacher is inside; I'll go with you."

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Several homeroom teachers rushed over and stopped the fight.

Shao Yu looked frightening with her face covered in blood, mainly because her nose was broken and her face was swollen, but the rest of her injuries were not serious.

Wen Yihan had a cut on his chin, and the others were called to the office for a lecture.

After leaving the office, Wen Yisheng glanced at the wound on Wen Yihan's chin, her expression complex for a moment, then turned her face away, her voice cold: "Thank you for today."

Wen Yihan clenched his fists, his face still grim: "It's alright, don't be afraid. From now on, I'll beat Shao Yu every time I see him, and he won't dare to bother you."

Wen Yisheng frowned: "Stop using violence. The teacher will handle this."

Wen Yihan touched the tip of his nose, unusually obedient in front of the girl: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

The school bell had rung long ago, and both Class 1 and Class 2 next door were having physical education class.

Wen Yisheng nodded to him, then turned and walked towards the playground.

"Sheng Sheng!" Wen Yihan called out to her, jogged after her, stopped and looked at her, hesitated for a moment, "I want to apologize to you again sincerely."

Wen Yisheng pursed her lips, continuing her steps: "No need."

"I know I used to be pretty bad. The first time you came to my house, I almost bullied you. I was a beast back then!" Wen Yihan followed her closely, confessing anxiously.

"But I'm really changing now. I've kicked all those girls out of my life! I won't go out partying at night anymore, and I haven't skipped class since I came to Nanchuan..."

Wen Yihan grabbed Wen Yisheng's wrist and stood in front of her.

"Sheng Sheng, please forgive me, okay?"

Wen Yisheng shook him off, her expression blank: "Wen Yihan, what you become has nothing to do with me. There is no question of forgiveness between us. I don't want to mention that matter again, because you are a stranger to me, understand?"

"I don't need or care about your apology at all."

Wen Yihan, still thick-skinned, brightened up and said, "Since we're strangers, how about we become friends again?"

Wen Yisheng didn't go to the playground; instead, she went back to the teaching building. Everyone in the class had gone to PE class, and the classroom was empty.

"impossible."

"Wait here for me."

Wen Yisheng left those two sentences and returned to her class.

Wen Yihan stood obediently at the door of Class 1, occasionally craning his neck to peek inside.

The classroom next to Class 1 is Class 2. The students in Class 2 also went to physical education class, but there was one person sitting in the classroom that should have been empty.

The boy sat at the back desk, looking down at his phone, his expression calm, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

When Wen Yisheng came out of the classroom, she had a band-aid in her hand. She glanced at the wound on Wen Yihan's chin and said in a cold voice, "Here's the band-aid. Consider it payment for helping me today."

Wen Yihan took the band-aid and muttered under his breath, "But this reward is too small..."

Wen Yisheng took back the band-aid: "If you don't want it, then forget it."

"I want it!" Wen Yihan said with a grin, snatching it away and holding it tightly in his hand.

Her eyes were sweet.

"Sheng Sheng, could you help me put it on? I can't see it."

Wen Yisheng ignored him and turned to go downstairs.

Wen Yihan watched her retreating figure, stood there for a while, picked up a band-aid, and sniffed it.

He was all smiles.

It's as if it's imbued with Wen Yisheng's body temperature and scent.

"It smells good."

Wen Yihan walked slowly, passing by Class Two, clutching a band-aid in his hand, reluctant to use it.

He even picked it up and kissed it.

"Wen Yihan." A soft laugh suddenly rang out from the back of Class Two's classroom, clear and dangerous in the quiet space.

Wen Yihan's steps suddenly froze. He turned to look at the outer wall of Class Two's classroom and swallowed hard.

He hid the band-aid in his school uniform pocket.

Wen Zhi turned off his phone, leaned against the wall, crossed his long legs on the chair, and looked gloomy and weary with a world-weary expression.

His voice carried a hint of laughter, but it was far more terrifying than if he weren't laughing: "You don't know how to use a Band-Aid, do you? Come here, let me put one on for you."