Shen Wenta's anger seemed to have reached a bizarre critical point at this moment.
His tone was unnaturally calm.
Pei Wanyan's heart tightened in fear at his tone, but since she had already started speaking, she would feel uncomfortable if she didn't finish.
"That's right," she forced herself to meet his gaze and repeated what she had just said. "Shen Yi said he makes a living picking up trash around Hejing. I bet he's definitely an idle Delinquent who specifically preys on good-tempered kids like Shen Yi..."
"Speaking of which, how are homeless people even allowed in? What are the security guards doing? I'll complain about them sooner or later."
Pei Wanyan grew a bit displeased as she spoke.
After hearing this, Shen Wenta twitched the corners of his mouth ever so slightly.
He didn't quite believe Pei Wanyan's words.
After all, for the longest time, Shen Yi had practically no other friends besides Chen Jiaojiao.
Where would she even get the chance to meet some Delinquent?
However, those words still pricked like a needle into his sensitive, suspicious, and highly possessive nerves.
Pei Wanyan: "Originally, I wanted her to go to a teacher to resolve it, but I felt it wouldn't be of much use." Teachers could only discipline students at best.
They had absolutely no deterrent effect on outsiders.
Shen Wenta had no intention of entertaining her. He moved quickly to Shen Yi's classroom and casually grabbed a kid at the door. "Keep an eye on Shen Yi from your class. See where she goes during breaks."
"Whatever she does, remember to come and tell me every day."
Looking at Shen Wenta's clearly intimidating expression, the boy was so scared he was about to cry.
Shen Wenta softened his tone a bit:
"I assume you know who I am?"
The boy was completely stunned by fear.
Anyone would be startled if they were inexplicably grabbed.
Besides, what gave this guy the right to act so arrogant in the international class?
It wasn't until he looked up and stared blankly at Shen Wenta's features that he roughly understood why this person was so arrogant.
Of course he knew him.
Or rather, it was the minority in the international class who didn't know Shen Wenta.
"I know you. O-okay, I understand." The boy stammered out his agreement: "I will do my best to report to you."
Boohoo...
He wanted his mommy.
Seeing his goal achieved, Shen Wenta didn't waste any time and walked briskly away.
Actually, he could have just asked Shen Yi directly.
But that would be a waste of time.
Shen Yi was a child with her own ideas. Even though he didn't want to admit it, it was indeed very difficult for him to discipline her.
Rather than giving Shen Yi a hard time, he preferred to directly snuff out the trouble that dared to provoke his sister.
...
Meanwhile, Shen Yi was fretting over the three loaves of bread.
Although wasting food wasn't good, Shen Yi ultimately threw them into the trash can.
She had no choice. That person was extremely weird and acted without any logic. Who knew if he had added something to the bread.
When Chen Jiaojiao occasionally accompanied her for lunch, she had also run into Shen Ruxu.
"Mister, who are you? I don't think I've seen you before," Chen Jiaojiao asked curiously with an innocent tone.
Shen Ruxu very calmly tugged at the collar of the staff shirt he was wearing, which he had swiped from who knows where: "I'm a new intern teacher. You can call me teacher from now on."
Shen Yi: ...
Why was this guy even stealing teachers' clothes!
Every time they met, Shen Ruxu's miraculous antics could shock the inexperienced Shen Yi for eight hundred years.
"...Really? Teacher, you look so young." Chen Jiaojiao sighed in admiration, easily believing his nonsense.
This person's way of speaking seemed to carry a hook. His clear voice, when lazily drawn out, had a somewhat sweet and charming boyishness to it.
Paired with that innocent face, it was very easy for people to believe his words.
And through their acquaintance over the past few weeks.
From her conversations with Shen Ruxu, Shen Yi vaguely pieced together his general identity.
He liked to run all over the world, buying real estate and land everywhere to use as bases. He was a wandering crime boss who, despite his young age, loved to gamble at casinos.
When he gambled, his luck was completely erratic.
"When I win, I feel like I'm not human, I'm a god," he said with a sincere tone.
But if he lost...
It would be very unpleasant.
He would often lose all the money he had on hand.
After losing everything, he would refuse to accept defeat and try to win it back.
It was like a vicious cycle.
After hearing this, Shen Yi thought to herself.
Whoever got stuck with this money-losing liability would surely have their whole family blessed.
"As far as I know..." The girl rested her chin on her hand and yawned, feeling a bit sleepy, her voice slurred: "Planning crimes also costs a lot of money. As the boss, you still need to plan your financial issues well, right?"
"In case there's somewhere you need to spend money in the future, you'll still have to figure out how to earn it."
Just looking at her dad was proof enough.
Shen Sixing never mentioned his past in front of her.
