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Wen Zhi is a man who never shortchanges himself. Since he wants Liang An, he will definitely find a way to get her. Whether Liang An is willing or not is probably not within his consideration.
But how do we get Liang An?
"Boss, what are you thinking about?" Little Yellow Hair asked curiously, watching Wen Zhi blush and frown.
"How do you win over someone you like?"
"Holy crap, boss, who do you like? Is it that slim-waisted, curvy Hanhan, or that innocent, naive Liu Liu?" The blond-haired guy looked at his companion and then grinned lewdly.
"Get serious," Wen Zhi said, frowning.
"What's so serious? Hehe, love is far too frivolous!" another boy who looked like a strategist boasted, "A good woman is afraid of a persistent suitor, so get her hooked first."
"Oh, oh, oh, a good woman is afraid of a persistent suitor. Do you think you're living in ancient times?" the blond-haired guy said slyly.
"Get lost." The strategist Xu Sheng pushed away the blond-haired guy. "Boss, who have you got your eye on? Tell us and we'll give you some ideas."
"Get out, get out! None of you have a brain. Let me have some peace and quiet," Wen Zhi said impatiently.
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Ever since he ran into Wen Zhi in the restroom, Liang An has been on high alert. He bought boxing gloves and carried a sandbag to his home, where he would practice whenever he felt agitated.
He put on his boxing gloves and slammed them heavily onto the sandbag, making a dull "thump" sound. The power exploded through his arm. It wasn't pain, but a real "hit" feedback that shook all his frustrations away.
The more I fought, the more engrossed I became. My mind went blank, and I just followed the rhythm of my breathing and punches. There was no anxiety, no internal conflict, only pure focus and a sense of control.
Sweat dripped down his jawline and onto the floor, his sports vest clinging to his pale skin, outlining its alluring, toned lines. Liang An casually wiped away the sweat, his temples damp with moisture, which clung to his flushed cheeks. His originally fair skin glowed with a vibrant pink, as if wrapped in a thin layer of light, exuding a wild allure.
After exercising, the vibrant energy relieved Liang An's inexplicable anxiety.
The next day, Liang An arrived at school early as usual. As soon as he opened the door, he felt the classroom suddenly fall silent. The whispers that had been going on seemed to have been paused, and dozens of eyes turned to him with curiosity and inquiry.
Liang An walked into the classroom with a puzzled look in his eyes. When he looked up, he saw an exquisite pink banner that occupied the entire blackboard at the back of the classroom. The silk cloth was carefully stretched out, and red roses were transformed into paintbrushes, pieced together one by one. Every stroke was flamboyant, and finally depicted two large characters - "Liang An".
In an eerie silence, Liang An walked to his desk, where a beautifully wrapped heart-shaped gift box lay quietly.
Liang An opened the gift box, inside was a limited edition Ladora doll that was very popular recently.
It was Wen Zhi. Liang An sighed deeply, feeling as if the other shoe had finally dropped.
That idiot Wen Zhi, I wonder who messed up his brain again in this life.
Liang An picked up the gift box, walked to the back of the classroom, removed the pink banner, and threw it into the trash can along with the gift box. Then he calmly returned to his seat and began his morning reading.
Wen Zhixing rushed to the school and saw his hard work from the night before being ruthlessly thrown into the trash can outside the classroom window, just like his sincerity being trampled on in public.
He stared intently at the unmoved Liang An. His secret confession had failed, and questioning Liang An now would only be pointless and make him look like a clown in everyone's eyes. He could only return to Class 9 in a sullen mood.
I finally managed to hold out until get out of class ended, and then I caught Liang An alone.
With his tall stature, Wen Zhi cornered Liang An in the alley behind the teaching building, trapping him between himself and the wall. He stammered, "You saw the banner and gift I sent, right? I'm Wen Zhi from Class 9, and I like you! Well, if you don't say anything, that means you accept. So, you're mine now."
Liang An was so angry at Wen Zhi's idiotic remarks that he laughed. Too lazy to argue with this moron, he threw a punch that made Wen Zhi bend over, and pushed him away to go back to the classroom.
After finally finishing a day of classes, Liang An followed the flow of people toward the school gate.
As we approached the school gate, the flow of people slowed down, and everyone crowded together in a circle.
"Hey, Liang An's here!" Someone shouted, and Liang An saw the people in front of him part and move to both sides, leaving him standing alone in the center, like a star surrounded by the moon, with a constant stream of curious or disdainful glances coming from all around.
Directly in front of him was a pile of bright red roses, arranged in three layers. A huge card stood to the side, spelling out "Liang An" in hearts, and signed "Wen Zhi".
It was extremely impactful, and the surrounding discussions were endless.
This time, the whole school knew that Wen Zhi was pursuing Liang An.
The students gathered in small groups to gossip, and discussions about them were pinned to the top of the school forum, with comments constantly being refreshed. Every now and then, someone would create a new group under an alias to reveal the inside story.
As the posts piled up, Wen Zhi and Liang An became known by word of mouth as the first homosexual couple in the history of Haicheng No. 1 High School. They broke physical constraints, challenged moral boundaries, and shattered the purity of the campus.
Rumors spread like wildfire, reaching every class and every corner of the campus. Liang An's name became a frequently used word on campus, inextricably linked with Wen Zhi.
