After the class monitor left dejectedly, Ruan Huixian tugged at Chu Yi's sleeve: "Yi Yi, I'm fine."

“That person is exploiting you.” Chu Yi continued to slump over the table. “Kind people are bullied, and good horses are ridden. You’re not a class leader, so why are you doing those things?”

Ruan Huixian said, "Anyway, I'm bored..."

"If you're bored, do my homework."

“... ..."

Chu Yi rolled his eyes.

Ruan Huixian is good in every way, but she is too weak-willed and doesn't complain much when bullied by her classmates.

Ring ring...

As soon as the bell rang and the teacher left on time, Chu Yi instantly sprang into action, pulling Ruan Huixian towards the dormitory.

"Do you have any plans for the weekend?" Chu Yi asked her friend as she changed her clothes back in her dorm room.

"Let's go to the library."

"Then don't go." Chu Yi waved his hand, changing his friend's plans. "Come to my house."

"Hey, Chu Yi, can I join you?" My roommate next to me craned his neck and asked with a grin.

Chu Yi said to his roommate, "Another day."

After changing his clothes, Chu Yi pulled Ruan Huixian away from the dormitory.

"You got the short end of the stick, didn't you?" After the two left, another roommate said with a smile, "Chu Yi and we are not the same kind of people."

The roommate shrugged: "I don't quite understand why Chu Yi is so nice to Ruan Huixian?"

"They are both from Shanghai and come from similar backgrounds, while we are just outsiders."

Actually, that's not the case. Chu Yi and Ruan Huixian got along well because the latter was kind and gentle, and she saw Zhou Qiong's shadow in Ruan Huixian.

That's all.

Chu Yi and his companion followed the crowd out of the school. It was Friday, and the school was full of students, with all sorts of luxury cars parked outside.

Chu Yi waved, and a Porsche stopped in front of him. The window rolled down, and a middle-aged man with a beer belly poked his head out. "Hey ladies, where are you going? I'll give you a ride."

Chu Yi said, "My home is in the Zhonghai Mingyuan residential complex on the Bund in Shanghai. Do you want to come?"

"Hehe..." Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's face showed obvious embarrassment. "Sorry, it's inconvenient."

Damn, he hooked up with a real rich heiress while trying to hook up with a gold digger.

Well, I guess I'm just unlucky.

"Useless!" Chu Yi crossed his arms, hailed a taxi, and the two headed towards the residential area.

Zhonghai Mingyuan.

Chu Yi pulled Ruan Huixian's arm: "Brother Liu, please register this. This is my classmate."

Ruan Huixian tilted her head slightly, observing the neighborhood.

She was a local, so she naturally knew the name, origin, and property prices of this neighborhood—a place that ordinary people could only dream of for several lifetimes.

Ruan Huixian had guessed about Chu Yi's family background, but she did not expect his strength to exceed her expectations.

"Don't worry, they're all just ordinary people." Chu Yi put his right hand on his friend's shoulder and lowered his voice, "See that female celebrity? She's been really popular these past few months, but let me tell you, she's actually already married and has a child..."

When the two returned home, Zhou Qiong had already arrived. The three of them introduced themselves to each other; being the same age, they got along quite well.

... ...

On Saturday morning, Chu Fang sat up early, looked at his sprained ankle, and sighed. Zhong Tingyue had already woken up, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Why are you sighing?"

"A sprained ankle is really inconvenient."

"Didn't someone initially think it was a good idea? Why did they change their mind?"

At first, Chu Fangzhen felt great after spraining his ankle. He enjoyed Zhong Tingyue's constant care, having her bring him water, hand him food, and even accompany him to the bathroom... It was simply the happiest thing in his life.

But as time went on, he discovered the inconveniences.

On the one hand, he sits in a wheelchair every day, his spirits are low, and he seems to be on drugs; on the other hand, although he sprained his ankle, he did not enjoy the benefits of being disabled and was often bullied by Jiang Wenzhen.

More importantly, the sprained ankle severely affected his sexual performance; his foot would start to hurt whenever he tried to do anything.

And she also had to endure Zhong Tingyue's ridicule.

"Shhh, are you sure you can handle this?"

"Are you impotent?"

"If it doesn't work out, then so be it."

"Even small ones are cute."

“... ..."

Such remarks infuriated him.

A man can't say no!

Chu Fang sighed and could only vow in his heart that once his foot was healed, he would take revenge on that woman.

Zhong Tingyue then got up and helped Chu Fang get dressed. She then helped him to his wheelchair, shook her head, and said, "Won't I still be the one taking care of you when you're old?"

Chu Fang thought for a moment and said, "That works too."

“... ..."

Zhong Tingyue made a few sandwiches and heated up some milk. Zhong Rou got up, ate her sandwiches while fantasizing about blowing up the school, and then reluctantly went to school after finishing.

Once she entered high school, Zhong Rou had a break every other weekend, and all she could think about was how to blow up the school.

Chu Fang saw a lot of explosive search records in Zhong Rou's Baidu search box.

"Question: How can we make all the teachers in the school sick and not come to class?"

Are sleeping pills legal? How can we get all the teachers in the school to fall asleep?

“... ..."

Even more explosive is that Zhong Rou wants to hire an assassin to kill those leaders in the Education Bureau!

Chu Fang felt that his sister-in-law had 'anti-human' tendencies.

He even consulted Chang Shen about this matter, and the latter calmly told him that Zhong Rou hadn't really killed anyone or set any fires, so why was he so worried?

We'll talk about it when we take action.

If you actually commit illegal or criminal acts, it will be too late then!

Chang Shen then comforted him, and he gradually seemed to have come to terms with it.

There's no need to be so nervous if you haven't committed any illegal or criminal acts.

... ...