Clearly, Li Zuhao’s appearance as a disabled little pest was so conspicuous.
Like a firefly in the pitch black, there probably wasn’t a single other person in the entire school with a head wrapped in bandages.
But Sakiharu Wen insisted on being polite—she asked.
Surely she wanted to use this as a way to show her goodwill, right?
One had to admit, she was a girl who paid great attention to detail, showing her intentions on the surface.
“Li Zuhao is over there.”
The female classmate who was asked looked a little dizzy, pointed to the corner of the classroom, then quickly slipped back to her seat.
Alright, the front-row seats were ready for the show.
“Is it going to start again?”
“Li Zuhao is already like this, and they still want to fight?”
“That’s a bit cruel, isn’t it?”
“Wasn’t it agreed that every time they meet, they fight?”
“If you say it, you have to follow through.”
Whispers and murmurs swirled around.
Everyone knew there was bad blood between Li Zuhao and Sakiharu Wen, and the situation was heating up.
“Excuse me.”
Sakiharu Wen ignored the surrounding chatter, apologized briefly to the younger students with a slight bow, then stepped into Class 1-9.
She walked step by step toward the far corner of the classroom.
Of course, she had long since noticed the injured figure.
Li Zuhao had noticed Sakiharu Wen even earlier, curling up into a ball, beginning to shrink away like a turtle withdrawing into its shell, trying to diminish his presence.
But he didn’t have any special ability like breath suppression; hiding wasn’t really possible.
“Creak!”
The sound of a chair being pulled out.
Unfortunately this time, someone suddenly stood up forcefully, blocking Sakiharu Wen’s path.
At this moment, the atmosphere in Class 1-9 immediately reached its peak!
The room fell completely silent; everyone held their breath.
The person standing in the way of the Swordsmanship Champion Sakiharu Wen was none other than Kaixin Min, leader of the Delinquent Girls Group.
Kaixin Min pressed her face close, almost cheek-to-cheek with Sakiharu Wen.
But there was no hint of yuri ambiguity in this posture.
Since Sakiharu Wen was much taller than Kaixin Min, even with their faces pressed together, it was only at Kaixin Min’s chin.
Kaixin Min needed to tilt her head arrogantly upward.
Because only like this could she barely match the Ace’s imposing aura.
Standing before Sakiharu Wen, the brief silent standoff somehow made Kaixin Min feel a slight twinge of inferiority.
Inferiority, a weakness deep in the soul.
For Kaixin Min, this was a very strange and rare feeling.
Kaixin Min was a proud person.
In terms of looks, temperament, and strength, she was top-tier. From childhood to now, she had never submitted to any woman.
Even if some women were more beautiful, none had her rebellious spirit.
Even if a woman were both more beautiful and more elegant, could she beat me in a fight?
Kaixin Min was born with great physical strength and had trained in boxing since she was a child, possessing combat power that looked down on all other girls.
Of course, this equation was now outdated.
Now, standing before Kaixin Min was a female powerhouse whose looks, temperament, and fighting ability were all at least on par with her, if not better.
The school flower of Grade 2, Sakiharu Wen, slightly overshadowed Kaixin Min in every aspect.
Not by much, but just enough to be higher.
If viewed from a male perspective, this subtle difference between the two girls would probably go unnoticed.
Even someone as cunning and crafty as Li Zuhao couldn’t see it.
He thought Sakiharu Wen and Kaixin Min’s beauty and aura were evenly matched, each with their own charm.
But women with more sensitive minds could feel this faint difference.
It was this tiny difference that made Kaixin Min extremely uncomfortable and displeased, an unprecedented anger burning inside her.
Sakiharu Wen looked at Kaixin Min with a calm expression, her breathing steady, showing little emotional fluctuation.
To Kaixin Min, this was pure contempt!
She was being looked down on; to be precise, she was invisible to Sakiharu Wen—unrecognized.
The Ace of Swordsmanship Sakiharu Wen didn’t even see her as an opponent, but just a random obstacle in her way.
Given Kaixin Min’s usual personality, she wouldn’t have chosen to face Sakiharu Wen head-on.
When Sakiharu Wen came to Class 1-9 that day and beat up Li Zuhao for the second time, Kaixin Min was there as well.
At that time, risking exposing her own danger, she chose to watch from the sidelines.
Their second encounter was in a hospital ward.
There was no communication between them in the ward; it was obvious Sakiharu Wen didn’t remember Kaixin Min was also there last time.
This was an absolutely humiliating slight to Kaixin Min!
“Underclassman?”
Sakiharu Wen finally spoke.
Her voice, like her aura, was that of a sovereign ruling the world.
The Ace of Swordsmanship—the moment she spoke, Kaixin Min’s anger cooled slightly, forcing herself to calm down.
Because now was not the time to tear things apart.
She had to suppress the unknown hostility in her heart and remain composed.
“Senior, what do you want with Li Zuhao?”
Kaixin Min asked.
Alright, alright, although she was trying to stay calm, her interrogation-laden, unfriendly tone betrayed her true feelings.
“Are you Li Zuhao’s friend? I just want to talk to him about something.”
Sakiharu Wen was a bit surprised but explained calmly.
“What can’t you say openly?”
Kaixin Min questioned.
“I hope to talk privately.”
Sakiharu Wen said.
“You know he was beaten into this sorry state because he trusted certain people’s invitations, right? And you still want to come?”
Kaixin Min pressed aggressively.
“You misunderstood.”
Sakiharu Wen replied unhurriedly, “Li Zuhao and I have cleared up the misunderstanding—we are friends now.”
“Friends?”
To Kaixin Min, these words were like pouring gasoline on the fire.
Cleared up the misunderstanding?
Isn’t that reconciliation?
I haven’t even reconciled yet!
How could you two reconcile so quickly?
Doesn’t that make me look like a fool?
I haven’t even asked for peace, so how can you beat me to it?
“Senior Sakiharu, I’ll be cleaning the Sword Club in the afternoon. If it’s not urgent, we can talk then.”
Suddenly, Li Zuhao spoke up from his seat.
He was speaking to Sakiharu Wen with Kaixin Min in between them.
Sakiharu Wen also looked at Li Zuhao through Kaixin Min, her expression softening.
Kaixin Min immediately became the unneeded woman.
Her heart trembled with a strange feeling.
It was like a running race: the horn had sounded, all the runners had taken off at full speed, but she was still standing there, unable to keep up, feeling lost.
“I understand, I’ll wait for you.”
Sakiharu Wen nodded obediently.
She trusted Li Zuhao, turned gracefully, and left Class 1-9.
“Huh?”
Kaixin Min was stunned by the scene.
Without her knowing, Li Zuhao and Sakiharu Wen’s relationship had already become so good?
The other classmates were just as baffled.
How did this drama end so quickly?
We haven’t seen enough yet!