He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 271 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 21)

In 1998, I was in Class 1 of Grade 11.

The teacher went overtime again; the bell rang for a long time, and the Mediterranean boy's spittle still hadn't stopped.

Wen Yan took a tissue and wiped away any saliva droplets on the table. It took her quite a while to finish wiping them off.

When she looked up, Zhou Yan was already standing at the front door. After making eye contact with Wen Yan, he took a few steps back and stood to the side.

From Wen Yan's perspective, there was only an empty corridor.

As soon as the teacher dismissed the class, Wen Yan went limp and slumped onto her desk.

She heard her classmates packing their bags around her, and silently counted down in her mind, three, two, one. Her steady footsteps stopped, and she felt a light tap on the top of her head.

She looked up slightly, and the book she had used to cushion her face was picked up, tidied up, and put into her schoolbag. The young man asked in a low, gentle voice, "What homework do you have?"

"Physics exam paper."

Zhou Yan found the packaged items and asked, "Anything else?"

"English words."

Zhou Yan found and put them away in the same way, then lowered his eyes to signal her to continue.

Wen Yan was on the verge of tears. She angrily recounted several test papers until her schoolbag was almost full, then she stood up and tugged at Zhou Yan's sleeve.

Zhou Yan skillfully carried his backpack and water bottle.

I was about to leave the school when someone came up to me, trying to get my attention.

"Are you Zhou Yan?" the girl asked softly.

Wen Yan's lips twitched. That voice was too familiar. It had been chattering around her all day, and she couldn't stand it anymore even after school was over.

"Tan Yiyi, what do you want to do?"

"Wen Yan, I didn't mean anything by it, I just... just wanted to remind you to be careful of... bad things happening at school." He hesitated, his gaze pausing as he swept over Zhou Yan's cold, handsome face.

Wen Yan rolled her eyes: "You heard it on your first day here, but I've been hearing it for years."

Tan Yi frowned, hesitated for a long time, and said, "It's wrong to fall in love too early."

"Which eye of yours..."

"Ah."

Two voices came out at the same time, which surprised Wen Yan. She turned her head and glanced at Zhou Yan.

This shout has extremely high attack power.

Tan Yiyi's face turned pale instantly, and tears welled up in her eyes: "I was just trying to be helpful, why do you look down on me?"

"Shut up."

"Do you think that your purpose was to tell the person involved 'puppy love is wrong' when you were on the playground after school, when everyone was coming and going?"

"Don't try to deny it. I see several like you every day." Zhou Yan stared directly into Tan Yiyi's eyes, his dark pupils seemingly frozen in ice, cold and sinister.

It was as if Tan Yiyi's mask had been torn off in public.

Her face turned even paler, and her calves were trembling. She felt that Zhou Yan was a very vicious person.

Seeing that more and more people were stopping to watch, she seemed to regain her confidence:

"It's clearly a case of you two dating too early. As a friend, I was just trying to kindly remind you, but you suspect me of framing you..."

"You're really something, right? And who's your friend? You stole my grandma, took over my parents' room, and now you've managed to get my grandma to buy you a house in Tancheng. Tan Yiyi, you're really something."

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

"I don't want the favored milk. You can have it if you want, but let me tell you something."

Wen Yan suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Although you're good at framing the old lady, my dad will take the lion's share of the new house. If you disgust me again, pack your bags and get out."

Tan Yiyi trembled. She couldn't understand why Wen Yan, at such a young age, could say such vile things. How could someone's heart be so dirty?

Zhou Yan glanced coldly at the people around him who were listening intently to the gossip.

The students stopped listening and turned to run away quickly.

Everyone knows that Zhou Yan from Class 1 of Senior Three is a mad dog, someone who would even harm his own father.

Tan Yiyi lowered her head and glanced at Zhou Yan's hand holding the pink schoolbag, her expression complicated.

She spoke softly, "Wen Yan, I really envy you. You can accept other people's kindness to you without any guilt."

Wen Yan was speechless: "...Then you should move out of my house."

"That's Grandma Wen's house."

"My dad bought the house..."

“You have no idea, you have no idea how much I’ve been suffering inside.” Tan Yiyi suddenly couldn’t take it anymore, tears streaming down her face: “I don’t want to accept Grandma Wen’s financial aid.”

Why can't you try to see things from my perspective?

Just as Wen Yan was about to say something, a voice suddenly broke in.

"Tch, suffering? You've gotten the benefits and you're still acting innocent, trying to have your cake and eat it too."

That's a pretty arrogant voice.

Wen Yan turned around to look, but Zhou Yan did not react.

Beneath his flowing red hair was a handsome, unruly face, exuding arrogance.

He raised his chin, walked over to Wen Yan and stood next to her, forming an opposing stance with Tan Yiyi.

Wen Yan was suspicious and was about to ask him who he was when Tan Yiyi told her first.

"Li Sihan, how could you look at me like that? Do you even know..."

Tan Yiyi choked up.

She can be humble and subservient in front of anyone, and she can endure anyone's insults.

Besides him, there's Li Sihan.

Wen Yan's eyes suddenly widened.

Etc., etc!

Li Sihan?

Male lead?

She was about to faint. What happened between the male and female leads? Did they start playing that melodramatic, tragic love story?

Wait a minute, weren't they supposed to be following a sweet romance novel script?

233 appeared, the CPU overheated: "This...this, I don't know either."

However, Wen Yan didn't have to guess for long.

After Tan Yiyi left in tears, Li Sihan followed the two of them around like a shadow.

Wen Yan stopped and looked at him, her meaning clear: what was he going to do?

Li Sihan flicked his hair, stood in front of the two of them, raised his chin slightly, looked at Zhou Yan, and said, "You tutor me."

Wen Yan blinked, taken aback.

No, isn't this Tan Yiyi's storyline?

"I refuse," Zhou Yan said coldly.

"I'll give you money, lots of money!" Li Sihan raised his voice.

Wen Yan observed that the two were both arrogant, the only difference being that Li Sihan was arrogant on the surface, while Zhou Yan was inwardly disdainful.

But it seems the two are about to get into a fight.

Why bother with extra tutoring?

"Wait, wait!" Wen Yan quickly stepped between the two, telling them to calm down first. "Why did you ask Zhou Yan for tutoring?"

Zhou Yan looked at Wen Yan's hand supporting his chest, his eyes darkened, and when he heard her ask Li Sihan, his eyes looked terrible.

Because he saw Li Sihan's handsome face and then glanced at the red-haired man.

Neglecting one's proper duties.

Holding Wen Yan's hand, we walked forward, and she took a moment to teach him: "We don't associate with bad students."

It was at a normal volume; I never intended to hide it from anyone.

Wen Yan was speechless, while Li Sihan's face was the same color as his hair, and he was so angry.

He quickly took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand to stop the two.

Pointing at Wen Yan, he said, "If he won't make it up, you make it up for me!"

Wen Yan was a beat behind, pointed to herself, and said absentmindedly, "Me?"

At this moment, Zhou Yan's eyes were truly tempered with the icy cold of ten thousand years.

really.

He shielded Wen Yan behind him, saying, "She doesn't associate with thugs."

Bad...disciple?

Wen Yan's eyes widened.

Li Sihan looked surprised, and his face flushed red at a visible speed. His face was already pale, so the redness was even more obvious.

Its white and reddish hue actually looks quite nice.

Wen Yan blinked, which made her look a little amused.

Zhou Yan glanced at Wen Yan, his eyes growing even colder.

A scheming man.