But Shen Yi guessed that he absolutely used to have a personality that showed extreme disregard for life, carelessly loving to stir up trouble.
Now, he had clearly changed.
He no longer had the energy to cause mischief. After raising a child, he was tired as a dog all day.
"It won't happen, don't worry. If I run out of money, I'll just go to the police station and report one of my subordinates."
His voice was brisk, and his amber eyes curved like a triumphant cat: "I'll trade them for some bounty money, and then let them figure out a way to break out of prison. I can just keep using them in an endless cycle."
Unlike her dad's personality of not treating subordinates as human beings.
To Shen Ruxu, subordinates were a bunch of very useful things.
They could be exchanged for money.
Shen Yi: ...
Her expression was sluggish. This was the first time she learned there was such a sustainable method of draining the pond to catch the fish.
She opened her mouth, and after a long time, she finally squeezed out a sentence: "Being stuck with a boss like you is truly eight lifetimes of terrible luck."
Shen Yi always maintained a certain level of vigilance in her attitude towards him.
This person looked like he had a cheerful personality, acting like there was something wrong with his head, but in essence, he was still a cold and dangerous figure.
He simply treated her as an interesting toy that would fight back.
Like a cat poking at a rolling ball of yarn, coming over to tease it a couple of times when bored.
Shen Yi was very annoyed by him.
Her third brother had said it.
Useless people should be equated with enemies.
This person was not only useless, but he also wasted her time.
"I'll bring you a present next time." Shen Ruxu seemed oblivious to the annoyance in her eyes. Instead, he promised enthusiastically, even reaching out a finger to gently poke her forehead. His expression was faint, but his tone was very serious.
"Really?" Shen Yi was suspicious.
"Really."
The above was the entire process of Shen Yi's conversation with Homeless Bro this week.
Up until today.
She still didn't know the man's name.
Shen Yi simply decided to call him Homeless Bro.
If she hadn't taken politeness into consideration, she would have preferred to just call him a homeless bum.
...
Shen Yi still spent most of her noon time near the pavilion. She was extremely free during this period; Song Yi hadn't come to class for a long time, and the school was completely peaceful.
However, peace is always meant to be broken.
One noon, Shen Yi's shoulder was suddenly tapped lightly.
She instinctively turned her head.
What caught her eye was not Shen Ruxu's grinning face, but an object dangling down from above her head.
Shen Yi subconsciously blinked.
It was a pendant of excellent translucency, its emerald green color so rich and vibrant that it looked as if water could drip from it.
The exterior was intricately inlaid and wrapped with gold wire, outlining complex patterns that swayed gently before her eyes.
—So pretty.
There wasn't a girl alive who didn't like pretty things.
Shen Yi stared blankly for a couple of seconds, then followed the hand holding the pendant upward, meeting Shen Ruxu's gaze.
"It's for you."
He smiled generously.
Shen Yi's first reaction wasn't pleasant surprise, but vigilance. "Did you rob this from somewhere?"
"I didn't rob it."
He had stolen it from his younger brother.
"Then I still don't want it."
Her attitude was clear.
"Why? Being overly cautious isn't a good trait." Shen Ruxu was somewhat puzzled by her resistance.
He stuffed it into her palm without giving her a chance to argue. "If you like it, keep it. If you don't, throw it away. It's that simple."
It wasn't his anyway.
Shen Yi held the ice-cold pendant, feeling as if she were holding a hot potato.
"I still don't understand you," she raised her head, looking straight at Shen Ruxu, and voiced the doubt she had harbored all along. "Why are you giving me things? Why do you keep pestering me? What exactly do you want?"
Shen Ruxu looked at her confused and wary little face, and suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with exploration and amusement.
"I just suddenly remembered something very fun."
He was acting like a riddler, saying ambiguous things.
Shen Yi naturally asked, "About who?"
"About..." He paused, suddenly stopping himself, and grinned. "I'm not telling you yet."
*
What Shen Yi didn't know was that this scene of her talking with Shen Ruxu was completely taken in by a figure hiding behind the rockery not far away.
It was the male classmate who had been ordered by Shen Wenta to keep an eye on Shen Yi.
Right now, he was holding his breath, his heart pounding wildly, as he hurried back to report the news.
He only hoped that Shen Wenta would stop haunting him like a ghost.
Please!
Let that young master quickly catch that Blondie and let him go.
"I saw Shen Yi with a teenage boy."
"He's quite tall. I couldn't see his face clearly. They're near the lake in the garden." After the boy quickly finished his report, his entire body finally relaxed.
Shen Wenta's expression was very calm:
"I understand."
He lowered his head, his thoughts unreadable.
The classroom environment was still noisy.
Shen Wenta seemed to genuinely have no reaction.
The boy breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ran out.
