The sweet and gentle boy is actually crazy and bad.

Wen Yihan stood frozen in place.

The lazy smile and slight excitement on his face froze.

Just hearing Wen Zhi's voice through the classroom wall was enough to send waves of fear through my heart.

He clutched the band-aid tightly and hid it in his school uniform pocket: "Brother... what are you doing here..."

Wen Zhi's lips curled slightly, his eyelids drooping slightly.

The classroom was empty and quiet. He sat casually with his elbows resting on the desk, his slender, delicate fingers toying with a pen on the desk that belonged to someone in Class Two.

She was clearly still the same person, but her demeanor was completely different from how outsiders perceived her.

She tore away the mask of gentle demeanor, revealing a soul that had long been twisted inside, yet she remained unbelievably elegant and beautiful.

Like a vampire baring its sharp fangs, it sits on its throne, savoring the fresh blood in its goblet, its wet, red tongue gently wiping away the blood that stained the corner of its lips.

Always so elegant.

Wen Zhi, his eyes half-closed, said somewhat impatiently, "I told you to come here, didn't you hear me, dear brother?"

Still my dear.

Anyone who didn't know better would think the two were really close brothers.

Wen Yihan shivered and stepped into Class 2 through the back door.

Wen Zhi sat against the wall at the very back, not looking at him, but lazily staring at the pen spinning in his hand.

Wen Yihan glanced at him, then lowered her head tremblingly: "Brother, why are you calling me? If there's nothing else, I need to go back to class..."

Wen Zhi pursed his lips, his gloomy gaze sweeping lightly over the wound on his chin.

He suddenly chuckled, a meaningful sound in his voice: "I'll put a band-aid on you."

"It's just a minor injury, no need..." Wen Yihan's smile was pale.

"Why don't you use it? Didn't you just ask Wen Yisheng to help you apply it? Are you complaining about me now?"

Wen Zhi looked up, his light-colored eyes darting around, and smiled, "Hey. What a nice hero saving the damsel in distress."

"Wen Yihan, you're amazing! So handsome and capable! You were so manly in front of Wen Yisheng this time, you gave me a huge sense of security."

The boy's tone was laced with cold sarcasm.

There was also an inexplicable sense of sarcasm or ambiguity about it.

It's like... a jealousy tinged with petty malice.

"She even brought you band-aids herself. She's so caring, isn't she?" Wen Zhi said through gritted teeth.

This person's jealousy is... to the point of being unbearable.

Wen Yihan was stunned for a moment before he realized his sarcastic tone.

He was a bit clever, and quickly said, "No, driver, it was that bastard Shao Yu who was bullying Sheng Sheng, and he even said he would teach her how to kiss!"

Wen Yihan forcefully threw the pot to Shao Yu.

"I happened to be over there on the playground, and when I thought about how Sheng Sheng is your person, how dare he take advantage of her like this? As your younger brother, I had to teach Shao Yu a lesson for you, so I rushed up and beat him up!"

"Sheng Sheng did that to thank me... uh, brother...!"

Wen Yihan stopped speaking with a tremor in his voice.

Wen Zhi stood up, his bony, pale hand suddenly grabbing Wen Yihan's hair, the veins on the back of his hand bulging: "Then thank you, brother...?"

Wen Zhi's eyes flashed with coldness: "Is 'Sheng Sheng' something you call me?"

"Brother, this is a school... there are surveillance cameras!" Wen Yihan shouted, his fists clenched and his voice hoarse.

My hair was soaked with cold sweat.

Wen Zhi stared at him intently, chuckled, and patted his face: "Look how scared you are. Anyone who didn't know better would think I was going to kill you."

"You helped Wen Yisheng out of a sense of justice. I will only praise you and not hit you."

Wen Zhi said casually, "I'm not the kind of person who's unreasonable."

Wen Yihan: "..."

Wen Zhisong released Wen Yihan.

His hair and hands were covered in sweat and grease; it was disgusting.

Wen Zhi took out a small packet of disinfectant wipes from his pocket and pulled out one.

She slowly and carefully wiped her fingers clean, then glanced at her good-for-nothing brother: "Take it out."

Wen Yihan was stunned for a moment, his eyes darting around on the ground, feigning ignorance: "Brother, what did you say...?"

Wen Zhi wiped his fingers clean, raised his hand and gently tossed the wet wipe into the corner trash can.

He curled his lips into a smile, licked his lips, and then pretended to pick up a chair and smash it over Wen Yihan's head.

"I know! I know!" Wen Yihan was so frightened that he shrank back and quickly took out a band-aid from his pocket.

He tremblingly handed it to Wen Zhi: "Brother, here you go."

Wen Zhi glanced at him lightly, smiled, and took the band-aid.

"Alright, get to class now."

Wen Yihan was stunned. The little monster actually let him go so easily?

So, is it just to get back the band-aid that Wen Yisheng gave him?

Seeing that he was still standing there in a daze, Wen Zhi glanced at him impatiently: "Why don't you sit down and have a chat?"

Wen Yihan shuddered. "No, no! I'm going back to class!"

He glanced longingly at the band-aid in Wen Zhi's hand—it was the first gift Sheng Sheng had ever given him! And it had just been snatched away! He was furious!

This little monster will go crazy and die sooner or later, just like his crazy mother!

Wen Yihan could only curse in his heart before gritting his teeth and running away.

Wen Zhi seemed oblivious to his underlying resentment.

He has a minor flaw: he enjoys seeing others want to get rid of him but are forced to fawn over him out of fear.

It's quite funny.

Wen Zhi walked to the sanitation corner and threw the Band-Aid into the trash can.

~

The physical education curriculum in Nanchuan is very rich, with a wide variety of interesting options including ball games, track and field, rock climbing, waltz, swimming, taekwondo, skiing, and more.

This semester's courses mainly consist of Taekwondo, basketball, and swimming, which are marked on the timetable. However, Wen Yisheng has been so engrossed in studying lately that she hasn't paid attention and only knows that it's a physical education class.

When Wen Yisheng ran to the playground for her physical education class, she found that only Class 2 was there, along with a class from another grade, practicing shot put.

She was stunned.

Standing on the playground, looking around blankly, I resembled a little yellow duck that had gotten separated from its group.

Where are they?

As Wen Zhi walked along, he looked at the little yellow duck's bewildered figure, smiled with lowered eyes, and really wanted to take the little duck home and raise it.

He approached quietly, stopped behind Wen Yisheng, bent down and whispered in her ear: "Look, I saw a... lost little swan."

Wen Yisheng was startled when someone suddenly leaned in and spoke to her.

I turned around instinctively.

Her hair was tied up because of physical education class.

With a sudden turn of her head, her long, flowing ponytail slapped against Wen Zhi's face.

"Hiss... um..."

Wen Zhi remained frozen in his bent-over position, as if he had been hurt. He closed his eyes, turned his face to the side, and groaned pitifully.

When Wen Yisheng saw it was Wen Zhi, she covered her lips and said, "Sorry, does it hurt? You scared me first."

"Eye……"

Wen Zhiwei tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and frowned slightly: "It hurts so much, I can't open them."

"Huh?" Wen Yisheng touched her ponytail.

Is this considered a staged accident?

"Is it that serious?" Wen Yisheng asked, half believing and half doubting.

Wen Zhi nodded. His soft and delicate features were flawless in the sunlight, and his long, dark eyelashes were slowly dampened, turning into even darker strands.

Suddenly, a clear tear fell from beneath her closed eyelashes.

The tear stain was exceptionally clear and fragile in the sunlight.

"pain."

Wen Zhi said seriously, "Ah Sheng, it seems like you've blinded me."