Shen Yi brought him along, and the two of them went to block Shen Wenta at his classroom door in the junior high school building.
In this school, almost no one didn't know him.
A quick question to anyone would tell you where he had gone.
Two lower-grade students coming to the junior high section drew many sidelong glances.
And then what did she see?
Shen Wenta was chatting in a low voice with a girl, the curve of his lips not that sarcastic, malicious one.
But a truly relaxed smile.
A boy and a girl wearing matching school uniforms, standing very close, as if surrounded by pink bubbles.
Shen Yi was shocked.
Holy crap.
So this little thing has two faces?
He was always like a super-macho jerk to her!
This was actually the first time Shen Yi had seen Shen Wenta at school since coming to study at Hejing.
Gone was the crazy, unhinged aura he had at home. The youth in his clean white shirt smiled with his usual air of detachment and languidness.
His lips were a cool, delicate shade of red, noble and beautiful.
Even with his terrible personality, because of this face, his badness had a certain unique flavor.
"Third Brother." Shen Xun called out, interrupting the two's flirtation.
The girl instinctively leaned closer into Shen Wenta's embrace.
"What are you two doing here?" The originally soft expression on Shen Wenta's face vanished. He turned his head to look at the two impatiently, his gaze lingering on the wound on Shen Yi's forehead for two seconds before he almost immediately guessed they had gotten into trouble.
Thinking this, the corner of his mouth almost uncontrollably wanted to lift.
Shen Yi said bluntly: "Can't you tell?"
"We've come to seek refuge with you."
"Did you two cause trouble?"
Shen Yi didn't deny it.
After hesitating for two seconds, she decisively threw herself forward, wrapping her arms around his right leg, her voice soft and coquettish:
"Brother, we're in trouble, save us."
Shen Xun reluctantly hugged his left leg, his tone wooden, copying her: "Third Brother, please, help."
When Shen Yi threw herself over and hugged his leg, Shen Wenta's body stiffened for an instant, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
He bit his lip hard, restraining his excitement, and looked down at her gently.
The girl's tone was pitiful, even carrying a sob.
When she threw herself over, she deliberately made mischief, rubbing all the blood from her forehead onto his clean pant leg.
His clothes were dirty.
But he didn't care.
He only cared that Shen Yi had come to beg him.
With an added bonus of a reluctant little brother.
Imagine it: the younger siblings who were always disobedient and rebellious at home, now looking at him with moist eyes, as if he were their savior.
The pleasure of this moment made Shen Wenta even laugh out loud.
And the sense of superiority from being relied upon as an older brother softened his expression.
"Of course I can." Shen Wenta even proactively reached out to pat both younger siblings on the head, speaking softly: "I'm your brother, of course I'll help you."
The two children who received the head pats exchanged a look.
They simultaneously took a step back, cautiously wanting to distance themselves from Third Brother, this unhinged guy.
"Your younger siblings came here to ask for your help? How cute."
The girl who had been ignored by the three siblings had to speak up. She raised a gentle smile and introduced herself:
"My name is Pei Wanyan. I'm your brother's girlfriend. If you have time in the future, you can come find me in the junior high section to play."
The girl was very pretty, the kind of beauty that was gentle, soft, and carried no aggression.
Shen Yi greeted her: "Hello, sister."
She remembered Shen Wenta cared quite a bit about this girl.
Pei Wanyan returned the "Hello," her gaze shifting between the three faces, remarking casually: "You three siblings really don't look very much alike."
If you could see a bit of resemblance between the brothers Shen Xun and Shen Wenta,
then Shen Yi had no relation at all.
To her comment, none of the three siblings responded.
Pei Wanyan pressed her lips together, inevitably feeling a bit awkward.
During the few moments of small talk, the teachers who had received the students' plea for help quickly pulled up the surveillance footage. After locating the two children, they rushed over.
It was the elementary school's discipline head and homeroom teacher.
The two teachers' faces were each more unpleasant than the other.
"Shen Yi, Shen Xun, one of you scalded a classmate with boiling water, the other injured a classmate. One of those children is in the infirmary, the other is already being prepared to be sent to the hospital for treatment. Now—"
Before his incessant speech could finish, Shen Wenta, leaning on the railing, straightened up slightly and interrupted him: "Teacher."
"What is it?" He paused for two seconds, somewhat displeased at being interrupted by a student.
"I assume you've heard my name, or my grandfather's." He said softly: "My name is Shen Wenta."
Shen Wenta truly embodied the phrase "throwing one's weight around" to the fullest. After he finished speaking, the discipline head was instantly struck dumb. It took him a while to find his voice again, saying stiffly: "Oh... you, and your grandfather, of course I know."
"But what does that have to do with this?" His voice even held a note of uncertainty as he looked at the two children behind him.
He hadn't heard anything problematic in these two children's records either?
Very ordinary families, both parents were ordinary people. They got into the international class thanks to relatives' connections.
But that kind—it's not like they're very important people, right?
For example, a child from a major family could also arrange for a few ordinary students they liked to enter the international class as companions.
Those connection-reliant children were too inconspicuous in the class.
"These two made a mistake. We must take them away and give an explanation to the parents."
"Ah." Shen Wenta suddenly looked up, as if just remembering something, and smiled along: "When they came, I forgot to mention it, teacher. These two are actually my younger brother and sister."
"So, please take good care of them at school from now on."
"As for those two injured classmates..." Shen Wenta pretended to think for a moment, looking troubled. "Compared to my younger siblings..."
"Are they important?"
For teachers at Hejing, the first lesson was learning to trim their sails to the wind.
Faced with Shen Wenta's pointed question, they quickly reacted.
Not important.
Of course not important.
Compared to the existence of a behemoth like the Shen family, two injured children of wealthy merchants were utterly insignificant.
The homeroom teacher was also looking at these two little ones properly for the first time.
They had been too invisible.
The boy was withdrawn, the girl was odd.
Each more peculiar than the last.
To think they were Shen family children...
That explained it.
"I understand." The discipline head's expression quickly calmed, losing its initial panic. "I will handle this appropriately."
If initially he was panicking about the injured students' parents holding him accountable, with the culprits being two students without background, of course he wanted to pin most of the responsibility on these two children.
But if these two children had a sufficiently powerful background, then he had nothing to panic about.
He believed those two children's parents would absolutely not want to provoke the Shen family.
And the final result of this farce was naturally that nothing happened, and everyone was happy.
Shen Wenta smiled politely, "I believe the teachers will certainly handle it well."
Shen Yi watched as he effortlessly conversed with the teacher. With just a few words, what had seemed like a serious matter was brushed aside lightly.
The teacher had arrived in a hurry and left in the same flustered manner.
Shen Yi let out a sigh of relief.
At least she wouldn't be facing a parent-teacher meeting or expulsion now.
Shen Wenta, who was beside her, chose that moment to lean in closer.
Observing the bloodstain on her forehead, he suddenly spoke with disdain: "You really are clumsy, Shen Yi."
"Where's all that fierceness you had when you fought with me? Hmm?"
His tone was light yet cold: "Seems you only know how to bully me."
