On Sang Yu’s first day of school after her rebirth.
Huo Yan entered the teacher’s office with her.
The reason was that rumors were spreading like wildfire in class that Huo Yan had bullied the new student in the classroom.
As for how exactly he bullied her, no one knew, only that the young student’s face and neck were completely flushed red, and even Huo Yan’s best friend couldn’t help but call him a beast.
Zhang Meiqing looked at the silent Sang Yu standing before her with lowered head, and the indifferent Huo Yan beside her, unable to resist rubbing her temples.
“Explain properly, what exactly happened?”
Huo Yan lazily lifted his peach blossom eyes, his tone cool and casual, “Little classmate, you tell us.”
He wanted to see exactly what this girl was trying to pull.
Sang Yu kept her eyes downcast, her round and fair fingertips nervously pinching her hands as if extremely tense, her dense eyelashes fluttering slightly, “Teacher Zhang… I…”
Zhang Meiqing frowned, giving Huo Yan an angry glance before comforting her, “It’s alright, just tell me directly whatever happened. If Huo Yan bullied you, I’ll stand up for you.”
Huo Yan’s expression remained neutral, but a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes as he stared at the girl beside him.
“No… Teacher, Huo Yan didn’t bully me.” Sang Yu’s voice was soft but very firm, “Huo Yan is very kind. He even said that from now on at Huaqing, he’d have my back and that we should get along harmoniously.”
Huo Yan, who had been waiting to see the girl dig her own grave: “……?”
Get along harmoniously? Have her back?
Zhang Meiqing was also stunned, seemingly unable to believe it, “Huo Yan really said that?”
Sang Yu nodded, her gaze sincere and completely unlike someone lying, her cheeks conveniently flushing slightly as if genuinely somewhat embarrassed.
“This…” Zhang Meiqing looked at Huo Yan, “Is what Sang Yu said true?”
Huo Yan remained silent for two seconds, his scrutinizing gaze falling on the well-behaved girl beside him. After a moment, one eyebrow lifted slightly, “Yeah,” he said, his tone carrying a lazy roguishness, “Teacher Zhang, don’t you trust our little classmate?”
Sang Yu didn’t speak, only quietly blinked her eyes.
Zhang Meiqing ultimately chose to believe Sang Yu’s words and let them leave.
Huo Yan didn’t return to the classroom. Instead, he turned and headed out of the teaching building as soon as they left the office.
Sang Yu followed behind him, pausing for a moment before clutching her skirt and continuing to follow.
This was during the morning break period, which lasted half an hour.
Huo Yan exited the teaching building and went straight into the small woods behind the library.
Sang Yu watched his retreating figure. The boy was very tall, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, possessing excellent proportions—a natural clothes hanger. Even his black sweatshirt carried a touch of elegant, cold desire on him.
In her previous life, Sang Yu had never been to the small woods behind the library. She lost track of him almost as soon as she entered.
It was very quiet around, with few students around at this time.
She glanced around but didn’t see Huo Yan’s figure. Just as she was about to leave, a cool scent of tobacco suddenly drifted from behind her.
“Huo…”
Before she could finish speaking, someone pulled her shoulder, and her body was pressed directly against the tree trunk behind her, her waist firmly gripped.
A familiar and pleasant cool scent wafted down from above her head.
“Little classmate,” Huo Yan’s voice was clear and cold, clearly teasing but with an indescribable chill, “Have you taken a liking to me, big brother?””
Sang Yu felt a burning heat around her waist. Her waist was probably bruised red from his grip again, and it hurt a little.
Her skin was too delicate; even in her past life, Huo Yan had always been careless with his strength, often leaving her skin flushed and red.
Sang Yu remained silent. Huo Yan lowered his gaze, his eyes coldly fixed on the girl’s face.
From the moment she entered the classroom, it was obvious she had ulterior motives toward him. She had deliberately stirred up trouble in front of the teacher and then lavished him with exaggerated praise.
His expression grew colder, a wave of mockery rising in his heart. Could she be another woman sent by those people?
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Huo Yan intensified his movements, pressing his long leg against the girl, pinning her tightly against the tree trunk. His actions were rough, showing no trace of gentleness.
“Huo Yan…” The girl beneath him finally spoke, lifting her eyes to meet his. “It hurts…”
Her dark, delicate brows were slightly furrowed, her pink lips pressed tightly together, the cupid’s bow slightly indented. A faint glimmer of tears welled in her eyes, making her look utterly pitiful.
Huo Yan froze, a vein throbbing at his temple.
“Damn it…” he cursed under his breath and released his grip.
But the girl seemed too weak to stand steadily, her body sliding down onto his thigh.