Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

Ranmo was on her way to school that day. As she turned the corner, a man came towards her, looked at her, and called out in surprise, "Ranmo!"

Ran Mo looked at him, but couldn't remember who he was. He asked hesitantly, "Who are you?"

"I am Azan!" the man said with his eyes wide open.

Upon hearing the name, Ran Mo immediately remembered him. Of all his classmates from his previous life, he couldn't forget him. It was just that he had changed into ancient clothing and was noticeably thinner, so he didn't recognize him at first.

"Oh, sorry, I was a little confused just now. Oh, why haven't I seen you come to school for a while?"

Azan's expression darkened, and he lowered his head without answering. His eyes were slightly lowered, and his long lashes cast two shadows on his fair face. A hint of melancholy couldn't hide his handsome features, with their black eyebrows, red lips, and white teeth.

Ran Mo was slightly stunned. There had been rumors that Azan had foreign blood. He was indeed good-looking, and different from the average local guy.

After a while, Azan raised his head and said slowly, "I was injured a while ago. Classes just resumed today, so let's go to class."

Ranmo felt a sudden pain in his head, as if he had remembered something. Without time to think about it, he followed Azan into the school.

Azan sat in a seat near the front. Looking at his slender back, Ranmo's thoughts flew back to her unique friendship with Azan in her past life.

They had been classmates since first grade, and since their mothers knew each other, they were very familiar with each other.

When Ranmo was alone with him, he would call her "little beauty." This made Ranmo both happy and a little confused. In fact, he was more handsome and a little chatterbox.

Early in the morning, during recess, they were playing in the playground. He half-knelt on a low lime wall, calling her repeatedly in a voice like something out of a fairy tale, "My little beauty, my little beauty, what did you eat this morning?"

Ran Mo glanced at him and pretended to ignore him. He was unwilling to give in and started nagging again, "So what do you want? How about I perform a somersault for you!"

After saying this, he somersaulted gently on the long, flat wall, his hands and head touching the ground. His movements were quite agile. Ran Mo was amused and happily joined him in the fun.

Once, Ran Mo was wronged and hid under a small tree and sobbed softly. He noticed that she looked unhappy, so he came to her side and comforted her like a little brother, "Don't cry, my little beauty, don't cry, I'll give you some candy."

As he spoke, he pulled out an eraser from his pocket like a magic trick. Ran Mo burst into laughter.

When Ran Mo encountered some sad things later and cried silently in the dark night, she would also secretly cheer herself up and silently say in her heart, "Little beauty, don't cry. Little beauty, be strong."

Azan's mother was a great cook. Every morning, Azan brought his mother's fried dough sticks to school. During breakfast breaks, as soon as he opened the plastic bag, the rich aroma of the dough sticks wafted into the air.

Ran Mo was so greedy that his mouth was watering. He simply spread out his hands and asked for it without any hesitation: "Let's split it in half when we meet. We are still good friends."

Azan chuckled and generously shared the food with her. Even if Ranmo didn't ask, he would have shared some with her.

Azan was still a little cautious and said to Ranmo seriously: "I will share the oil cakes with you now. If you have good things in the future, you must share them with me."

Ranmo chewed on the sweet pancake and nodded repeatedly. His mother used a lot of oil when making pancakes. The pancakes were golden and fragrant, crispy on the outside and chewy on the inside. It was so delicious that it was beyond words.

Azan high-fived her and said, "It's settled. This is our pact to share the cake."

Originally, the happy campus life went smoothly, and the relationships among classmates were simple. But as everyone grew up, their thoughts became complicated, especially after they found out about other people's family situations, all kinds of noises appeared.

Ranmo and Azan both come from single-parent families. Perhaps because of this, they have a harmonious relationship, a sense of sympathy. However, at the same time, they are both subjected to insulting verbal attacks from bad kids.

In that small environment, the death of a relative in any family would become a reason for the enemies to gloat over the misfortune, and children from incomplete families seemed to have the original sin of deserving to be bullied.

Ranmo suffered a lot for this. Fortunately, the girl could have stayed calm and avoided any trouble. However, the poor boy, Azan, undoubtedly had to face a more aggrieved situation.

Their fates were so similar. Azan was also called a eunuch, a sycophant, and a bastard, all for something as trivial as not using the restroom. How could he, a perfectly decent boy, have been forced into such an embarrassing situation? Why would he rather be called a eunuch than wrap himself up like a medieval woman?

