The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yisheng came out to find Wen Zhi.

It was the end of evening self-study time, and students were chasing and playing in the corridors and stairwells. She left the teaching building but didn't know where to look.

"Sheng Sheng?"

Wen Yisheng paused upon hearing the voice, then lowered her head and quickened her pace, but was still overtaken.

Wen Yihan, tall and long-legged, blocked Wen Yisheng in two steps. It was a bit cold near the end of October, but he was wearing long school pants and a short-sleeved shirt, and his forehead was wet with sweat, so he must have been playing ball.

If you ignore Wen Yisheng's bad impression of him, he really does look like a roguish school heartthrob.

Wen Yihan asked anxiously, "Why did you move out of your house? Did someone bully you?"

"..." means your dad.

Wen Yihan had wanted to ask for a long time, but he hadn't found the opportunity.

Wen Yisheng ignored him, her fair face slightly cold: "No, move aside."

"No," he said, his tall frame easily blocking Wen Yisheng with his arms around her. "Then tell me, where do you live now?"

Wen Yihan looked down at her.

The girl has long, delicate eyebrows and long, curled eyelashes. Her eyes are particularly captivating when she blinks, and even the wispy bangs on her forehead are beautiful.

Having finally gotten a chance to get so close to Wen Yisheng, Wen Yihan didn't want to let her go; he just wanted to talk to her a little longer.

Wen Yisheng was extremely disgusted and raised her small face to glare at him angrily: "What exactly do you want? What does it matter to you where I live?"

"I'm worried about you!" Wen Yihan was also anxious, but the girl's clear almond eyes had a unique cuteness when they were a little annoyed.

He glanced around and saw that there weren't many students coming over, so he moved a little closer to Wen Yisheng.

Wen Yihan's expression turned serious: "Are you living with Wen Zhi?"

"I..." Wen Yisheng quickly turned her head to look around, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that no one had heard her. "Don't talk nonsense."

boom.

Wen Yihan suddenly clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall behind Wen Yisheng. "Damn it. I knew it." His expression was grim, as if he were angry.

Wen Yisheng was startled by his posture.

"You're sick." He turned and walked away.

Wen Yihan chased after her, grabbed the girl's slender wrist through her sleeve, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Wen Zhisha..."

"What are you doing?"

A boy's calm and unhurried voice suddenly rang out from the darkness, his tone gentle and harmless.

Then Wen Zhi strode over, his face as always with a gentle smile, his eyes fixed on Wen Yihan.

"I think I heard my own name called."

Wen Yisheng struggled slightly, and Wen Yihan immediately released her grip. "...Brother."

Wen Yisheng quickly walked up to Wen Zhi, "Does your head still hurt?"

Her immediate arrival at his side brought Wen Zhi some pleasure and satisfaction, and he smiled slightly: "Hmm, I'm still feeling a little uncomfortable."

He then asked gently, "Ah Sheng, could you please get me some hot water from the water room? My water cup is on my desk."

Each floor of the teaching building has a small water room to provide water for the students.

Wen Yisheng nodded happily.

During her stay in Hetang Bay, Wen Zhi took care of all the cooking and housework for her. She wanted to help him with something: "Okay, I'll go then."

"Thank you."

After Wen Yisheng left, his gaze instantly turned cold, and he tilted his head slightly to look at Wen Yihan.

Wen Zhi gestured with his chin in the direction Wen Yisheng had left, and gave a strange, mocking laugh: "You still like her?"

Wen Yihan quickly shook his head.

"No, brother, I didn't."

Wen Zhi's eyelids drooped slightly, not so much out of anger, but more out of indifference towards him: "I've killed people. Was that what you were trying to say to her just now?"

Wen Yihan shuddered, his handsome face turning pale and stiff: "No, brother, I came here to praise you."

"Heh," Wen Zhi said with a forced smile, "Are you an idiot?"

Wen Zhi's gaze swept over Wen Yihan's left hand, the same left hand that had just touched Wen Yisheng's wrist.

He suddenly lowered his voice, his tone hoarse and dangerous, and said, "If you touch her again, I'll chop off all your fingers and make them into specimens, you believe me?"

Wen Yihan's legs went weak, and he leaned against the wall, hiding his hands tightly behind his back. "No..."

Seeing how scared he was, Wen Zhi suddenly burst out laughing and patted his sweaty face.

"You're so timid, I was just kidding. You actually believed me?"

Wen Zhi smiled and left, but Wen Yihan remained rooted to the spot for a long time, until the school bell rang.

~

During the last evening self-study session.

The class collectively voted for the girls who would hold up placards for the school sports meet.

Voting was simple: write down the names of the girls you thought were suitable on slips of paper, and class monitor Xu Lang would open them one by one to count them and announce the candidates who would raise their signs.

—The results are in.

Xu Lang stood on the podium and announced the results: "Based on the voting results, the girl holding the sign for Class 1 has now been selected as Zhong Yue'er."

"Oh~ Wen Yisheng!"

"Perfect!"

The cheering boys were a beat slow to react, suddenly pausing in surprise, "Huh? Who?"

Wen Zhi sat in his seat with his usual gentle expression, twirling his pen in his hand and looking down at the exercises, completely ignoring the situation in the class.

Wen Yisheng never wanted to raise her placard, and she didn't care.

Xu Lang repeated: "Zhong Yue'er."

The excited boys in the class suddenly fell silent.

Then came a few scattered claps, led by Li Youxue, who said proudly, "Yueyue will definitely steal the show as the sign-holding girl!"

Immediately, thunderous applause erupted in the class, and the boys were very respectful.

Zhong Yue'er was elected, but her smile was somewhat forced. She glanced at Wen Yisheng and Wen Zhi's seats out of the corner of her eye, and secretly clenched her fists.

Privately, however, a few people found it strange.

"Hey, who did you vote for?"

"We must hear from Wen Yisheng!"

"I also gave it to Wen Yisheng."

"Then why did Zhong Yue'er get more votes? She's quite pretty too, but she can't compare to Wen Yisheng..."

"Don't even think about it. The class monitor is usually a very serious person, impartial and incorruptible. He's not the kind of person who would fake a ticket."

Xu Lang: "..."

~

Wen Yisheng's peaceful days came to an end just before the school sports meet. An accident occurred.

That day, the class funds needed for the school sports meet were lost—three thousand yuan in cash.

For some reason, Wen Yisheng found the class funds in her schoolbag...