She had a dazzling golden short hair, with a handsome and stylish appearance, even overshadowing the boys...

"Ah, fuck me, fuck me! Isn't this article about you? Who wrote it? Ying Tong?"

Zou Tong didn't wear contact lenses. She wished she could wear reading glasses to see through that school newspaper. Before she could finish reading the whole article, someone suddenly snatched it away from her.

Fang Wei quickly found the words "Written by Ying Tong" below the article.

She seemed like a cluster of scorching flames burning fiercely, passionate, bright, and searing, capable of piercing through your soul at a glance...

Um... um... is this... is this praising her?

Fang Wei's excitement and indescribable thrill were about to make her body explode. Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, as if it couldn't help but shatter into pieces.

"Crack!"

Without any warning, a slap came out of nowhere, causing Fang Wei's veins to bulge instantly. When she glanced over, she saw Zou Tong staring at her with a pair of furious eyes. Her face turned extremely pale as she roared in anger.

"What the fuck do you want? Why are you hitting me!"

"I've said it before, don't touch straight girls! Are you crazy?!"

"You mind your own business!"

"You're so dirty, be careful that she doesn't vomit all over you in disgust!"

Zou Tong has always been hot-tempered, especially since the incident when Fang Wei told her to leave and then called her. Although Fang Wei is reckless, she doesn't mind. However, this time it seems like she's really being stirred up by a straight girl, and she can't bear it.

Their grey world is completely different from Ying Tong's warm and serene world. Fang Wei should not be tempted by things that are warm, gentle, and beautiful.

She should prefer the filthy darkness more.

Fang Wei clenched his fist, but ultimately it didn't land on Zou Tong's face. Instead, his punch hit the wall, and the dull sound swallowed up its force.

Fang Wei sneered and walked away with the school newspaper. In the third and fourth periods this morning, Ying Tong had class. She could go and wait for her to have lunch together.

The school newspaper was a bit cumbersome to hold, so she threw it into the trash can and then picked it up again. Carefully tearing off an article, she folded it and put it into her pocket before making her way to Ying Tong's classroom.

"Do you plan on treating me to a meal every day?"

Ying Tong looked at her with a hint of confusion, smiling politely.

"You still don't know my name! I am Fang Wei, remember it."

Fang Wei pointed to himself confidently with his handsome thumb. Ying Tong couldn't help but laugh at her proud and spirited expression. She rarely saw such a confident and handsome girl.

"Okay, Fang Wei, I've made a note of it."

Ying Tong smiled. When she smiled, the corners of her eyes lifted, making her look much more beautiful than when she didn't smile.

Sure, here's the translation:

"Sure enough, they had another meal together. This time, there was no awkwardness like last time. Ying Tong was no longer reserved, and she would actively engage in conversation with Fang Wei."

They chatted about school clubs, and Ying Tong recommended good places to eat to Fang Wei. They also discussed places to visit and explore, as well as the nearby KTV options and so on.

Everything was simple and beautiful, and Fang Wei almost forgot about the passage of time.

Ying Tong, a third-year student, rarely participates in club activities besides attending classes. On weekends, he tutors others outside of school, and from Monday to Friday, he works as a librarian in the school library.

After learning about it, Fang Wei went to the library for five consecutive days. She borrowed ten books and placed them together. She finished reading all of them within five days. Moreover, she would retell each book to Ying Tong. As the library was a quiet place where talking was not allowed, she would send text messages to Ying Tong. The lengthy and thrilling messages left Ying Tong astounded. As the librarian, she needed to organize the books returned by the students. Whenever her hand trembled, she knew it must be Fang Wei again.

How could a person's reading speed be so terrifying? Moreover, Fang Weibo has an exceptional memory and often summarizes the essence of a book in less than a thousand words.

Is this person a genius?