Bu Tiange put down his phone and said before him, "Uncle, I didn't mean to cause trouble. It was this teacher who insulted me first."

Yun Qianheng said, "I don't mean to blame you."

Bu Tiange asked, "What do you mean?"

"Just let me do this kind of thing. How can I dirty your hands?"

Yun Qianheng pulled her in front of him, speaking in a casual tone as if he was chatting with her.

"I'll leave it to you." Bu Tiange stood on tiptoe, hooked her arm around his neck, rested her chin lightly on his broad, thin shoulders, and whispered softly, "Who do you think you are? How can you be so confident as to say such a thing?"

Before Yun Qianheng could react, she loosened her arms and put on a well-behaved and harmless look.

"Today is my birthday. I want to go out and play. Uncle, you won't refuse, right?"

Yun Qianheng asked calmly, "Who said there are no weekends in the third year of high school?"

Bu Tiange's eyes turned and he continued, "Oh, who is it? I want to know too."

Yun Qianheng cruelly rejected her: "Don't even think about it. You just study at home tonight and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Bu Tiange had already expected his reaction. She grumbled in disappointment, picked up her schoolbag and walked towards the stairs.

Contrary to his usual behavior, Yun Qianheng did not follow immediately.

The image of the girl leaning on his shoulder and whispering to him replayed in his mind over and over again. The eighteen-year-old's vigor and domineering spirit invaded his nostrils, so brief that it seemed like a dream.

Who do you think you are?

After waking up from the dream, she was still close to him but he could not touch her.

"Bu Tian Ge."

He whispered her name softly, using the distant tone of someone who had just met her.

Night. Study.

After finishing the last homework, Bu Tiange put down his pen, stretched, and sank into the swivel chair.

She closed her eyes, and a lukewarm voice sounded faintly: "System, tell me where Yun Qianheng is?"

"Sorry host, you don't have this permission."

Bu Tiange raised his eyebrows, "Hmm?"

After a series of beeps, the system spinelessly admitted, "I'll take you there."

The Yun family study is against the wall at the east and west ends, and is equipped with only a removable screen window facing south.

Bu Tiange opened the screen window and looked down.

System: "According to calculations, if you jump from here, the probability of breaking your leg is 60%."

"I know."

Bu Tiange said, then...

Take a leap.

bar.

The night deepens, and the city's all-night revelry has just begun.

The roar of the motor came from far away, and it was like an alarm bell on this busy street.

Someone cursed: "Damn, who rides a motorcycle in a skirt?"

In panic, people dodged left and right, but saw a meteor rushing across the road and finally stopped at the door of a bar.

Bu Tiange jumped off the motorcycle. She reached out to brush her hair away from her face and said calmly, "It's not even one-tenth as exciting as driving a battleship."

"Host, do you know? You almost caused a panic." The system accused with tears and snot.

"Yeah?"

Bu Tiange smiled nonchalantly. After parking the car, she slowly adjusted her skirt, stood up and walked towards the bar.

This is a typical bar, with dim lights and a lively atmosphere. The guests are opening bottles of cheap liquor, and the air is filled with the intoxicating smell of alcohol.

Bu Tiange walked into the enthusiastic crowd. Her spotless white dress was like a snow lotus on a glacier, standing out in this scene of debauchery.

"What would you like to drink?" asked the bartender.

Bu Tiange lifted a lock of long hair and twisted it around her fingertips, the corners of her lips slightly raised, reserved yet with a hint of alluring charm.

"I'm looking for Miss Xiao," she said.