Liu Yachen effortlessly tilted his head to dodge the chubby guy's punch, reaching out to grab hold of his hand. "Engaging in fights privately will result in disciplinary action if the school finds out."

"I don't give a damn about that kind of stuff," the fatty said, glancing at the other two. Immediately, one person on each side rushed forward and grabbed Liu Yachen's arms.

The chubby guy smugly snickered, then swung his fist once again toward Liu Yachen's face.

Liu Yachen was about to lift his foot to kick away the fat guy, when suddenly he felt a tight pull from behind, forcefully pulling him back. Then he saw Yang Xuan kick away the person on his right and stand beside him.

Yang Xuan swiftly and decisively grabbed the fatty's hand and twisted it outward. At the same time, he kicked the fatty in the abdomen before turning to deal with the person who had pinned Liu Yachen's left hand.

In less than half a minute, the three individuals were immediately struck down by Yang Xuan and writhed in agony on the ground.

"Xiaoya, are you okay?" Yang Xuan asked anxiously, his eyes scanning Liu Yachen's body repeatedly from all directions.

"No problem, how come you're here?" Liu Yayin asked calmly.

"Oh... Because we finished school early today, and yesterday too, I seem to... have made you angry. So I wanted to pick you up after school and take you to eat Beijing-style cuisine," Yang Xuan answered cautiously.

"Without anger, I didn't pay attention to my strength when I made a move yesterday. Are you... alright?"

"No problem, no problem, everything is fine! It will definitely make you feel happy in the future..."

"Be careful!" Liu Yachen suddenly saw the fat man stealthily approaching Yang Xuan from behind, holding a stone in his hand.

However, Yang Xuan's height was a head taller than Liu Yachen, blocking Liu Yachen's line of sight, and by the time he saw the chubby guy, it was already too late.

Upon hearing Liu Yacheng's words, Yang Xuan reflexively turned around and coincidentally met with the fat man's hand, instantly being struck by a stone, causing blood to flow from his head.

"Click." Liu Yachen took out his phone and captured a photo of the two of them. In the photo, Fatso held a stone with bloodstains on it, while Yang Xuan covered his injured wound.

"Empty your pockets and get lost, or else I will send this photo to your teacher or the police station," Liu Yachen threatened, lifting his phone.

"Hey..." the chubby guy attempted to take a step forward and snatch the phone away.

Yang Xuan stood in front of Liu Yachen, disregarding the blood that flowed from his wounds. He fiercely glared at the fat man, his eyes filled with intense ferocity.

Slightly panicked, the chubby guy swallowed a mouthful of saliva and threw the over 100 yuan in his pocket on the ground before fleeing with the other two.

Blood slowly slid down, covering Yang Xuan's right eye. It continued to flow down his cheek, dripping onto the ground. He turned towards Liu Yachen, squinting with his right eye, and asked with a smile, "Xiao Ya, did you think I looked handsome when I was protecting you just now? Don't worry, I will always protect you, oh."

In a daze, a scene from eight years ago flashed through Liu Yachen's mind - the moment she first met Yang Xuan. Back then, Yang Xuan had a youthful face, full of innocence, and spoke with the most resolute tone, saying, "Xiao Ya, you will be my wife in the future, and I will always protect you."

For the past eight years, no matter what happened, Yang Xuan has always protected me and stayed by my side. Whenever he appears, I inexplicably feel at ease.

"Damn it! He got shot in the head... What a loser," Liu Yachen intentionally said in such a manner because he didn't have any tissues on him. He had no choice but to take off his jacket and roughly wipe the blood off his face with it. Then, he covered his wound and said, "Press on the clothes yourself."

"Oh." Yang Xuan obediently pressed his clothes against the wound.

Your one eye is covered, so you probably can't see ahead, right? I'll lead you." Liu Yachen didn't care about the money on the ground and took the initiative to hold Yang Xuan's left hand and walk forward.

"Yes, yes, I can't see clearly at all! I can't see anything!" Yang Xuan laughed foolishly, tightly gripping Liu Yachen's hand.

Seeing Yang Xuan's silly smile, Liu Yachen's lips couldn't help but gently curl up.

The two of them disregarded the gazes of the people on the road, holding hands as they planned to find their neighbor, Doctor Li, to dress the wound. They walked in silence for a while, when suddenly Yang Xuan said, "By the way, this morning in handicraft class, a few girls made some small cookies for me to eat. They tasted really good, so I brought some for you to try. They're in my pocket. Do you want to eat them now?"

Oh? Handmade cookies made by a girl? It sounds like she's very happy! Suddenly, there was an indescribable weight on Liu Yachen's chest. He didn't say a word and kept pinching Yang Xuan's palm with his fingernails.

"Huh? Ouch... Xiaoya, why are you constantly pinching the palm of my hand?" Did I say something wrong just now? Could it be that you don't like homemade cookies?"

"Shut up."

"Oh." Although Yang Xuan was completely puzzled, he still obediently complied, silently lamenting in his heart. Xiao Ya's thoughts were just so hard to grasp!