As Gu Qingnian returned to his spot and Huo Yuhao and the others joked among themselves, Yan Shaozhe's voice rang out again.
"Freshman Class Five, Dai Huabin's team, draw your lot."
A tall boy strode forward. Huo Yuhao's expression changed as he turned to look at him. In his memories, he had never seen this boy at the assessment draw. That meant they had changed the person drawing the lot!
When the boy returned, Huo Yuhao got a clear look at his face. It was handsome and icy, framed by long blond hair parted down the middle, with double pupils in his deep-blue eyes.
Huo Yuhao suddenly shuddered violently. Disbelief filled his eyes, and his body began trembling beyond his control!
Gu Qingnian turned to look. Huo Yuhao's face had already gone pale, undisguisable hatred spilling from his eyes as a trace of viciousness surged within him.
"Mom, I'll help you hang up the laundry!"
"My little Yuhao really is growing up. You're becoming more thoughtful every day." That warm exchange surfaced in his mind. Familiar scenes returned one after another, gradually bringing tears to Huo Yuhao's eyes...
Suddenly, harsh shouts swept into his heart like ten-thousand-year-old frost.
"Bastard! Are you blind?! Can't you see the young master is back?"
"Still blocking the way? Get the hell aside!"
"Teach him a lesson!"
"Young master, please!"
As those sickening, fawning voices rang out, an icy, contemptuous gaze suddenly forced its way into his mind.
"Beat him!"
That voice echoed, piercing Huo Yuhao's heart like a thorn. Then came wave after wave of agonizing pain.
"No! Yuhao!"
Bleak scenes surfaced one after another...
"Calm down." Gu Qingnian's voice seemed to pierce through everything, instantly jolting Huo Yuhao awake. A large hand rested on his shoulder, and warmth flowed into him.
Huo Yuhao