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

After the morning class, almost everyone in the classroom had left, leaving only a few people from Lin Qinghuan's dormitory.

"Which cafeteria are we going to eat?" Yan Xia asked.

"Huanhuan, let's go. Why are you still standing there?" Wen Yijing saw Lin Qinghuan still sitting stupidly in her seat, with no intention of getting up.

Lin Qinghuan was struggling over whether or not to go to her counselor to discuss taking a leave of absence.

She appeared calm on the surface, but in fact she was under a lot of pressure. No one knew it, and she was good at pretending that nothing had happened.

But if she dropped out of school, would she really let it go as Jiang Yu and the other two bastards who kidnapped her and almost raped her?

But what can she do when even the J party can't find any evidence? She can't swallow this breath. Why can the bastard who should be in prison still be at large?

"Huanhuan?"

"Huanhuan?"

Wen Yijing called her several times but there was no response. She had no choice but to wave her hands up and down in front of her eyes.

"Yeah." Lin Qinghuan reacted and stared at Wen Yijing with a puzzled look on his face.

Yan Xia also patted her on the shoulder, "Huan'er, what are you thinking about? You are so obsessed."

"No," she stood up and followed the three of them out of the classroom.

Just after leaving the classroom, Luo Zhouran stood at the door again, knocking on Yan Xia's door, lowering his head and politely calling, "Senior sister!"

The other three people smiled politely and turned to look at Lin Qinghuan.

Almost instantly, Lin Qinghuan frowned. She hated being forced. The guilt she had felt towards Luo Zhouran before was almost gone after what he had done yesterday.

Lin Qinghuan didn't intend to pay attention to him. She walked past the three of them who were standing still and wanted to leave. Luo Zhouran grabbed Lin Qinghuan's slender arm and used some strength to pull her back a little.

"Zhou Ran?" Jian Yan called cautiously, signaling him to let go and not make things so awkward.

The usually well-behaved and polite boy was now somewhat aggressive. He just stared at Lin Qinghuan and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He had been coming here to watch her since the beginning of their fourth class, and saw her staring blankly inside.

Lin Qinghuan shook off his hand and said to the other three people, "Let's go."

The young man behind him said sarcastically, "Yeah, how can I possibly be better than..."

Lin Qinghuan froze in her tracks, turned around and shouted in panic, "Zhou Ran?"

The young man's brows relaxed, and his originally gloomy face took on a hint of playfulness as he smiled wickedly.

The meaning of the following words was too obvious. The three people in the dormitory stared at Lin Qinghuan, and there was a third person standing between Luo Zhouran and Lin Qinghuan.

Maybe Lin Qinghuan cheated on Luo Zhouran.

Jian Yan frowned, Wen Yijing also frowned, and Yan Xia also frowned when she looked at Jian Yan.

Jian Yan glanced at the two of them and felt extremely uncomfortable. What she cherished and liked was not worth mentioning at all in Lin Qinghuan's eyes.

Although she had agreed to let go of Luo Zhouran, she felt that her self-esteem had been severely damaged. She was not as pretty as Lin Qinghuan, not as good-looking as her, not as good at studying as her, not as rich as her, not as good at making money as her, and not as good at painting as her.

Yan Xia noticed that something was wrong with Jian Yan, so she took her hand and said, "Yan Yan and I will leave first."

When Wen Yijing saw Jian Yan's expression, she knew that she must be having a stubborn moment again. She signaled Lin Qinghuan with her eyes, and Lin Qinghuan understood instantly.

"Huanhuan, Xia Xia and I are leaving first."

Lin Qinghuan nodded. Apart from one or two students passing by occasionally, there were only the two of them in the entire corridor.

Lin Qinghuan now had a deep understanding of the term "dog skin plaster". She didn't look kindly at Luo Zhouran, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Did you make Senior Sister Jian Yan ignore me?" He did not answer Lin Qinghuan's question, but questioned her.

"You blocked all my contact information and forbade me to ask Senior Sister Jian Yan about you. I can't find you, so what else can I do except wait for you in the dormitory and teaching building? Lin Qinghuan, you are forcing me." Luo Zhouran also sounded aggrieved.

She really...really did something wrong.

Lin Qinghuan sighed and said, "I won't like you!"

The person on the other end was stunned for a moment and forced a laugh. It was not the first time he had heard such remarks, but no matter how many times he heard it, he still felt uncomfortable.

I won't like you.

"I'm really no match for my seniors?" Luo Zhouran smiled bitterly.

"Zhou Ran, this has nothing to do with He Yanlang?"

"It doesn't matter?" He thought that he had pretty good conditions. His appearance and family background were both top-notch among the crowd. However, He Yanlang was too superior, so superior that he seemed too ordinary. "If there was no senior, would you dislike me?"

Lin Qinghuan was stunned. It was not like she had not thought about this question before. "Sorry, I don't have an answer for this question."

once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.

If you meet someone too amazing at the beginning, everyone else who comes after you will be eclipsed. But He Yanlang is such an amazing person.

Luo Zhouran sneered, and bent his head slightly to stare at Lin Qinghuan. He looked very sincere in his playful manner, unlike that person who was so frivolous. "So, you don't really like me anymore, senior?"

If there were no senior, Lin Qinghuan might have chosen him.

Most people like He Yanlang, simply because they like the halo around him, he is rich enough, has a charming enough appearance, and has a perfect enough body.

The psychology of admiring the strong, or the pursuit of beauty.

"Well, maybe?" Lin Qinghuan said with his head down.

"Really?" The person behind him let out a low and seductive voice.

Lin Qinghuan turned around and found that He Yanlang was already standing behind him.

In just two or three hours, he had changed his clothes, a blue shirt and apricot trousers, with his hands in his pockets and a lazy and tired look.

She was sandwiched between two tall men, feeling extremely awkward and embarrassed.

Both men looked at her, waiting for her further response.

She was annoyed by everyone she saw anyway, "Yeah, I can't say I liked him anyway."

"Heh..." He Yanlang immediately uttered a single syllable with a sarcastic smile, which made Lin Qinghuan feel his scalp tingling for no reason.

"Come here." He Yanlang didn't care what she said.

Luo Zhouran reached out and grabbed Lin Qinghuan's arm, "Lin Qinghuan?" That was too obvious, stopping her from running towards He Yanlang.

Seeing that Lin Qinghuan didn't move, the person opposite him narrowed his eyes dangerously and uttered a single syllable again, "Hmm?"

Lin Qinghuan didn't respond. He Yanlang lowered his head and laughed at himself. What was she hesitating about between him and the boy opposite?

It seems that he left a very good impression on Lin Qinghuan.

Restless, not having made a firm choice.

He Yanlang took out the cigarette box from his pocket again, took out a cigarette, bit one with his teeth and pulled it out, picked up the lighter with one hand, lowered his head slightly, and covered the flame in the lighter with the other hand.

With a "click", the cigarette was lit.

He took a puff, but his eyes did not fall on Lin Qinghuan, but on the lighter in his hand. He played with the lighter and said, "My patience is only three seconds."