Chapter 3 The voice in Chapter 3 is very pleasant to hear.

"Lingling, look at the campus confession wall! Wen He and Jia Xinquan are fighting in the dorm!"

"Hmm?" Wen Ling didn't pay attention to the confession wall. She directly took Yang Lan's phone and looked at it. It was a nine-grid grid of photos taken by the contributors. There were many people crowded at the dormitory entrance and in the corridor.

In the dormitory, Jia Xinquan's roommate returned after finishing his meal.

After being startled when they opened the door, they reacted instinctively, protecting those they knew, and together pulled away the violent Wen He.

Wen He was so angry that his ears turned red and his neck bulged. The photo captures the image of him pointing at Jia Xinquan and yelling at him with his mouth wide open.

He stood there alone, isolated and helpless, while Jia Xinquan had several people standing in front of him. He was fearless and raised two middle fingers at Wen He.

She couldn't tell what injuries he had sustained, but Wen Ling's heart suddenly raced. She put on her clothes and changed her shoes, and just before leaving, she remembered to ask where they were.

But the more nervous and anxious she became, the less she could say what she wanted to say. She stood at the door with her mouth open, stuck for a long time. Yang Lan looked on anxiously and asked, "Lingling, what do you want to say?"

Wen Ling's nose tingled, and her eyes instantly welled up with tears. She pointed at her phone, "It's here...it's here..."

Another roommate, Zhong Yuting, patted her back gently to comfort her: "It's okay, Lingling, take a moment to calm down and speak slowly."

Yang Lan frowned, as if she had just thought of something: "Are you trying to ask where they are now?"

Wen Ling, who was about to type a message to Yang Lan, immediately nodded.

“The administration building,” Zhong Yuting immediately replied. “It’s in the counselor’s office, on the fourth floor. Take the elevator out and turn left; it’s the fifth office there.”

…

We arrived at the fourth floor, and the elevator doors slowly opened.

Wen Ling rushed out from inside, turned left, and ran with her head down.

She counted to the fifth door out of the corner of her eye. The door was open. Just as she was about to rush in, everything went black, and she bumped into a wall of flesh, making her head spin.

Rubbing his forehead, he whispered an apology: "I...I'm sorry."

The sound was so faint that it could be ignored. Shang Chen grabbed her arm to help her stand up.

Wen Ling said again, "...Thank you."

Looking up, I saw the same person I had just seen in the cafeteria.

She pursed her lips, broke free from his grasp, and was about to step inside when Shang Chen grabbed her arm, took two steps out, and closed the door.

Wen Ling: "...?"

Shang Chen reminded her, "Don't go in yet, your brother is being scolded."

Wen Ling wanted to go in and check on him, but Shang Chen seemed to know what she wanted to do and added, "He's fine, he just has a few bruises on his face."

Wen Ling listened, and while she didn't feel much relieved, she was finally less worried. She then looked up at him again, blinking her eyes, her meaning clear: You know Wen He?

Shang Chen coughed lightly and turned his face away: "We're in the same dorm."

One dormitory...

Wen Ling recalled, rather inappropriately, that Wen He usually complained to her most about one of his roommates.

The original words were: Although he is somewhat handsome, his family background is not bad, and he entered the university with the highest score in his major, he loves to show off and always acts like he is the only one who matters, which makes people uncomfortable.

He acts like he doesn't care when people talk to him, as if someone owes him money, and he's all high and mighty.

Wen Ling thought that Wen He was probably referring to the person in front of her. After all, there was practically no one he could admit was somewhat handsome, and Shang Chen was the second one.

The first one was himself.

After a moment of silence, Wen Ling surprisingly calmed down a bit. She hesitantly took two steps to the side. According to Wen He, this person probably wasn't easy to get along with, so it was better to keep her distance...

Shang Chen looked down, saw something, and suddenly squatted down in front of her, still kneeling on one knee.

