Cheng Yuanli looked up and said seriously, "Residual oxygen? Ha, I still have residual helium, residual neon, residual argon, krypton, and xenon... I don't know this person, excuse me."

"Don't know each other?"

He even dreamt of him last night.

Cheng Yuanli doesn't even blink his eyes when telling lies.

With a loud laugh, Yu Yang took a step forward and approached him. "Don't be nervous," he said with a smile that concealed a hidden blade. "You haven't asked me why I came to look for you."

"...Cheng Yuanli knitted his brow and warned, 'Stay away from me.'"

Yu Yang raised an eyebrow and gently lifted Cheng Yuanli's chin, leaning in close to his ear. He sighed softly and said, "Behave, this has nothing to do with me wanting to pursue you."

Cheng Yuanli's veins bulged, as he punched away the hand trying to hold him back, while the other fist clenched tightly and swung forward.

Yuyang dodged backwards.

He stretched out his long legs and kicked straight towards Cheng Yuanli's nose.

......

Cheng Yuanli covered his nose and squatted beside the tree stump.

Nosebleed gushed down heavily.

The palm was covered in mottled bloodstains, and blood was still dripping from between the fingers, staining the ground with drops.

He hung his head, with a gloomy expression, repeating to himself over and over again: Endure... don't get angry... don't retaliate... A real man can bend and stretch... A real man can bend and stretch... A man can bend and stretch... Bend and stretch...

Yuyang handed over a sheet of tissue paper, and he took it, saying "thank you" in a low voice.

In terms of fighting, he is really no match for the man in front of him.

There is definitely a sense of discontent, but having already lost, one must maintain a better attitude and avoid unnecessary showing off.

"Speak up..." Cheng Yuanli sat on a tree stump, leaning back and looking expressionlessly at Yu Yang. "What do you want to ask."

"I'm a new transfer student and don't know the school. The teacher asked you to show me around," Yu Yang raised the corner of his lips, his smile revealing a hint of mischievousness.

Cheng Yuanli looked at his careless appearance and impatiently rolled his eyes. He stood up and shook his stiff legs before saying, "Let's go, let's go."

……

The rain was drizzling down as the two of them braved the rain and continued forward.

"Hey."

"Hmm?"

"The rain is getting heavy. Let's go back to the classroom first."

Yuyang nodded and walked towards the direction of the classroom.

The clock displayed one o'clock. The classroom was empty and quiet. Yu Yang stretched out his arm and turned on the fan. He faced the cold wind blowing through his hair.

He shook his wet head and took off his T-shirt, revealing a strong muscular body.

Cheng Yuanli looked dumbfounded and couldn't help but say, "Impressive..."

Firmer than the muscles he had ever dreamt of.

"Hmph..." Yuyang glanced at him indifferently and turned his head to continue blowing the wind. "Hey, toss the book in your hand over here."

"Why?" Cheng Yuanli turned over his math book and glanced up at him impatiently. "What's with the act of being a good student?"

"Throw it over."

"......"

A fluttering sound of pages turning in the air, Ye Yang steadily caught the math book flying towards him.

Without any warning, he "snapped" and ripped out a few pages from the book.

He quickly folded a few pages of the book and held them up to his nose, forcefully blowing his nose onto the paper.

Ah... My nose cleared up." Yu Yang tilted his head back and took a few deep breaths, feeling refreshed.

Cheng Yuanli was so astonished that his eyes went wide.

"I... f***..."

After saying that, he picked up things within his reach and started throwing them at Yu Yang without considering their weight. English books, water bottle, pen case, backpack...

A white sanitary pad flew onto Yu Yang's face. Yu Yang picked up the sanitary pad, looked at the brand, and then glanced at Cheng Yuanli.

Twenty minutes later.

Cheng Yuanli's head was firmly pressed onto the table.

Yuyang's hand pressed harder and harder, as if he wanted to crush his skull.

"Don't throw girls' bags randomly."

"Don't bully girls."

His tone was vague and indistinct.

"Remember this."