"School's out!" Wenjing quickly packed her schoolbag, putting in snacks and electronic devices.

Qin Zhiluo didn't even bring a schoolbag; she swaggered out.

Li Wuyou: My idol is awesome!

Qin Zhiluo and Wen Jing were waiting for a car by the roadside. Long Yanli was away on a business trip today and couldn't pick them up.

"Oh, people are coming." Wenjing casually glanced at the group of people walking towards her.

Qin Zhilu shook her head indifferently, "I didn't cause any trouble, you have to be my witness."

Wenjing smiled. "Who do you think it is?"

Qin Zhiluo looked at the purple-haired leader, who was wearing a ripped black vest with a white tiger tattoo on his arm and ripped jeans. The metal chain jingled with his steps.

"What a waste of this white tiger," Qin Zhilu shook her head regretfully, "It's been tattooed on an idiot."

Purple Hair heard these words as soon as he got close, which instantly ignited his anger.

"It looks like a cooked purple sweet potato," Wenjing said, looking at him. "There's no filling at all, just shreds."

The thugs following behind clearly heard their conversation. Holy crap, are young girls these days really this bold?

Purple Hair, unable to bear it any longer, led his henchmen over with a blatant provocation. "You're really something, little beauties, your brothers will show you what we're made of."

As he spoke, he approached them, his henchmen leering at him. "If you beg for mercy now, I can give you a chance."

Qin Zhiluo stood quietly in place, her expression calm as still water. "Oh, that voice sounds familiar. Isn't that the one from the grove?"

Wenjing looked at him carefully for a while, then curled her lips into a disdainful smile. "Wu Xuan must be blind to have chosen such a thing."

Enraged, Zi Mao charged forward, throwing a punch that whistled through the air, aimed straight at Qin Zhiluo's face.

Qin Zhiluo dodged to the side, seized his wrist, and twisted it hard. The purple-haired man cried out in pain, letting out a pig-like scream.

Wenjing shook her head. "I feel ashamed for him."

The others were stunned for a moment when they saw this, then shouted and rushed forward.

Five minutes later, there were people lying all over the ground.

"Beep beep beep"

Wenjing blinked in disbelief. "Who the hell called the police?"

Qin Zhilu shook her head helplessly, "I want to go home and eat strawberries."

Wenjing, with a tearful expression, exclaimed, "I haven't finished watching my show yet!"

The lead officer frowned, his sharp eyes scanning the scene. He strode towards Qin Zhiluo and the others, and asked in a serious tone, "What's going on?"

Lying on the ground, Zi Mao and his companions weakly cried out, "Police officers, it was them! They suddenly attacked us, and several of us were injured."

Wenjing stared at them speechlessly. "The murder weapon is in their hands. They've turned black into white."

The purple-haired boy immediately hugged the policeman's leg, "Uncle Policeman, I need to go to the hospital! I need treatment!"

The officer stared speechlessly at the purple hair on his leg, then turned to them and said, "Come with us to the police station and tell us the details of what happened."

Wenjing reluctantly got into the car.

Qin Zhiluo was utterly speechless.

Police Station

"Miss Qin, what brings you here again?"

Qin Zhiluo looked at him; it seemed to be the young police officer from last time. "What's your name?"

"Sui Rong," he said, scratching his head shyly.

"Do you know each other?" the officer who brought them in asked.