It's a bit unbelievable. The cause of this incident was actually a prank by a boy. Azan later secretly revealed to Ranmo that the boy was Qiutang.

Qiutang was a handsome man, with a round face, bright eyes, and a tall, sturdy build. He exuded a more mature air than his peers, without that naive air. He spoke with measured eloquence, and the bright red two-striped armband on his arm added a touch of authority. Standing in the sunlight, he radiated a brotherly aura. He was the type of man girls would find appealing.

He felt close to Ajaan, even if he didn't respond with the same warmth. He seemed to have recognized him. Perhaps it was because Ajaan had a melancholic and gentle aura.

There was a gap between the boys and girls, but the boys were having a lot of fun. Qiutang loved finding every opportunity to interact with him. She always felt like she couldn't get enough of him.

During recess, the students were jogging and playing in the corridor. Qiutang, fearing someone might snatch him away, immediately grabbed him from behind and held him tightly, barely letting go. He was like a captured deer, hunched motionless in his arms.

Azan is so skinny that his body is just bones. Doesn't he feel uncomfortable? He seems to be enjoying it without any concern. But it must be said that he does irritate Azan.

As he hugged him from behind and held on tightly, Azan wondered why his buttons were so hard and uncomfortable. Could they be a thimble? He was too embarrassed to bring it up. He let him be gentle for a moment before breaking free and running away.

In his spare time, Qiutang often invited him to go running, play on the parallel bars, hit sandbags, and go to the bathroom together—all ordinary things. Time just flowed by slowly.

Unfortunately, the problem happened to be in such a simple matter.

During breaks, the students would go to the restroom together. Unless he was feeling extremely constipated, Azan rarely frequented the restroom, preferring to pee there casually. He also didn't particularly enjoy peeing with others, as he felt a certain embarrassment.

A few times, Qiutang asked him to go to the bathroom with her. He didn't really feel like going, so he declined. Qiutang looked a little disappointed. Azan was amused. It wasn't like they were going to pan for gold.

Later, Qiutang invited him several more times. As luck would have it, he either had other things to do or didn't feel like going, so he declined. He pressed him, but he ignored him. Qiutang's face turned a little grim.

Things were so tricky. After Azan politely rejected him again, he said bitterly: "Why don't you come with me? What else can I do to you?" Then he turned around and walked away angrily.

Azan looked at his back in silence. How could he be angry about this? He thought the matter was over. He never expected that the child's mentality had changed.

Qiutang began to frequently and mysteriously message his classmates, "Azan is so weird. Why doesn't he go to the bathroom with anyone?" Perhaps he was trying to force him into submission. Azan just thought he was bored.

Unfortunately, one should never underestimate the mischievousness of young boys who have just grown up and are eager to stir up trouble. His persuasion quickly took effect. Then, someone approached him with a playful smile and tentatively invited him, "Come on, let's go to the bathroom together."

Seeing that he didn't move, she got fussy and said, "Wow, you really don't go to the bathroom with others?" Then, as if she had discovered some secret, she walked away with a smirk. For a while afterwards, someone would always come up to him with bad intentions and bring up this matter with him, as if they needed his permission to go to the bathroom.

Azan was also stupid. Just go, we're all the same, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. But he was a bit stubborn. "You say go, go? I won't go! What can you do to me?" Everyone has a temper.

Now that was it. Rebellious psychology met the prank effect. Over and over again, the situation developed beyond his expectations.

When he really wanted to go to the bathroom, a group of boys would immediately surround him and say, "Look, Azan is going to the bathroom." It looked like they were going to watch the whole process. This scared him so much that he held his urine back and didn't dare to "risk" going to the bathroom again.

Life is a whim. He truly missed his chance to "clean himself." Azan had no idea that this move would ultimately prevent him from ever using the school restroom for the rest of his life! He had created an incredible campus sensation. Everyone knew there was a boy who never went to the restroom. What a bunch of idiots!

This triggered a chain reaction. He avoided running into people he knew in public restrooms outside the school. He relieving himself like a thief. Whenever he was spotted in these places, classmates would point and stare, wondering what was happening, or even tell others.

Under his persistence and the siege of busybodies, a spectacle was artificially created. He seemed to be trapped in a suffocating and constipated circle.