Not Like a Good Person

"Wang Wen," the thin boy whispered, casting a nervous glance. "Let's head back. Those guys don't look like good people!"

"You think I needed you to tell me that?"

Wang Wen clutched his forehead, caught between laughter and tears.

He had barely stepped into the alley when he took a blow to the back of his head. He didn't know who had thrown it, but the force was as light as a feather; it didn't even make him dizzy, feeling more like being tapped by a girl with a soft pillow.

Looking at the large crowd surrounding him in the alley, he didn't recognize a single face.

The mastermind wasn't even showing his face?

"Hey, hey, wait, wait." Wang Wen rubbed the back of his head and reached out to block the people rushing at him from all sides. "Can you guys explain the reason first? I just finished eating; I shouldn't be doing strenuous exercise!"

"I heard you're pretty arrogant!" A man who looked like the leader stepped forward, hands on his hips.

Wang Wen caught the key point and asked curiously, "Heard it from whom?"

The leader didn't bother with more nonsense; he lifted his leg and whipped a flashy high kick toward Wang Wen's head.

"If we're going to talk, let's talk. Stop moving your hands and feet." Wang Wen caught the incoming foot and shoved it back.

The man, having sacrificed his balance for the sake of a flashy kick, was sent sprawling on his back by the push.

"Damn it! Get him!" The leader, humiliated and enraged, shouted for his companions to attack while pulling a dagger from his jacket, standing up with gritted teeth.

Seeing Wang Wen being "ganged up on," the thin boy rushed over, swinging his backpack and shouting "Help, someone save us!" toward the alley entrance while trying to shove the attackers away.

Squelch.

The leader turned his hand and plunged the knife into the boy's stomach.

Thud.

The boy collapsed to the ground, mouth agape, gasping in agony.

The leader flicked the blood off his dagger, looked coldly at the boy on the ground, and spat, "So noisy."

Wang Wen, in the middle of the scuffle, had just dodged a sluggish punch and was preparing to counterattack when he caught a glimpse of the boy in the pool of blood.

Bang!

Someone suddenly realized they had managed to land a hit on the slippery, eel-like guy.

But the guy didn't seem to feel it at all, continuing to push through the crowd toward the outside.

The people being shoved aside were annoyed, raining punches and kicks onto Wang Wen's head and face.

Soon, his face was bruised and swollen.

The leader watched him approach, flicked his dagger, and sneered, "Kid, there are some women you aren't qualified to touch, you know? Take this beating honestly today, and we'll call it even. Otherwise, I'll be waiting for you every single day."

Wang Wen acted as if he hadn't heard, bit open his shirt to tear off a slightly cleaner piece of the inner lining, and pressed it against the boy's abdominal wound.

The boy gasped, his breathing straining the wound, making every breath a struggle.

Wang Wen smiled. "Don't worry, it's a small wound. I'll take you to see a doctor."

The boy grabbed Wang Wen's arm and forced out the words, "Quick... run."

Seeing the two of them talking to each other and ignoring him, the leader flew into a rage, raised his dagger, and stabbed down at Wang Wen's back.

Hum!

A muffled sound erupted from the flat ground.

It was like a boulder falling in the mountains, a gale on the sea, a thunderstorm at the zenith, or the earth sinking into the abyss.

The leader felt a ringing in his ears, and all the sounds in the world vanished.

Then, his body felt as if it had been struck by a colossal force, and he was sent flying backward into the air.

Every hoodlum in the alley was sent flying just the same.

The group was hit as if by a massive train, slamming into the high wall at the back in a heap.

If someone were looking down from above at that moment, they would have seen a fan-shaped crack radiating across the alley floor, centered on where Wang Wen stood.

Wang Wen turned around, his nose gushing bright red blood like a broken dam, impossible to stop.

He walked toward the leader with blood streaming from his nose and asked, "Who sent you?"

The leader, dazed and dizzy from the impact against the wall, reflexively struggled backward at the sound of the voice.

Realizing his back was against the wall and there was nowhere to retreat, he gritted his teeth, stiffened his neck, and shouted, "Screw you! If you've got the guts, kill me!"

