Don't cry, baby. I'll punish you tonight.

He Yanlang seemed to be listening to the teacher very seriously, and there were constant whispers around him.

Wen Yijing nudged Lin Qinghuan, who leaned closer to her ear and said, "I'll ask for his WeChat ID later!"

"Nervous!" she refused.

"Yan Xia said it in the group."

"She asked for it herself!"

At this time, the two girls next to He Yanlang also started to attack, approaching cautiously.

"Classmate, can I add your WeChat?"

He was cold-tempered and didn't give anyone face at all. He directly refused, "No."

After hearing that, the pretty girl stood there awkwardly, forcing a smile but trying hard to hold back her tears.

"Please change seats after class. The smell of your perfume makes me dizzy," He Yanlang seemed to have no tact at all. Even though the girl was obviously embarrassed and about to cry, he continued to attack her.

The two girls couldn't bear it any longer, they covered their mouths, stood up, and ran out through the back door crying.

Everyone around him saw what He Yanlang did.

Being cold-tempered and unkind is not a legend but a fact.

Wen Yijing immediately sent the message back to the dormitory group.

[Wen Yijing: He Yanlang made two beautiful girls cry in class. He refused to give them WeChat and even implied that their perfume was of inferior quality.]

[In short: We already know this.]

[Yan Xia: Video x1]

The video shows what just happened. Lin Qinghuan couldn't help but sigh at the speed of the spread.

[Lin Qinghuan: So, do you still dare to ask him for WeChat? Those two just now are beautiful girls from other departments.]

[Yan Xia: So...can my ancestral grave emit smoke once, so that He Yanlang will fall in love with me.]

The more challenging it is, the more you love it? People are indeed more inclined to what they can't get.

Caught off guard, Lin Qinghuan shuddered. Wen Yijing withdrew her gaze from the blackboard, looked at her suspiciously, and whispered, "Are you cold?"

No, it was the man's leg next to her rubbing against her calf, so she moved her leg as close to Wen Yijing as possible.

"Sorry, I kicked you," He Yanlang said with a smile on his face, his deep voice was particularly pleasant.

He definitely did it on purpose.

As soon as he spoke, Lin Qinghuan felt her heart skip a beat. She still didn't dare to look at him, and didn't respond or say anything.

Wen Yijing looked at Lin Qinghuan suspiciously, then stole a glance at He Yanlang, "Interesting."

After ten minutes of peace, Lin Qinghuan relaxed her guard and dropped her hand under the desk. Instantly, a warm big hand wrapped around her cold hand.

She struggled a few times but failed to get away. In panic, her eyes met He Yanlang's again.

There was a smile in his eyes and his sexy lips opened slightly. In just a few seconds, Lin Qinghuan understood.

He said, "Don't move!" and then turned his gaze to the blackboard as if nothing had happened.

"Huanhuan, are you hot?" Wen Yijing asked suspiciously again, glancing at her rosy cheeks.

"No..."

Under the desk, the more she struggled, the tighter He Yanlang held her hands. She shook her hands violently, and her hand and He Yanlang's hand hit the drawer together with a "bang". In an instant, the eyes of the entire classroom were focused on Lin Qinghuan.

She quickly apologized to the teacher in the classroom, "I'm sorry, teacher, my hand accidentally hit the desk."

The art history teacher adjusted his glasses and asked kindly, "Are you okay?"

She shook her head. In fact, it was not her hand that touched the desk, but He Yanlang's hand. She lowered her eyes and saw that his slender white hand was bruised in several places, and was red and bleeding.

He acted as if nothing had happened, but his features became dull.

He deserves it!

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

He Yanlang stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the door. Those who followed him also followed his back and gradually went away.

At this point, the lively scene in the entire art history class returned to calm with his departure.

The dormitory group, which had been silent for a long time, became noisy again. Lin Qinghuan was too lazy to read it. Wen Yijing opened the message and said to Lin Qinghuan while checking it, "Xia Xia got the WeChat of the school hunk, and she shared it in the group."

Lin Qinghuan said "Oh" lightly.

"Don't you want to take a look?" Wen Yijing looked at her.

"What are you looking at?"

"He Yanlang's WeChat? Why do I feel like you've been acting a little weird all day?"

"Ah? Really? Maybe you didn't sleep well last night?"

"He Yanlang's WeChat profile picture is quite consistent with his personality. It's all black, with nothing on it," Wen Yijing held up her phone to show Lin Qinghuan. There was no ID on it either, just a blank.

Lin Qinghuan pretended not to care and glanced at it.

"Alas... I haven't been approved as a friend yet, so I can't see his circle of friends. I wonder if he will agree to our friend request? Alas... Huanhuan, aren't you going to add me?" Wen Yijing looked at him in surprise.

"What is Calais doing? We are not from the same world as him."

"Spying on friends' circle, admiring the life of the upper class, satisfying curiosity!" Wen Yijing said as a matter of course, "I am also satisfied to be a zombie in his list."

All of them could covet him openly, except her.

"Well, just hold it."

“Fuck!” Wen Yijing suddenly became excited and grabbed Lin Qinghuan’s arm and said excitedly, “The school hunk agreed to add me!”

Soon after, the dormitory group also went crazy.

[Yan Xia: He Yanlang added me! ]

[Briefly: He also added me! ]

【Wen Yijing: I added it too! 】

Only Lin Qinghuan remained silent. After a minute of silence, she continued to post in the group.

【Lin Qinghuan: I added it too. 】

Wen Yijing glanced at her and said, "You still can't escape the law of true fragrance."

At this time, the counselor sent a message to Lin Qinghuan.

[Teacher Deng: Qinghuan, are you free tonight? Teacher Wei has a cultural and creative project in the city and needs to recruit two assistants who can draw. It is very valuable, so I recommend you.]

The city’s cultural and creative projects are very practical, which will be of great help to her in finding a job in the future. Lin Qinghuan will definitely not refuse.

【Lin Qinghuan: Teacher, I’m free! 】

[Teacher Deng: OK, I will send you Teacher Wei's phone number and the address of his studio. You will have a meeting there in the evening.]

【Lin Qinghuan: OK, thank you Teacher Deng! 】

Wen Yijing spoke again, "Xia Xia said, let's have dinner together tonight?"

"I'm afraid I can't. My counselor just recommended me to participate in a cultural and creative project held by Teacher Wei. I have to hold a meeting tonight."

"What cultural and creative project? Can I recommend you directly?"

"I don't know yet, but do you need an assistant to draw?"

"Then you are very suitable. As an amateur, your paintings can win national awards."

Lin Qinghuan has loved painting since she was a child and is very talented in it. She originally wanted to study art, but her mother was more pragmatic and told her that it would be difficult for a painter to succeed, so she just let her keep painting as a hobby.

"So you want to go back to the dorm with me?"

"I'm going to go back and put on some makeup and change my clothes before going."