Wen Ling was startled and subconsciously took two steps back. Shang Chen grabbed her knee with one hand and said in a magnetic voice, "Don't move."

Wen Ling dared not move.

Shang Chen looked up at her, frowning. "Did you fall on the way here?"

There was a long staircase in front of the administration building. The path was frosty and slippery. She was in a hurry and accidentally tripped and fell twice on the stairs. Her adrenaline surged, and she didn't feel any pain at the time.

"Does it hurt?" Shang Chen asked again.

Now... I can feel the burning sensation on the skin hidden under my pants.

Even her palms were still a little numb. Shang Chen noticed her unnatural hands, her palms covered in mud and snow.

Wen Ling watched as the boy her brother had described as difficult to get along with took out a brand new pack of tissues from his coat pocket, tore it open, and handed her two sheets, saying in a very gentle tone, "Wipe it."

Wen Ling took it blankly.

Shang Chen squatted down again to wipe the stains off her knees. Wen Ling was quite surprised by his natural touch. She froze for a moment before moving her feet, wanting to escape: "No...no, it's okay!"

Wen Ling's words had no effect. Shang Chen grabbed her knee with one hand and rubbed it off forcefully. Seeing that she didn't seem to be in much pain, he figured it wasn't serious.

Wen Ling vaguely thought that he shouldn't be the person Wen He was complaining about, and that this person was a germaphobe who couldn't stand seeing himself dirty or others dirty.

The counselor's voice could be heard from time to time in the office, but it was hard to hear clearly. She didn't know what was going on. Seeing that Shang Chen was standing next to her and showed no sign of leaving, Wen Ling hesitated for a while, then carefully tugged at his sleeve.

Shang Chen turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"

As he spoke, a faint smile played at the corners of his eyes. He already looked as if he had been meticulously sculpted by Nuwa, and with such a gentle demeanor, Wen Ling's face almost instantly turned red.

I am very aware of my tendency to freeze up when I'm nervous.

Wen Ling looked down, took out her phone, and typed: What's your name?

Shang Chen's eyebrows twitched as he stared at her: "Why aren't you saying anything? Didn't you just say that your voice is very nice?"

Wen Ling pursed her lips. Originally, only her face was red, but now even her ears turned red. She hesitated for a moment, but continued to type on her phone: I'm a little nervous.

Shang Chen asked, "So?"

Wen Ling was still a little self-conscious about her nervous stuttering, so apart from Wen He and her roommates, almost no one at G University knew that she had this problem. Her usual impression in class was that she was a quiet, somewhat socially awkward, but cheerful beauty.

Wen Ling typed on her phone again: I don't want to talk.

Shang Chen didn't press him any further; he figured Wen Ling probably just didn't want to talk to him.

The two stood silently side by side against the wall for a while, when Shang Chen suddenly remembered that he had to answer the question she had asked at the beginning: "Shang Chen."

Wen Ling responded with a puzzled "hmm".

Shang Chen explained, "Do you know how to write my name?"

Wen Ling shook her head hesitantly, unsure which two words it was.

Shang Chen seemed to have found a new source of amusement, raising his eyebrows: "Stretch out your hand."

Wen Ling didn't know why she listened to him so much. She obediently stretched out her hand as soon as he told her to. Her palm was still hot and red from the friction with the ground.

Shang Chen smiled slightly, gently grasped her slender white wrist with his thumb and forefinger, supported her hand with his palm, and held it firmly in place. With his other hand, he solemnly wrote the two characters "Shang Chen" on her palm, stroke by stroke.

His voice was low and hoarse: "Do you understand now?"

Wen Ling's heart was racing. She was somewhat confused by this sudden acceleration in her heartbeat, even though it was just an ordinary act without any romantic undertones.

Wen Ling didn't actually read the words; she was only focused on his hands. Sure enough, good-looking people have good-looking hands too—fair, slender, with well-defined bones and prominent veins. It was the perfect hand shape she would refer to when drawing fan comics; it was... very sexually alluring.

