The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Zhi was behind her, watching her bury her face, her fair neck and ear tips were pink.

Wen Zhi smiled silently, his lips curving upwards.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tell the teacher." Wen Yisheng suddenly looked up, her cheeks flushed, and picked up a book from the table, throwing it at Lu Zhizhou.

Lu Zhizhou caught the book that hit his chest and groaned in pain, then looked at Wen Zhi with a face full of utter injustice: "I didn't even swear, why is she treating me like this?"

It's reasonable to suspect that Xiao Shengsheng was caught off guard and was furious.

Xu Lang asked Wen Zhi a few more questions about his grades before returning to his seat.

As Xu Lang passed by Wei Lan, he lowered his voice and said, "Read less erotic comics, that's unhealthy."

"Mind your own business, get lost." Wei Lan blushed and glared at him.

Xu Lang casually tossed out a sentence before leaving: "You're my future wife. If I don't care about you, who do I care about?"

The two were well-matched in terms of social standing, and their families had been friends for generations.

"What nonsense are you spouting? There's no way I could like—" Wei Lan looked ahead and the voice stopped as Zhong Yue'er entered through the front door of the classroom.

Zhong Yue'er and Xu Lang were classmates. She sat inside, and Xu Lang moved his chair forward to let her sit down.

Zhong Yue'er smiled sweetly and handed Xu Lang a bottle of drink: "Class monitor, thank you for helping me with my questions the other day, otherwise I would definitely have been at the bottom of the class in the monthly exam."

Xu Lang confiscated it: "It's only right for classmates to help each other. Keep up the good work next time."

Wei Lan glanced at them, a slightly mocking smile playing on her lips. Mind your own business.

Wen Yisheng could no longer lift her head.

Her mind is completely consumed by DIY projects. She's going crazy; how can she possibly look Wen Zhi in the eye now?

Wen Zhi would definitely think she's a female pervert, right? How could she chase after him at night and ask him such private questions?

The key point is that his answer was still—yes.

So Wen Zhi, like the character in the anime we just watched, did *that* kind of thing with Ding Ding? Oh well, that kind of thing is pretty normal during puberty, right?

but--

"Can I come in?" Wen Zhi asked from behind her, his voice low and soft.

Wen Yisheng looked up and saw that Lu Zhizhou had left sometime earlier, and the classroom was full of students.

She quickly stood up, bowed her head, and said, "Please come in."

Wen Zhi glanced at her, a smile in his eyes, and sat back down.

The bell rings, class begins.

Wen Zhi got a perfect score on his math test. During class, Huang Kailang held up Wen Zhi's test paper and spent ten minutes of the class praising him in various ways.

"Wen Zhi is the most outstanding, rigorous and self-disciplined student I have ever seen in my more than 20 years of teaching."

"He is humble and composed, not only excelling in his studies but also eager to help his classmates. Moreover, he is focused and never thinks about anything else."

Huang Kailang's warning gaze swept over several female classmates: "Let me add something here. Although college doesn't prohibit early relationships, it's best to focus your energy on your studies and learn from Wen Zhi, who has a good mind. You're all young, so go ahead and do whatever you want after you graduate."

Envious and respectful gazes were all focused on Wen Zhi.

Wen Yisheng, as the deskmate of the academic genius, was even more restless.

She's now brainwashed by DIY, and is quietly moving out while clutching her books.

She only relaxed a little when a galaxy separated them.

Wen Zhi, however, paid no attention to the praise. He sat properly with his head down, holding a pen and writing something seriously.

Huang Kailang took a look and praised repeatedly, "Look at this, everyone! Wen Zhi is making the most of every minute to study. He's still doing his exercises! Take out your books, everyone looks like they're about to fall asleep after coming back from vacation."

Huang Kailang picked up the pointer and tapped it twice on the blackboard, then stopped lecturing and began the lesson.

However, in the eyes of both teachers and students, the self-disciplined and focused student, who was doing his homework, nudged his deskmate with his elbow.

Wen Yisheng froze, not daring to move.

His laptop had been moved over from the table. He showed it to her.

Several lines of text were written on it in black ink, fully expressing his anger.

Wen Zhi: Now you know shame. Last night, when you asked me questions like a female pervert, you were so fierce and arrogant.

Wen Zhi: Is Asheng a pervert?

Wen Zhi: Ah Sheng is so perverted.

Wen Zhi: Because of your question, I didn't sleep well at all last night.

Wen Zhi: Are you being a pervert to your brother?

Wen Zhi: I can forgive you. But you're not allowed to ask other boys this kind of question again.

Wen Yisheng: ...

You were rushing to do your homework, weren't you? The homeroom teacher is still on the podium! Your perfect student persona has been shattered!

~

In mid-October, Nanchuan will hold its autumn sports meet as usual.

During evening self-study, Huang Kailang entered the classroom and announced: "The school is holding a sports meet at the end of the month. This is something that represents the honor of our class, so we must take it very seriously. There are many sports events, both team and individual, and everyone should participate! Of course, I will also participate in the teachers' sports event. Let's cheer each other on!"

"Xu Lang, Lin Chen, you two arrange the registration."

Xu Lang is the class monitor, and Lin Chen is the sports committee member.

The two agreed, and then Huang Kailang said, "By the way, there's also the girl holding the placard in the opening ceremony of the school sports meet. Who from our class should hold it?"

The girl holding the sign is the one who walks at the front of the line during the opening ceremony.

Actually, this is also a kind of small competition among students in each class. The class chooses the prettiest girl to hold up the sign, and the class with the most stunning appearance has a different sense of honor and feels very proud.

The girl holding the sign amazed the whole school; the entire class was proud, and their pride was shared. They could walk with an air of arrogance and dominance.

"We'll definitely choose the prettiest girl in our class to hold up the sign; she has to blow the other classes away!"

"Yes, today in the cafeteria, I heard a guy from Class 10 talking about the school sports meet."

"They slandered our class, saying we're all just bookworms and sports losers, and that besides Zhong Yue'er, we don't even have a single class beauty who's presentable! It's infuriating!"

"They must be blind! The girls in our class don't care about dressing up; they're all naturally beautiful, unlike those makeup-obsessed monsters in their class!"

The boys in the class are quite protective of their own.

They've already started whispering among themselves, deciding which girl to choose to hold up the sign.

Who do you think is suitable?

"It must be Wen..." the boy said excitedly, then lowered his voice, "It must be Wen Yisheng! We have to pool our money to order a custom-made dress, make our class beauty look gorgeous, and make those blind fools from other classes drool all over the gym!"

"Wen Yisheng is definitely a trump card."

"My sister is a fashion designer, so we invited her."

They are all children of wealthy and influential people, and they are not short of money.

Most of the students' eyes turned to Wen Yisheng.

A small number of girls also support Zhong Yue'er.

"Are they all blind? Yue'er is clearly more suitable!" Li Youxue muttered indignantly. Zhong Yue'er was usually very good at dealing with people and was kind to everyone. Several girls in the class were her loyal fans.

Wei Lan, who was separated from her by an aisle, leaned back in her chair and scoffed, "The public's eyes are discerning. It's a fact that my darling is prettier than someone else even without dressing up."

Li Youxue: "You!"

Zhong Yue'er patiently stopped Li Youxue, saying, "Don't say that. I'm not pretty. Sheng Sheng is more suitable."

Li Youxue: "Yueyue, don't underestimate yourself!"

Wei Lan rolled her eyes. Tch, what a green tea bitch.