Walking on campus, you can always hear whispers and see many pointing fingers and hesitant expressions.
As the rumors continued to spread, the class teacher formally spoke with Liang An, telling him to respect himself and not to affect the studies of other students.
Liang An silently endured Wen Zhi's willfulness and the various harms that followed. Rumors are the hardest to refute, and it's even difficult to find the originator.
Wen Zhi continued to pester Liang An, and every day when Liang An opened the classroom door, he would see different but equally eye-catching gifts on his desk.
Wen Zhi's high profile kept the rumors going, and he even barged into the broadcasting room once, shouting into the loudspeaker, "Liang An, you are mine."
This outrageous behavior finally caught the attention of the parents' committee, and parents called to complain and demand that it be dealt with seriously.
The students' discussions had disrupted the normal teaching order, and the school leaders could no longer sit idly by; the principal personally stepped in to resolve the issue.
The harm Wen Zhi inflicted on Liang An this time was different from that in the first life.
Their entanglement in their first life stemmed from school violence. Liang An fought his way out of the encirclement with his own fists and kicks, nipping the school violence in the bud.
Under the shadow of the fist, Wen Zhi dared not openly express his affection. Before anything could even begin, they both fell to their deaths.
Therefore, the damage caused by Liang An and Wen Zhi's entanglement in the first life was limited, and at least psychologically, it did not leave an indelible mark on Liang An.
In this life, however, Wen Zhi had ample time to discover his longing and possessiveness towards Liang An. He openly expressed his affection, stirred up rumors, and his actions turned Liang An into the protagonist of a campus sex scandal, and a homosexual one at that.
At Haicheng No. 1 High School, homosexuality is considered a novelty, a taboo, a shameful act by teachers and classmates, and a serious incident that requires the principal's intervention.
If in his first life, Liang An was a victim of school violence and was someone who was protected, then in this life, as the protagonist of a homosexual scandal on campus, Liang An is the target of public condemnation and a vile destroyer of moral bottom lines.
They don't bother to investigate whether Liang An acted willingly; they simply believe the rumors they hear. Rumors, however, are a combination of one-tenth fact and nine-tenths conjecture, long since deviating from the truth and becoming unrecognizable.
The students discussed and fantasized, then exchanged lewd smiles, as if they had unveiled the mysterious veil of sex, something both morbid and ugly.
Liang An was like a beautifully displayed item, unknowingly labeled with various tags. Malice swept over him like a giant net, creating a suffocating feeling of having nowhere to escape.
People are always fascinated and fanatical about stories of gods and goddesses falling from grace, easily drawing out the darker side of human nature. At the same time, people are both fearful and tolerant of the powerful and wealthy, and in this feast of rumors, the frivolous and audacious Wen Zhi is always hidden from view.
Liang An thought his rebirth was a blessing, a continuation of his parents' will, and that he had climbed out of the abyss. But he never expected to fall into the abyss again. However, he was a child who grew up in his parents' love and was not so easily defeated. Even though such malice was enough to overwhelm him when he was young, he never thought of ending his life.
The principal ultimately decided to invite both sets of parents to a meeting to resolve the issue. Not wanting to trouble his aunt, Liang An refused to contact his parents, facing Wen Zhi's parents' contempt and accusations alone. He remained silent, unmoved by their earnest advice or angry rebukes.
Ultimately, amidst the seemingly helpless sighs of these authoritative adults, Liang An chose to suspend his studies and return home.
Liang An considered defending himself, but he keenly sensed that they had already condemned him, and any further arguments would only backfire. Liang An sadly realized that he was now powerless to resist, and that all of this was Wen Zhi's doing.
After dropping out of school, Liang An spent a week quietly at home, cleaning the house spotless every day, polishing his parents' portraits until they shone, and then staring at them blankly for an afternoon.
During this time, Wen Zhi harassed him again, starting with tentative calls and later frantically banging on the door and smashing the windows. Liang An desperately wanted to block out all the harassment, lest he lose his temper and stab that idiot Wen Zhi to death.
However, Wen Zhi's behavior had already affected the neighbors, so Liang An had no choice but to pack his bags and go to his aunt's house to avoid trouble. He carried his luggage downstairs, suppressing his anger and disgust, and warned Wen Zhi to stop harassing him.
"Where are you going?" Wen Zhi asked obsessively.
"It's none of your business." Liang An really didn't want to face Wen Zhi, let alone say a word. If he had a cannon, he would definitely blast Wen Zhi into dust without saying a word.
However, Liang An underestimated Wen Zhi's obsession. After failing to get a response from Liang An, Wen Zhi took out a sleeping pill from his pocket, covered Liang An's mouth and nose, picked up the unconscious Liang An, carefully placed him in the back seat of the car, started the car, and drove away with Liang An.
Liang An woke up with a painful feeling of suffocation. He didn't know if it was because of an allergic reaction to the drug, but he felt his throat swelling rapidly and getting worse.
He instinctively opened his mouth wide, but couldn't breathe in any air. It felt like an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat, his brain was burning hot, his temples were throbbing, black spots began to appear in his vision, and a buzzing sound in his ears was like a death knell.
Gradually, his consciousness began to blur, and he ended his second life in silence and in a sorry state.
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