Wang Wen nodded. "Alright."

"???" The leader could hardly believe his ears.

BOOM!

It was like an earthquake, the sky collapsing and the earth sinking.

The ground where the leader stood caved in entirely, as if a transparent prehistoric beast had stomped down with all its might.

His entire body was embedded into the ground; he coughed up blood a few times, and then fell silent.

Wang Wen turned and walked back to the boy's side. Accompanied by a chorus of terrified screams erupting from behind him, he scooped the frail boy up in his arms and, blood spraying from his nose, walked step by step toward the exit of the alley.

Academy infirmary.

The doctor on duty only saw a person covered in blood and wearing an academy uniform walk in, carrying a boy whose face was as pale as gold paper.

"What's the situation?" He stood up to examine them.

"We are students from the Science Decryption Department. He's injured, save him." Wang Wen placed the boy on the hospital bed and methodically took out his student ID to register.

Upon hearing they were academy students, the doctor hurriedly called for an assistant to start the machines for emergency treatment.

"This is a knife wound! What happened to you two? Did you enter the World Tower?" The doctor asked while treating the patient.

He asked for a long time without receiving a reply.

He turned around and saw that Wang Wen, who had insisted on finishing the registration, was slumped over the desk, unconscious. The area beneath his face was covered in bright red blood, while the parts of his face not stained with blood were frighteningly pale. The red and white contrasted with each other, making the red seem redder and the white whiter.

Having finally relaxed after returning to the academy, Wang Wen slept for a long time.

When he woke up, he found himself lying in a single-patient room in the hospital.

There were three groups of people guarding the room.

He could observe this quite easily.

The person standing meticulously by the door looked slightly familiar; they resembled a member of the Intelligence Department of the First Consortium he had contact with some time ago. They were likely representing the Intelligence Department.

The person dozing off on the sofa was also familiar; they looked like one of the lackeys who often hung around the department head, so they were likely a representative sent by the academy.

Then there was the person slumped over the bed rail beside him.

Seeing her profile, Wang Wen instantly became fully awake.

Long eyelashes, delicate nostrils, supple lips, and skin that seemed to emit a halo.

Cheng Queyi!

Seeing her sleeping soundly, Wang Wen unceremoniously reached out and shook her awake.

Her sleepy eyes had barely opened, and before she could even rub them, they curved into a smile. Cheng Queyi said happily, "Senior is awake?"

She stood up and pressed the call button to summon the doctor for an examination.

Wang Wen asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you here?"

Cheng Queyi poured a glass of water, cupped it with both hands to test the temperature, and after confirming it wasn't too hot, handed it to Wang Wen and said, "It's so dangerous around Senior, I couldn't rest easy letting anyone else watch over you, so I had to come myself."

The person on the sofa jumped up and hurriedly made a call to notify the academy.

The person by the door tapped their hands together, and their light-brain lit up as they promptly reported to their team leader.

The doctor walked quickly into the ward, checked him over with various instruments, nodded, and said to the people gathered around, "The patient is temporarily out of danger. He needs to rest and recuperate for the next half month, then come back for a follow-up check."

"Thank you, doctor." Cheng Queyi smiled sweetly to express her gratitude.

The experienced doctor waved his hand to indicate it was no trouble, then endured a wave of dizziness and walked quickly out of the ward.

The person from the sofa walked to Wang Wen's side and said with concern, "Student Wang, is there anywhere else you feel uncomfortable?"

After receiving a negative reply, the person from the sofa conveyed on behalf of the academy, "Rest assured, the academy has already granted you leave. All classes are recorded, ensuring you can review and study at any time so you won't fall behind."

The person by the door walked to the bedside and standardly conveyed the Intelligence Department's message: "The team leader said there is no need to worry about any expenses. The Intelligence Department will handle everything, just rest and recover with peace of mind."

Wang Wen thanked the two of them and the two factions behind them, then struggled to prop up his body.

The few of them hurriedly reached out to support him.

Cheng Queyi spoke as if she had a telepathic connection: "Are you wondering about the condition of the boy you sent to the academy infirmary?"