Yu Yang and Yu Jin were on their way to school together. This morning, something unexpected happened to them at the train station.

When Yu Jin was getting on the bus, she tripped on the steps and accidentally stepped on someone's foot. She quickly apologized, but the person, without saying a word, forcefully elbowed her and nearly knocked her to the ground.

Yu Yang quickly helped her up, looking at Yu Jin's expression of disbelief, he shook his head and motioned for Yu Jin to hold back.

The one pushing her was a middle-aged woman, and upon seeing her arrogant appearance, Yu Jin became even more displeased.

This old witch is too wicked!

Once on the car, Yu Jinyang raised his head, leaned in close to Yuyang's ear, and asked unhappily, "Why do you seem indifferent? That old hag was too ruthless. You should have helped me push her back!"

Yuyang stood behind Yujin, with his chin resting on her head. He reached out and pinched her face, saying, "Just you wait, only I have the right to bully you. I'll avenge you in a little while."

"Mmm!" Yu Jin nodded firmly, his jaw aching from the pressure, "With siblings united, nothing can break their bond."

When the train was about to reach the station, the woman who was pushing Yujin was standing in front of the door. Yuyang quickly dodged behind her and made a subtle move.

When getting off the car, he grinned at Yu Jin and gestured with his finger, saying "OK".

The car door opened and the two of them followed the crowd and got off.

Suddenly, a discordant scream swept through the entire train station.

"Ah ah ah! My hair, my hair!" The woman screamed in pain, gritting her teeth and tightly gripping her scalp with her fingers.

Yu Jin was startled for a moment, then turned around and saw Yu Yang's clothes zipper entangled in the woman's hair.

As Yu Yang moved forward, her hair was pulled even tighter. Helplessly, Yu Yang seemed completely oblivious, and that woman, like this, had her chin forcefully pulled, causing her to cry in pain.

"Hey, don't move! Your hair..."

Yuyang took off his earphones and belatedly turned his head: "Oh, sorry."

After speaking, he skillfully untied the knot and, without waiting for the woman to say a word, the two of them turned and walked away, leaving her in a state of comical disarray.

Yu Jinchao and Yu Yang both raised their thumbs up, and Yu Jinchao exclaimed, "Bro, you're amazing! You're even more wicked than her!"

......

The school organized a tomb-sweeping activity.

The entire grade lined up in a grand procession, starting from the school gate and walking along the sidewalk towards the Hero's Tomb.

Even though he was already a university student, this scene seemed more like an excursion for elementary school students.

"Ah, my people..." Guan Zhenghuai stretched out his arms and sighed deeply as he looked up at the sky.

"Just drop it already," Cheng Yuanli glanced at him.

"Hey, you know what? There are at least a thousand students in our first year. If each person gets a gun, we can easily take over the Vatican," Guan Zhenghuai said, hugging the small shoulders with glee. "Then I'll become the Pope."

Cheng Yuanli chuckled disdainfully, not bothering to argue with him, and unscrewed the bottle cap to take a sip of water.

"Everyone, the traffic light ahead is green, let's start running!" The class leader waved his hand.

Cheng Yuanli was drinking water when he was bumped from behind, almost having his lungs knocked out.

Twisting the lid shut, just about to catch up with the team and start running, unexpectedly, one foot stepped on an empty bottle, causing the whole person to tilt forward.

Oh no!

Cheng Yuanli watched as the ground got closer and closer, instinctively covering his face.

A dull thud echoed through the air.

Cheng Yuanli lay on the ground for a few seconds, then slowly sat up. He lifted his head and saw that many classmates had already gathered around him, their concerned gaze fixed upon him.

They were all talking at once—

"Are you okay?"

"You're covered in bruises and bleeding, but you act like nothing's wrong."

"Do you want to rest on the accompanying ambulance?"

"……"

Cheng Yuanli shook his head, propped his palm against the ground, and tried to stand up.

I had just straightened up when a sour and swollen pain shot up from my ankle. My whole body wobbled, and I fell back to the ground once again.

The homeroom teacher hurried over from ahead and, upon seeing the injured student, quickly dialed the leader's phone number, asking the accompanying ambulance to stop nearby.

Upon hearing the words "ambulance", Cheng Yuanli's face turned as red as a cooked shrimp.

He raised his head and looked around, but when he caught sight of Yu Yang, he suddenly lowered his head.

Heaven, why does he still bother with sweeping graves? He might as well just die here and let himself be buried...