The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Today is the Beginning of Winter. Eating dumplings will keep your ears from freezing.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the morning wind feels like a razor blade slicing across my face.

The camphor tree leaves in the college were covered with a thick layer of frost, and the temperature only eased a little when the sun peeked out.

Wen Yisheng wore a milky white sweater under her school uniform, with a section of the soft sweater collar peeking out from the zipper, making her neck look slender and fair, warm and beautiful.

"Sheng Sheng, you look so sweet today."

Wei Lan cupped her face in her hands and rubbed it gently, a loving mother's smile on her face.

She said, "Did Sheng Sheng pick out this sweater herself? She has great taste."

The girl's skin was delicate, and the sweater made her complexion look even whiter and smoother, with a soft and smooth feel that made you want to rub and bite it.

Wen Yisheng shook her head, her eyes trembling slightly: "No."

"Okay, anyway, Sheng Sheng looks good in it." Wei Lan remembered something, returned to her seat, and took out a pair of small white fluffy hair clips from her schoolbag.

Wei Lan has a bold personality, but she still has a bit of a girlish heart. Although she has short hair that exposes her ears and doesn't need hair clips, it doesn't stop her from dressing up her girlfriends in a sweet way.

When she saw these fluffy hair clips while shopping, she imagined Wen Yisheng wearing them, and it made her heart melt.

Perfectly, the color matched her new sweater. A hair clip adorned just above her ear.

Seeing the results, Wei Lan exclaimed in amazement at her own judgment: "Ye Zi, look!"

Ye Hehua looked over, her face slightly flushed: "Yes, so beautiful."

Wen Yisheng touched the hair clip, her eyes clear and bright: "Thank you."

Suddenly, several shrill laughs rang out in the classroom.

Wen Yisheng froze, the light in her eyes instantly vanishing. Even though those laughs weren't directed at her at all, she felt like some kind of animal encountering danger, quickly retreating into its shell and hiding in the darkness, never wanting to come out again.

Wei Lan didn't notice her because someone entered the classroom through the back door.

Wen Zhi was wearing the same school uniform as them.

He was tall, and his school uniform looked elegant and good on him, with a black sweater underneath.

Wei Lan slipped back to her seat.

Wen Zhi sat down, putting down his schoolbag while coldly scrutinizing Wei Lan in front of him. His gaze then fell on Wen Yisheng's hair clip adorning her ear, and he lowered his voice to ask, "Does Asheng like it?"

"Um?"

Do you like this hair clip?

Wen Yisheng lightly touched the hair clip with her fingertips, her eyes filled with bright hope, and nodded: "I like it."

Wen Zhi took a piece of candy out of his pocket, put it in his mouth, his expression as gentle as ever, and his voice low and soft: "You like it? Then let's go shopping this weekend, okay? I'll buy it for you, alright?"

Wen Yisheng smelled the scent of candy again.

Perhaps it was because she was targeted by her classmates that she became more sensitive. Every time Wen Zhiyi ate candy and came close to her, she felt an inexplicable sense of pressure.

"it is good."

Wen Yisheng did not reject Wen Zhi, which was also a form of dependence. She was afraid that rejection would upset Wen Zhi.

The bell rang, and the morning reading session began.

Wei Lan suddenly remembered something, turned her head suspiciously, and looked at Wen Yisheng across two rows of seats.

Wen Yisheng and Wen Zhi sat together, undoubtedly the most good-looking desk duo in the class. When the school's cultural department came to film a documentary about the freshmen, Class One was featured for one minute, and forty seconds of that was close-up shots of the two of them.

It's really infuriating.

However, Wei Lan's gaze lingered on the collars of their sweaters, and she had a feeling...

Are they wearing matching outfits? Oh my god.

One is milky white, and the other is pure black. They have the same collar style, both being semi-high collars, and most importantly, they both look soft and luxurious.

Was it just a coincidence?

After class, two or three boys huddled together, whispering about something.

It was the same incident as the last time a male sophomore went missing. Xie Yu was nearby and could hear the sounds.

The boy who knew the inside story spoke first, mysteriously saying, "Hey, listen to me, Shao Yu has been found."

"How did you find him? I thought he... was dead. I've been having nightmares for the past two days. Is he alright?"

"Well, at least he's not dead."

Xie Yu, who was pretending to be asleep with her head resting on her arm, opened her eyes.

"Stop beating around the bush and just say it all at once, or I'm going to get goosebumps again."

"The person wasn't found; someone anonymously called Shao Yu's family, and Shao Yu was located through the kidnapping address given over the phone."

"But Shao Yu had no visible injuries, she was just tied up and couldn't move. She could only urinate and defecate in her pants. She hadn't eaten or drunk anything for almost three days, and her bodily functions were failing. Everyone said that if that phone call had been made a few hours later, Shao Yu would have died."

"Damn, the person making the call, could it be the same person who kidnapped Shao Yu?" It's absolutely terrifying to think about.

"I don't know, anyway, Shao Yu hasn't woken up in the hospital yet."

Xie Yu listened with lowered eyes and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

A voice sounded from above.

Ye Hehua: "Please hand in your Chinese homework."

Xie Yu glanced at her, sat up, and handed over his composition book.

Ye He accepted the item expressionlessly and moved on to the next person.