"You can leave now, don't make me repeat myself."
His body cannot be angered or upset, and given his current state of mind, he only wants to ignore everything.
Under the lights, Zhang Ze's face was still covered in injuries. The bandage on his high nose bridge added a touch of roguishness to his appearance. When he smiled, he revealed one canine tooth, and his gloomy demeanor seemed to carry an endless tenderness.
He withdrew his hand from the air. "Get some rest."
"Roll...".
Zhang Ze was taken aback by what he heard, then gave a dry laugh, " Xiao Feng, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help coming to see you. Don't be angry, get some rest."
After saying that, he stood up, glanced at him with a smile, walked out onto the balcony, and jumped off.
The room returned to calm.
Huo Cifeng slowly opened his eyes. If only he could lose his memory... This was clearly a completely new world, a world where, apart from the people being different, the technology and civilization were the same. So why was Zhang Ze here?
The next morning
Huo Cifeng was nowhere to be seen in class, and Zhang Ze, who was also auditing the class, was also missing.
Lu Qingyan was completely dumbfounded. Could Zhang Ze really have gone and married someone else?! That damn madman!
Adhering to the principle of not disturbing Huo Cifeng, he rushed to Zhang Ze's house after school, only to find it empty. Zhang Ze's mother told him that Zhang Ze had gone out.
This infuriated Lu Qingyan, and in the end, he still chose to visit Huo Cifeng at the Huo Family.
Half an hour later
Huo Cifeng, sitting in his wheelchair, looked at Lu Qingyan in front of him.
Lu Qingyan looked at him with eyes full of worry.
He smiled and comforted her, "It's okay, it's not the first time this has happened. You have class this afternoon, aren't you going to rest?"
Lu Qingyan squatted down beside his legs, looked up and laughed, "I'm so bored in class alone when you're not here. I miss you so much."
Huo Cifeng slowly raised his hand, intending to pat his head again, but what appeared before his eyes was Huo Qiuya's haughty snort with a sour face.
He withdrew his hand, his fingers curled up. "I haven't had lunch yet, let's eat together."
Lu Qingyan's eyes lit up with joy. "Is that okay?"
Huo Cifeng: "Hmm."
At this point, Zhang Ze decided to learn to drive. He had originally wanted to buy a motorcycle, but then he thought about how his Xiao Feng, was in poor health and couldn't do anything exciting.
After returning home, memories of being with Huo Cifeng kept flooding back.
The motorcycle and mecha models were things Huo Cifeng longed to touch but couldn't in his previous life.
With Huo Cixiao, a master demon king, around, Huo Cifeng, whose grades were average, had to work a hundred times harder to catch up. Gradually, Huo Cifeng lost his way and became lost in a fog of confusion, unable to find his way out.
He clearly had the opportunity to counsel Huo Cifeng, but he allowed Huo Cifeng to become cold-blooded and ruthless, not even shedding a single tear when his own sister died.
Even though he took revenge on Wu You'an for his sister's sake, he still believed that he was only acting in his own self-interest.
Huo Cifeng is constantly negating himself.
Treating right as wrong and wrong as right, moving forward like a soulless puppet.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Zhang Ze went to the underground sports field in his home, where many new equipment had been added. In front of the punching bag, the bag seemed to evoke his former self, and he punched it repeatedly, sweating profusely.
One week later
Huo Cifeng has recovered considerably and is ready to return to school.
As a result, his classmates also learned that wherever Huo Cifeng was, Zhang Ze was there too. Sure enough, as soon as Huo Cifeng came to school, Zhang Ze came as well.
Seeing Zhang Ze's inattentiveness in class, Teacher Zhu Zhang Ze at a loss. During this time, Zhang Ze also took some time to participate in a professional competition and won first place in the league, bringing a lot of glory to the school.
Among the students, there's Lu Qingyan, the forest-loving heartthrob, and Zhang Ze, a breathtakingly handsome but genuinely crazy guy. These people have the guts to think about it, but not the guts to get close to the school heartthrob, Huo Cifeng.
But the most outrageous one was Zhang Ze. He stared intently at Huo Cifeng throughout the morning's classes. If it weren't for the fact that this guy was notoriously intimidating at school, they would have already vented their dissatisfaction.
They didn't even dare to show a fierce look, after all, there was Song Ziming as a living example.
By noon
Lu Qingyan and Huo Cifeng went to the cafeteria in Area A of the North Campus.
Zhang Ze followed closely behind, like a knight protecting a prince from afar, going wherever he went.
Finally, Lu Qingyan couldn't take it anymore and dragged Zhang Ze to a corner of the gym and beat him up.
Zhang Ze smiled and opened his arms, letting Lu Qingyan hit him. Lu Qingyan found it harder and harder to hit him. He had a feeling that this guy was plotting something, and wondered if he was going to do something like Song Ziming... set him up!
He grabbed Zhang Ze by the collar and threw him back to the ground with disgust. " Zhang Ze, you're a complete madman! I'm asking you, why didn't you fight back?"
Zhang Ze's oral mucosa was torn by his teeth, and a lot of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Fortunately, their school uniform was a brown suit, and the blood dripping onto the suit only slightly darkened the color of the clothes.
"Because Xiao Feng said I'm not allowed to touch you. You should be grateful that Xiao Feng is protecting you... To make Xiao Feng happier, you can hit him a few more times~"
Zhang Ze, whose old wounds had just begun to heal before inflicting new ones, let out a maniacal laugh that Lu Qingyan feel as if Zhang Ze was mocking him.
It's Huo Cifeng doesn't care about Zhang Ze, so why does this guy always try to take Huo Cifeng for himself? This Lu Qingyan extremely unhappy!
afternoon
The teacher was absent during the first period, so many students went to the art studio since they had nothing else to do.
Zhang Ze, who remained in the classroom, had new injuries on his face, making him a truly shocking sight.
Those who envy this face both love and hate it. If this face were on their heads, they would definitely buy insurance for it and worship it, rather than let it be damaged every now and then.
Zhang Ze deliberately paused briefly in front of Huo Cifeng's desk, drawing a wary look from Lu Qingyan, before swaggering around and returning to his seat.
Unfortunately, Zhang Ze didn't understand how young people think.
Just then, Lu Qingyan took out some ointment and bandages, placed them on the table, and stretched out her broken, swollen hand, saying softly, " A-Feng, help me apply this medicine."
Huo Cifeng frowned and asked, "How could you be so careless?"
Lu Qingyan: "I... I just couldn't control myself, I wanted to teach some arrogant people a lesson for you."
Huo Cifeng sighed softly, "Don't do that again, you'll hurt your hands." He picked up a small bottle of iodine disinfectant and gently applied it to Lu Qingyan's red, swollen, and broken knuckles with a cotton swab.
"Hiss..."
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"Um..."
"Then I'll be gentler?"