"Did anyone bring a gun?" It was at this moment that the teenager, who had been quietly sitting there with lowered eyes looking particularly peaceful, spoke up.
His voice wasn't loud.
But it was loud enough for the people around him to hear.
Silence is contagious, especially in schools, where a noisy environment can suddenly turn eerily quiet.
The atmosphere right now was very silent.
Shen Wenta repeated, "Did anyone bring a gun?"
No one dared to make a sound; they just looked at each other in dismay.
Bringing contraband into the school was a serious offense, and no one dared to easily admit to it.
"Li Mingyang," Shen Wenta spoke coldly, accurately calling out a name.
The called-out student subconsciously shuddered and looked up.
Under the intense glare of Shen Wenta's icy gaze, Li Mingyang grimaced and dawdled as he pulled a gun out of his backpack.
Shen Wenta clearly knew his family background like the back of his hand.
Li Mingyang's family specialized in the arms trade.
The school forbade carrying them, but that was just directed at outsiders.
Students of this age were exactly at the stage where they loved to show off.
In the end, he had painstakingly brought the contraband into the school and hadn't even gotten to show off a few times before being called out by Shen Wenta.
"Do you, do you know how to shoot? Do you need help?" he asked subconsciously, but immediately met the teenager's half-smiling gaze and wished he could bite off his own tongue.
Asking Shen Wenta if he knew how to shoot? Wasn't that a stupid question? With his family background, it would be a joke if he didn't know how!
Shen Wenta took the handgun; it felt heavy in his grasp.
He expertly checked the magazine and examined the gun model, seemingly weighing its lethality.
Then, in a tone that could even be called peaceful, he said, "Thank you so much."
His attitude towards useful people, especially those who could provide crucial tools, had always been good.
Under Li Mingyang's frightened gaze, Shen Wenta shoved the gun into the inner pocket of his school uniform jacket, then turned around with a clear goal.
To go find that damn Blondie.
"What's he going to do with a gun? Has he finally had enough of our nagging homeroom teacher and is going to physically exorcise him?" a boy muttered softly, trying to ease the tension with a joke.
Pei Wanyan also hadn't expected Shen Wenta to actually dare to swagger around the school with a gun.
Her face turned pale with fright.
No matter how chaotic the outside world was, for those of them living at the top of the ivory tower, those were all distant stories.
Even if they might have experienced the scare of kidnapping in their childhood.
But that was only a minority.
Pei Wanyan completely couldn't imagine that Shen Wenta could be so bold.
"No way? Are we just going to let him walk out like this?"
"What if, what if something happens?"
Her voice trembled.
"Is it that serious?"
"Probably not, he definitely knows his limits."
"Should we follow him and see?"
Normally, when would they ever get to see drama involving Shen Wenta?
This proposal made everyone a bit eager to try.
...
"Wanyan, what exactly is he planning to do with a gun?"
The girl bit her lip and whispered softly, "It feels even more exaggerated than being cuckolded."
The day after Shen Wenta and Pei Wanyan broke up, Pei Wanyan immediately found a boy with a very good family background and quickly got together with him.
At that time, they almost thought Pei Wanyan was doomed.
As a result, nothing happened.
He didn't seem to care much about these things.
A group of people in the school didn't dare to talk about things related to Shen Wenta either, so the matter of their breakup was gradually forgotten.
As for who was the one dumped...
They truly didn't know this.
Of course, Pei Wanyan and her friends wouldn't be stupid enough to go around telling people that she was the one who initiated the breakup.
Given how petty that guy was, if word got out, he could turn around and make them pay the price.
Keeping silent was the best method.
"Let's not go," Pei Wanyan grabbed her friend's arm. "I'm afraid of being indiscriminately shot by him. I feel like he's about to go mad with anger..."
"He won't, Shen Wenta's personality is usually quite nice."
In the eyes of the vast majority who didn't know better, Shen Wenta was a polite, straight-A student with perfect scores in every subject.
A bunch of school leaders treated him even better than their own sons.
And with so many people around.
No matter how angry Shen Wenta was, how far could he really go?
...
At this very moment, Shen Wenta, who was being subjected to all sorts of speculation by the crowd, was far more than just angry.
He was practically going insane.
Why were there always these filthy, lowly pieces of trash sneaking into his territory when he wasn't paying attention, trying to corrupt Shen Yi?
Perhaps, he should just find someone to set up a sniper rifle at the school's highest vantage point and blow that guy's head off with a single shot?
No.
Shen Wenta quickly dismissed this idea.
A sniper rifle was too fast; death would be instantaneous. With the adrenaline rush, it might be over before any pain was even felt.
That would be letting that scumbag off too easily.
He bit his lip, his expression twisted and ice-cold. How about switching to a Gatling gun instead?
I will definitely shoot that bitch full of holes.
