My name is Mu Yihan. For some reason, nothing in this world seems to interest me. I've done everything, worked in every industry. But what I like most is teaching. Because I've found something that truly interests me.

I remember the first time I saw her was truly an accident. That day, I went to the restroom and heard a commotion mixed with crying coming from the women's restroom next door. Curious, I didn't leave but waited by the sink. A few minutes later, a girl dressed like a delinquent came out looking disheveled. Her clothes were damaged from the fight, and her hair was a mess. Most importantly, half her face was swollen. After she left, four or five more students came out of the women's restroom; they looked terrible, and it seemed like they had no injuries whatsoever.

I became somewhat interested in her and went to find her. Unexpectedly, she was sleeping there. A dozen minutes later, she got up and climbed over the wall. To be honest, the smooth, fluid movement looked rather cool. After getting her information from the girls who had been beaten, I inexplicably asked the principal for permission to take her class.

On our third meeting, I was surprised to find her face had healed, and I suspected she had a secret. However, our time together was unpleasant. For some reason, I kept wanting her to show me a different side of herself, so I deliberately provoked her, making her leave in anger. That noon, we met at the cafeteria entrance, and a fierce battle was about to erupt. This time, she won. And I learned the meaning of karma. For the next few days, she didn't come to class. I called her grandparents to complain, but the old man didn't say a word.

Later, quite by chance, her maternal grandfather found her a tutor, and it just so happened that he asked me for one. I agreed. But that very night, I was tricked for the first time in my life. It was the first time in my life I had been so badly tricked; I don't know how she managed to get me caught so quietly. I was once again certain that she had a secret. I decided to uncover her secret.

I approached her, only to discover that her dream was to become a top student in the eyes of the world. I patted her head, wondering if she was having a fit of teenage angst, but at the same time, I found her incredibly adorable. I wanted to help her achieve her dream. I used this as an excuse to gain access to her home, and aside from lecturing, I couldn't resist teasing her. Every time, I angrily provoked her, and this chaotic life made my life vibrant, all because of her. During this time, I devised a series of rigorous training programs for her, and to my surprise, she truly seemed to be God's favorite; she learned everything incredibly quickly.

Later, I felt myself gradually losing control, as if I had been poisoned by a drug called Liu Xingge. I wished she could be by my side all the time, and many times I almost hurt her. Afraid of losing control, I simply left and cut off all contact with her.

Later, due to an accident, I almost died and spent a year recovering from my injuries. I was originally planning to see her, but I was stopped by the threats around me.

That day, hearing her call my name filled me with immense satisfaction. But turning around, I saw her lying in a pool of blood. I held her, my heart pounding with panic and unbearable pain, yet it couldn't overcome a mere joke. Later, after saying goodbye, you left. And I, from that day forward, lived a life devoid of joy or sorrow.

"Liu Xingge, you idiot."