During the break, Ye Zhiwei made a phone call and asked someone to buy a few books, namely one copy each of "Criminal Law" (General Principles and Specific Principles), "On Crime and Punishment", "Case Analysis of Criminal Law", etc.

She told the other party to remember to pack the books properly, so she could switch them out that night.

The class didn't prepare any special activities for Jiang Jianian, but the whole class collectively prepared a gift for him.

A yearbook that almost everyone in the class took turns writing in.

Each student in the class wrote a page or two full of messages.

The gift wasn't particularly expensive, but everyone put a lot of thought into it. Ye Zhiwei thought Jiang Jianian would be surprised when everyone gave him the gift, but Jiang Jianian didn't seem too surprised. He politely said thank you.

Polite distance.

His answer was also very formal, indicating that he would read them when he got back and thanked everyone for their gifts.

At this moment, Ye Zhiwei could sense that Jiang Jianian himself was not very happy on his birthday. Ye Zhiwei felt that the gift she had given him was terrible and might completely ruin the seemingly peaceful and friendly relationship between her and Jiang Jianian, which seemed to be developing into a friendship.

After Jiang Jianian returned to his room, Ye Zhiwei immediately took the new gift she had instructed her to give, put it in his schoolbag, and then put a biology college entrance exam question book in it. Afraid that Jiang Jianian would find the gift, she quickly went to Jiang Jianian and knocked on his door.

Jiang Jianian came over to open the door.

Ye Zhiwei coughed. "Actually, I wanted to ask you a few biology questions, is that alright?"

Seeing Ye Zhiwei's flustered and hurried appearance, Jiang Jianian said calmly, "Come in."

She had thought Jiang Jianian would refuse, and was prepared to shamelessly rush in if Jiang Jianian refused. But she never expected that her Plan B would not be used.

"What's the question?"

Ye Zhiwei immediately took out the book, listed the prepared questions, and placed them in front of Jiang Jianian.

Jiang Jianian opened it and looked through it. It wasn't a basic question; it was a bit difficult, and it was indeed a question that Ye Zhiwei would ask.

There isn't that much of a flaw.

He patiently began to explain.

After explaining it the first time, Ye Zhiwei pondered for a moment, "It's a bit difficult. I think I need to study it some more."

After watching for less than a minute, Ye Zhiwei shamelessly continued, "I'm a little thirsty—Jiang..."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Jianian stood up and actually cooperated, saying, "I'll go get you some water."

This... this cooperative?

Ye Zhiwei didn't expect things to start so smoothly, so smoothly that she couldn't believe it was real.

Before she could think too much, after Jiang Jianian left, Ye Zhiwei immediately reached out her wicked little hands and started rummaging through the drawers, but to her surprise, she didn't find the gift she had given him when she opened the drawer.

Wait a minute, I told the aunt to put it in this drawer, could it have been put somewhere else?

Ye Zhiwei started rummaging through another drawer, but after searching through all the drawers, she still couldn't find it.

Did it fall somewhere else after being put in the drawer?

Without thinking too much, Ye Zhiwei immediately squatted down to check under the desk to see if it had fallen anywhere. Not only did she not find it, but she also bumped her head on the desk and immediately crawled out in a disheveled state.

Then she saw Jiang Jianian standing in front of her, looking down at her.

They looked at each other in silence.

This created an awkward atmosphere.

In a moment of desperation, Ye Zhiwei had a sudden inspiration and said, "My pen fell under the table, and I'm looking for it—"

"Ye Zhiwei, is this what you're looking for?" The boy stretched out his hand, and the pendant slid down the loosened necklace and landed in front of Ye Zhiwei.

A necklace designed with handcuffs.

Ye Zhiwei: ...