"So Ye Xinran has classes here?"

"Yeah, Dad. I've already asked around."

Yang Wei nodded and led his father to the classroom building. They were here to find Ye Xinran.

But just as they reached the classroom door, both father and son froze with deeply awkward expressions.

"Why are you ignoring me, junior?"

"Uh, no... just focus on class. The teacher might call roll soon."

"Do you still think this is high school? Teachers won’t bother you if you don’t disturb others."

"But senior... I still feel it’s not right."

Hearing this, Ye Xinran puffed out her cheeks in anger. She clenched her tiny fists and lightly punched Cheng Hao’s back.

This guy was so annoying. She’d asked him to accompany her to class just to talk more. Yet he actually treated it like a real lesson.

Didn’t he know how many people envied him? If anyone else sat beside her, they’d probably wake up grinning from a dream.

Cheng Hao scratched his head, looking awkwardly at Ye Xinran. "Senior... why are you staring at me like that?"

"Because I like it."

"Li... like what?"

"You’re so annoying! You know exactly what I mean!"

Ye Xinran blushed shyly, lowering her head. She whispered softly, then her eyes sparkled with a strange light. Smiling, she glanced up at him.

"Hmph! Serves you right for ignoring me."

Ye Xinran suddenly leaned in, pressing her petite body tightly against Cheng Hao. Like a hungry tiger pouncing, she gently bit his shoulder.

The onlookers instantly wore stunned expressions. The father-son pair at the door looked utterly shocked too.

The campus belle had just bitten this freshman’s shoulder. This was... completely unacceptable.

When a girl bites a guy’s arm or shoulder, it’s never about hurting him. It’s because she adores him and wants to leave her mark.

Only someone deeply intimate would do this. Biting isn’t punishment in love—it’s affection.

Could it be... the campus belle and this freshman were already this close?

This was pure PDA!

Their pure angel... was she really dating now?

If they hadn’t seen it themselves, everyone would think it a dream.

Outside the classroom, Yang Wei glared furiously at Cheng Hao. His venomous eyes seemed to want to tear him apart.

Yang Wei had heard rumors about Cheng Hao and Ye Xinran before, but nothing this intimate. Now they looked like a couple head over heels.

He’d never imagined his long-craved Ye Xinran would date a freshman. From her expression, she clearly adored Cheng Hao. Who knew what they’d done behind closed doors?

Just picturing his goddess being so close to a poor student twisted Yang Wei’s face into a grotesque snarl.

After meeting Ye Xinran at a dinner party, Yang Wei had schemed his way into Donghai University to win her. He believed no one but him deserved her.

During freshmen training, when Ye Xinran showed up, he’d deluded himself she’d come for him. Their fathers had business ties, after all. He even fantasized she’d been longing for him since that dinner.

But Ye Xinran acted like she’d forgotten him completely. Even when he greeted her, she ignored him as if he were air.

Then came the final blow: she’d come for someone else—a freshman named Cheng Hao.

Rage exploded in Yang Wei. If Ye Xinran weren’t here, he’d have torn Cheng Hao apart already.

He was the one who came first. He was the one who knew her first.

Why had his goddess been stolen by some penniless pretty boy? He couldn’t accept it.

Watching his furious son, Yang Dianfeng patted his shoulder. "Calm down. This is unseemly." He shook his head softly. "Remember what I said? Don’t rush. We’ll deal with him later—as long as no one dies."

"Okay... Dad, I’ll listen," Yang Wei breathed deeply.

He’d once thought his father’s methods cruel. But after seeing this, breaking Cheng Hao’s legs felt too kind—he wanted him dead.

"This Cheng Hao... he looks familiar," Yang Dianfeng murmured, frowning as he studied the distant figure. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t place him. He dropped it.

"Urgent matters first—we must solve this for you."

"Xiaowei, call Xinran out."

"Just like that? What will you say to her, Dad?" Yang Wei asked, puzzled.

"I do business with her father. I’m practically family. She’ll listen to me."

"Barging in isn’t good, Dad. Class ends in minutes. Let’s wait," Yang Wei suggested, worried about her impression.

"Fine. As you wish," Yang Dianfeng nodded.

Cheng Hao felt helpless. Ye Xinran’s bite didn’t hurt—in fact, it felt nice. But this PDA made him uneasy. If someone snapped a photo online, who knew what Ye Zihan would think...

"Senior, your drool’s dripping," Cheng Hao said, looking at her.

"Liar! I’m not drooling!" Ye Xinran glared with mock anger, growing genuinely flustered.

"Just kidding," Cheng Hao smiled.

"I’ll... bite you to death!" Frustrated, Ye Xinran pressed against his back, ready to chomp hard.

Cheng Hao only felt a tickle. He glanced back—she was smiling again.

After September comes October. Our meeting time is near... I won’t stay mad at you.