The class monitor ignored him, sending a very serious message to Yan Xiyue: "In short, you'd better keep a little distance from her. This person is highly dangerous!"
The others didn't object either, clearly agreeing with the class monitor.
Yan Xiyue's eyes held a hint of confusion, but she felt there was no need to argue about this matter. She didn't need to report her friendships to them, so she replied obediently, "I understand."
Although Yan Xiyue appeared as a cute girl on the outside, she was not so on the inside. She had her own opinions. Seeing is believing, and hearing is false. As for what kind of person she truly was, she would judge for herself.
Silence returned to the group chat, and Yan Xiyue sat at her desk, diligently working on her practice tests. She was already in G2, and exams were fast approaching, so she was usually very diligent.
On the other side, after Xingyuan left, she couldn't help but ride her beloved motorcycle to a racing club she used to frequent.
She enjoyed pursuing thrills and had experienced many high-risk activities like skydiving and mountain climbing. Among them, racing excited her the most.
She also possessed great talent in this area. The competition she participated in abroad back then was a racing event.
Xingyuan inherited everything from her, including her preferences. So, the moment she saw the club, she couldn't move. Thus, she simply walked in.
"Xingyuan is here! It's been a while since you last visited!" the club coach greeted her familiarly.
"Mm, I've been a bit busy!" Xingyuan replied while petting the McLaren in the club.
For a true racer, a good car was like a brother, and it was cared for with the utmost affection.
"Have you considered what I told you last time? The CX team is very sincere in inviting you to join. For a newcomer with no achievements, these terms are incredibly generous." The coach walked over, asking earnestly.
"I'm not considering these things right now. I'll give you an answer about racing after I graduate in a year!" Xingyuan looked up, her gaze equally serious.
"That's fine! Good things take time!" The coach laughed heartily and patted Xingyuan's shoulder.
"Alright, enough talk. I haven't been here in a long time, I'm going to do a lap first." Xingyuan eagerly climbed into the car.
The soul spirit, not yet fully integrated, was in a state of equal excitement with her. Unlike Xingyuan, this world's her truly wanted to develop in racing.
She hoped that one day she could stand on the world stage and proudly tell everyone that she had always been an existence to be looked up to, not just a delinquent girl who only knew how to fight.
It was a pity that just as she was about to achieve her wish, she was ruined by a scumbag.
A fire burned in Xingyuan's heart. She gently released the clutch and stepped on the accelerator. The car shot out like an arrow from a bow.
Three minutes later, Xingyuan returned to the starting point.
Due to limited conditions, the track wasn't very long, but she still earned the coach's astonishment.
"Three minutes and eleven seconds! That's over twenty seconds faster than before. You truly are a naturally gifted racer."
Facing the surprised gazes of those around her, Xingyuan frowned slightly. She disliked being watched like a monkey.
As a VIP user of the club, she enjoyed certain privileges, but there were only a few tracks. Lincheng wasn't a major international city, so it was inevitable that she would encounter others.
Therefore, when Xingyuan saw people gathering towards her, she decisively withdrew. After completing one lap, her bloodlust had cooled considerably, and her integration level had reached eighty percent, so she could go back to rest.
As Xingyuan arrived at her doorstep, she saw a familiar figure from afar.
Yu Wennian held a bouquet of roses, gazing affectionately at Xingyuan, who was coolly removing her helmet and placing it on the handlebars of her motorcycle.
She hadn't had the time to deal with him, but he had specifically come to her. Good, it saved her an extra trip.
"Xingyuan, you don't know, I truly can't bear the days without you. I wanted to turn around and leave with great manliness, but I like and care about you too much! So, tell me, what exactly did I do to upset you? As long as you tell me, I'm willing to change for you."
"Oh? You mean you're willing to do anything for me." His face was right there, waiting for her to slap it. She should give him some face.
"Yes!" Yu Wennian was still lost in the fantasy that Xingyuan had feelings for him.
"Alright! Then go get plastic surgery first! Just looking at your face makes me want to vomit." Xingyuan instinctively reached for a cigarette in her pocket, then, as if remembering something, awkwardly touched the handlebars of her motorcycle.
Yu Wennian: "..."
"Xingyuan, don't joke. Haven't we always liked each other?" Yu Wennian chuckled awkwardly, trying to save face.
"I'm not joking, and I wouldn't joke with you. Besides, are you sure the person you're talking about who likes you is me? Isn't it that little follower who's always trailing me?" Xingyuan smirked, her gaze radiating intimidation.
"This... how could that be?" Yu Wennian's heart leaped. He realized she had discovered the truth, but he still refused to admit it.
"Alright, I don't have the mood to deal with your messy affairs. We were just playing around to begin with, and now that you've made a mistake, there's nothing between us anymore."
Xingyuan rubbed her wrists, doing some warm-up exercises.
"Now it's time to settle our score. You've been doing a lot of things in my name recently! It's okay, I'm always generous, so! I can overlook past matters, but from now on, remember to take a detour, because! I'll beat you up every time I see you!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Xingyuan took a running start and punched Yu Wennian to the ground. As Yu Wennian clutched his face, she kicked him again.
Then, she struck with both fists.
"Slap, slap, slap, crackle, pop, pop!"
Xingyuan rubbed her palms, which were only slightly red, with satisfaction. This body's constitution was truly excellent! She had hit him for so long and he wasn't seriously injured.
Humming a little tune, Xingyuan parked her motorcycle in the yard and closed the door.
Yu Wennian, his face bruised and unrecognizable, struggled a few times but couldn't stand up. Then, his trembling hand reached for his phone and he called one of his sycophants.