After a good night’s sleep.

When the alarm rang, she drowsily opened her eyes.

As her eyelids lifted, the first thing she saw was an extremely close-up, magnified face right in front of her.

Jinian was startled and instinctively delivered a chop with her hand, restraining the person. The next second, however, she heard a howl of pain.

He immediately jumped up, clutching his leg and hopping on one foot while wailing incessantly.

Jinian covered her ears, unwilling to let them suffer, and turned to leave.

“Just like that? I mean, little junior, aren’t you a bit too ruthless?”

Seeing her heartlessly about to walk away, the boy finally stopped howling and spoke in a tone tinged with three parts pitifulness.

Hearing his words, Jinian turned back and took a closer look at the boy she had just attacked.

She couldn’t help but feel like whistling inwardly.

“Senior, are you also from Saint Yi Academy?”

“Of course,” the boy replied, rubbing his nose with a roguish grin.

She had always said this school specialized in handsome guys here was another one.

The boy in front of her had naturally brown curly hair, a high nose bridge, and peach-blossom eyes, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned. He looked as dashing as Shen Jinchu. Now, with a hint of grievance in his expression, he seemed genuinely pitiable after all, it was a handsome guy showing weakness.

He was very tall. Even with some distance between them, her 169 cm height was completely overshadowed by his stature. He had deftly avoided her palm strike earlier, suggesting he was quite agile. If she hadn’t been accustomed to using her legs and he hadn’t been caught off guard, she probably wouldn’t have succeeded.

But none of that mattered now.

“Senior, did you stop me to ask for compensation for medical expenses?”

“Intentional harm shouldn’t you at least apologize, little junior?”

Jinian remained smiling: “I refuse! If you planned to scare someone, you should also be prepared to get hit. After all, these days, who doesn’t know a little amateur martial arts? And you should be thanking your lucky stars I didn’t aim a kick at your family jewels.” Her gaze drifted downward as she spoke.

Her kick had definitely been forceful his shin still ached faintly. If that kick had landed somewhere more critical… He shuddered inwardly. This girl was a little devil!

“So I should thank you for sparing my life?”

“Exactly and your future descendants!”

His face darkened.

“By the way, senior, what’s your name?”

His expression immediately brightened, as if he’d forgotten she was the little devil he’d just labeled: “Feng Zun!”

“Senior, did you come here just to scare me? Or to get beaten up?” Jinian didn’t have much reaction to the name.

Feng Zun stepped closer: “I heard the school has a remarkably bold little junior who dared to openly trouble our Master President and challenge our Young Master Yan.”

“Where did that rumor come from?” Jinian shrugged indifferently and turned to leave.

“You know Yan Qingge dislikes getting close to girls, yet you insisted you’d only join the Student Union if he did. Isn’t that troubling Nan Bei and challenging Yan Qingge?”

“Senior, that’s not fair. When I said I had conditions, Senior Nan didn’t refuse, did he? You can’t blame me for making demands just because I stated my terms.”

“Actually, is your goal to get Yan Qingge into the Student Union, or to make Nan Bei give up?”

“Are you perhaps in the Student Union, senior? Why are you so dedicated?” She glanced sideways at him and walked ahead toward the senior high school building.

Feng Zun plucked a leaf and held it between his lips, watching the graceful figure of Jinian walking in front of him. “If you ever join the Student Union, little junior, I wouldn’t mind joining in to liven things up.”

“Alright then, let’s wait together for good news from Young Master Yan.”

As she spoke, she turned her head and smiled a smile that could easily topple cities and captivate nations.