Early the next morning, Lin Ye headed to Lin Feng Academy. At the crossroads, he spotted a stunning purple-haired girl in the academy uniform sprinting toward him—it was Nan Ling. She called out, "Ye-ye! I’ve missed you to death! Come on, kiss me!"

Nan Ling pressed her lips forward, but Lin Ye dodged. She instantly put on a pitiful act. To onlookers, it looked like playful couple antics. Whispers spread, and single guys shot Lin Ye death glares, wishing they could execute him on the spot.

Sensing those murderous stares, Lin Ye shuddered. He grabbed Nan Ling’s hand and dashed toward the academy. Nan Ling cooed shyly, "Let’s stroll longer! How many kids should we have? Five boys and five girls sounds perfect, right, Ye-ye?" She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her outrageously large bosom against his side.

Stunned by her bizarre logic and the thick killing intent behind him, Lin Ye swept Nan Ling into a princess carry and strode forward.

Nan Ling beamed, hugging his head tighter. She kissed him wildly—even licking his lips! Horrified by her boldness, Lin Ye sprinted full speed to avoid being seen.

Finally at the academy, he set her down and pulled her toward his classroom. They reached F Class just as Lin Ye sighed in relief. Then Nan Ling announced dangerously, "Classmates, Ye-ye and I are officially dating! Bless us to marry and have babies soon!" She bowed Western-style.

The classroom froze in godly silence. Ouyang Chen approached Lin Ye, his face twisted into an uncharacteristically icy grin. "Yeer! Haha, hehe, heehee! After all my trust, you’d betray the FFF Club for a beauty like Ling-er? Face our judgment! Props, now!" Every F Class boy donned FFF Club cloaks. Chainsaws, crosses, firewood, and courtroom furniture materialized.

I wanted to complain, but they pinned me down, tied me with ropes, and dragged me to the F Class courtroom. A figure in the leader’s cloak adjusted his glasses with forced dignity—it was obviously Li Tianming.

"Criminal Lin Ye, do you know your crime?" the FFF Club leader boomed.

"I broke F Class rules by falling in lo—no! Nan Ling and I are just friends!" I stammered.

"You called her ‘Ling-ling.’ Not lovers? Have you already…?" the captain mused.

"Captain, skip the talk! Burn him! Burn him!" a fat guy yelled eagerly.

"Understood. Lin Ye, you heartbreaker! Scum like you create single dogs. Wang Fatty, Ouyang Chen—take him for burning!" The leader’s eyes glowed red.

"Yes!" They advanced.

"Wait! Mercy! Spare me for tomorrow’s duel!" I begged. How’d he even think of that?

"Denied. Fewer matches without you—better!"

"I’m really not Nan Ling’s boyfriend!" I made a last desperate plea.

Nan Ling stepped forward, eyes downcast. "Naughty Ye-ye… Yesterday you promised to take responsibility. But fine—I’ll be your mistress!" She kissed his lips and walked away.

F Class girls erupted in cheers. The FFF Club fell deathly silent. The leader adjusted his glasses coolly. "Last words?"

"None. Execute me," I said with a serene smile. Nan Ling’s assist shattered my hope.

"Aaaaaah!" My pig-slaughtering scream echoed through F Class.