Her head was spinning, but she nodded.

Shang Chen extended his hand, his meaning quite clear.

Wen Ling: "..."

As the two were locked in a stalemate, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the corridor. They turned their heads in unison and saw a black figure flash by like a tornado, stopping in front of them and almost bumping into Wen Ling.

Shang Chen lightly supported Wen Ling's shoulder, and upon seeing who it was, he clicked his tongue and frowned unhappily. Just as he was about to speak, Yan Qingli pushed open the door and walked in without even knocking.

He called out, "Wen He!"

As if she had stumbled upon some juicy gossip, Wen Ling was about to lean closer to listen to what was happening inside through the open door crack when she was suddenly picked up around the waist, turned around, and exclaimed "Hey!" before the door slammed shut with a bang.

Shang Chen had an "I knew it" look on his face, and muttered to himself, "That reckless Yan Qingli."

After being put down, Wen Ling was still shaken. After her knees made intimate contact with the ground, her face had almost made intimate contact with the iron gate as well.

…

Yan Qingli went inside.

Both counselors stopped their lecturing, thinking she had something to do, and asked Wen and He to each write a 5,000-word self-criticism and submit it within 48 hours. After they finished, they let them leave.

Wen He felt he had accepted the punishment and just wanted to get out as soon as possible to find out what was going on with Wen Ling.

Yan Qingli clenched her fist as she looked at the bruises on his face and the few drops of blood that trickled down his earlobe. She felt indignant for him: "It's not Wen He's fault, so why should he have to write it too?"

Jia Xinquan said, "Why shouldn't he write it? He started it first."

Yan Qingli didn't even glance at him, but stared at the two counselors, demanding an answer from them.

She is both the daughter of a school board member and the heiress of a wealthy family in G City, holding a very high status. Neither of the two counselors dared to go against her, yet they did not want to lose their authority in front of the students.

"To be fair, since both of them were involved in the physical altercation, they both have to write a self-criticism."

She didn't say one more thing: given the extent of the physical altercation today, both of them should be punished and publicly criticized on the school bulletin board.

Yan Qingli walked in front of Wen He, staring at him: "Why did you attack me and refuse my invitation? Was it all to get punished?"

A hint of impatience flashed in Wen He's eyes: "It's none of your business."

Yan Qingli choked on her words and went to ask the counselor, "What were they fighting about?"

The counselor patiently advised, "The reason doesn't matter. Fighting is wrong, no matter what the reason is. Why can't we talk about it calmly?"

Yan Qingli was about to say something.

Wen He interrupted her expressionlessly: "I understand, Teacher Xu. I'll submit the self-criticism tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned and left.

As she opened the door, she met her sister's eager eyes. Wen Ling blinked and smiled shyly.

Wen He: "..."

The person next to her also had an undeniable presence.

When did these two meet?

Wen He's mind was in turmoil. He subconsciously grabbed Wen Ling's hand and walked away quickly, saying as they went, "Why are you hanging out with him? Stay away from that strong guy. You'll catch his fake-acting habit, you hear me!"

Wen Ling didn't hear it, but turned around to look for the girl's figure. She was a little curious about the relationship between Wen He and this girl.

Yan Qingli rushed out of the office, only catching a glimpse of a corner of his clothes. She crossed her arms, her cheeks puffed out in anger, as if she had just noticed the person standing at the door. She glared at him and said, "What are you doing here?"

Shang Chen thought for a moment, then said, "They came to see Wen He make a fool of himself."

"you--"

Yan Qingli pointed at him, still not daring to say anything too outrageous, only baring her teeth at him: "You stingy little devil, when I go to your house for dinner this weekend, I'll tell your parents that you like men, and ask them to quickly find you a marriage partner so they can get rid of this menace as soon as possible!"

Shang Chen sneered, staring at her with a half-smile: "You can try."

Yan Qingli snorted and walked away with her head held high.

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