Kaixin Min felt that this breakfast tasted better than any she had ever eaten before.
Could this be what it feels like to do a good deed?
Li Zuhao, on the other hand, didn’t have such elaborate thoughts; his mouth ached, and even eating a hotdog was uncomfortable, but taking a sip of the chocolate milk was quite soothing.
Kaixin Min kept glancing at Li Zuhao from the corner of her eye, unable to help but break into a grandmotherly, affectionate smile.
The Delinquent Gals were quietly watching Kaixin Min too.
Seeing their Bad Girl Leader smiling foolishly, they all looked utterly confused, wondering if their Bad Girl Leader was falling in love.
Love?
The Bad Girl Leader with that Disability Little Fly?
Such a combination was unimaginable!
But, in a way, the Disability Little Fly had been calling the Bad Girl Leader her girlfriend since the start of high school, though this was only one-sided boasting.
We absolutely do not accept the Bad Girl Leader and the Disability Little Fly as a real couple—right?
Too abstract!
Although no one could quite accept it internally, no one dared to say it out loud. Yet their eyes had already started shipping the pair.
Looking a little closer, it wasn’t even that hard to accept!
The reformed Disability Little Fly and the gold-haired delinquent gal had their eyes on each other.
Is there a romance more dramatic than this?
A more fitting fashionable couple to be the protagonists of a teenage romance manga?
After finishing breakfast, Li Zuhao stood up with the support of his crutch and thoughtfully reached out to grab the packaging trash from Kaixin Min’s desk, tossing it into the trash can.
So considerate.
Annoying.
Obviously, the trash can was right behind them, and Kaixin Min could have thrown it away herself.
But Li Zuhao wanted to seize any chance to showcase his warm and gentlemanly persona.
“Little Fly, what are you stirring up? Don’t I have hands? Do you want me to throw the trash? Are you just trying to fish for sympathy? Why so deliberate?”
Kaixin Min sensed something was off and narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
Damn! She was no brainless woman.
She wasn’t a love-brain plot device.
She had ambitions and strength far beyond a normal girl—after all, she was the reincarnation of the Demon King and a yandere girl.
If her acting was too poor, she would be seen through immediately.
“I want to make peace with you. I’m not asking for all the grudges between us to be wiped clean, but I hope you won’t hit me anymore.”
Faced with suspicion, Li Zuhao quickly found a way to counterattack, his expression suddenly serious, tone earnest, each word clear and deliberate.
Kaixin Min was silent for a moment, not responding immediately.
Not to mention, she hadn’t really hated Li Zuhao for a long time—she had long since made peace within herself.
The violent beatings she dealt him were never out of deep hatred but more a matter of pride.
She was the Bad Girl Leader of the Delinquent Girls Group, and being forcibly called someone’s girlfriend, insulted and harassed daily—she had to vent some of that anger.
Besides, as a delinquent gal, she wasn’t exactly a do-gooder rebellious girl.
She wasn’t much different from Li Zuhao, a little fly herself; neither of them were good people.
Bad guys fighting bad guys—that’s called black eating black.
After a fight, it’s over.
Beat someone up once, then reconcile—no long-lasting grudges.
She wasn’t like the Swordsmanship Champion Sakiharu Wen, who swore to fight on sight out of hatred.
Yandere girls’ personas were different; so was their hatred.
So Kaixin Min only made peace within herself—her own inner reconciliation.
She never told Li Zuhao she had forgiven him.
If you don’t say it, how am I supposed to know whether you still plan to bully me?
Hurt me?
Beat me?
Well, Li Zuhao actually knew.
He had already seen through that Kaixin Min no longer hated him.
Otherwise, why would she buy him breakfast?
But he insisted on pretending not to understand, playing the innocent and stubbornly demanding an answer.
At the same time, he knew Kaixin Min’s obsession with pride meant she definitely wouldn’t admit forgiveness out loud; she’d never say it, no matter what.
That was exactly the trap Li Zuhao set.
You don’t say it, I don’t say it.
We just keep going on like this.
That kind of melodramatic romance that lasts fifty episodes survives on exactly this method—dragging it out.
“I’m not a born violent maniac. I won’t bully you anymore, and I promise no one else will bully you either.”
Kaixin Min suddenly turned her head, expression firm, promising each word carefully.
“I don’t ask for…uh? Hmm?”
Li Zuhao was about to play the victim but suddenly froze, suspecting he misheard.
“Ahem, I mean, I promise no one will bully you until your injuries have healed. After all, we’re classmates. Rabbits don’t eat their own burrows. If you get beaten, others will suspect me at first. So, I’ll reluctantly keep you safe for now.”
Kaixin Min blushed and shyly turned her face away, quickly adding and defending herself.
This left Li Zuhao speechless.
Why did you suddenly become so gentle?
Have you really turned into a little lamb?
How am I supposed to continue my fifty-episode melodramatic romance with this?
There’s no way to drag it out!
“Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you okay?”
Kaixin Min’s gaze seemed to soften, filled with affection, losing the previous sharpness and fierceness.
It seemed his tragic ruse was working a little too well.
“Ring ring ring~”
Fortunately, the class bell rang just in time to ease the awkward and ambiguous atmosphere.
Li Zuhao also focused seriously on the lesson for the first time, trying to sharpen his concentration.
Previously, he had been obsessively polishing his desk, removing the vulgar words and phrases, smoothing it into a matte white wooden surface.
Class was over again.
Li Zuhao and Kaixin Min didn’t speak, caught in a subtle silence.
The emotions between young boys and girls were complicated and overwhelming, needing time to process.
Feelings require time to settle and solidify.
That’s how normal relationships develop.
But here, there was no time for them to slowly cultivate feelings!
Class ended once more.
But two minutes after class, a commotion came from the corridor.
Kaixin Min was highly alert, turning to stare at the back door and windows of the classroom.
Could it be the Student Council causing trouble again?
“Is Li Zuhao here?”
A very polite voice called from the back door.
But this sentence was already turning into a running joke.
Because the four senior students from the Campus Violence Video had started exactly with this classic line.
Polite words, but now it had a sinister meaning.
This was a dark phrase hinting at calling a classmate to a secluded place for a beating.
Kaixin Min recognized the visitor: the Sword Club Ace Sakiharu Wen, the second-year school beauty.
No wonder the commotion was so loud.
She was politely stopping two first-year Class 9 female juniors at the back door, asking questions.
But she obviously knew Li Zuhao’s seat and had even barged into the lower-grade classroom last time.
“What is this woman stirring up now?”
Kaixin Min thought angrily.