He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 263 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 13)

Zhou Xian was determined to advance his relationship with Zhou Yan, and no obstacle could sever his resolve.

He brought Zhou Yan breakfast, helped him with his chores, and would get angry if he heard someone saying bad things about him.

He was like a busy little bee, buzzing around Zhou Yan every day, and the neighbors at the next table were touched by his enthusiasm.

But Zhou Yan remained unmoved, his face cold.

Having witnessed pure and unadulterated sincerity and kindness, the hypocrisy before me is nauseating to even look at.

Once again, Zhou Yan threw away the breakfast that Zhou Xian had brought.

Zhou Xian couldn't control himself anymore and cursed under his breath, "That bitch doesn't know what's good for her."

He pretended to be extremely heartbroken, pushed open the classroom door and ran out. It was during morning reading time, and he bumped into the homeroom teacher.

The homeroom teacher asked him gently what was wrong, and he only said, "I'm going for a walk."

The homeroom teacher frowned, disapproving: "This is morning reading time..."

The rest of the conversation was interrupted by the principal, who arrived after hearing the news. The principal had a particularly kind and gentle expression: "It's fine for Zhou to go for a walk. The school has just planted a lot of new flowers and plants, so go and take a look."

Zhou Xian curled his lips into a "you know what's good for you" look and walked away.

The homeroom teacher looked at the principal, then at the people walking away, completely bewildered: "Dad, what's going on...?"

"Next time you see Zhou Xian, ignore him. Let him do whatever he wants, understand?" The principal resumed his usual stern demeanor and instructed the homeroom teacher.

The homeroom teacher asked uncertainly, "...Understand?"

The principal, exasperated, exclaimed, "Don't you understand? This person has powerful connections! You idiot!"

The homeroom teacher suddenly realized and exclaimed, "Oh, I see! Thank you, Dad!"

The principal looked around and quickly shushed him, "Keep your voice down! How many times have I told you, you're not allowed to call me 'Dad' at school!"

"Okay, Dad... uh, Principal."

"roll."

The principal was furious and couldn't bear to look at him. He had been shrewd all his life, but in the end, he had a stupid son. He was so angry.

I'm really worried that even after a hundred years, lying in a coffin, I'll still have to worry about being brought back to life by anger.

Zhou Xian walked to a secluded, deserted place, took out his mobile phone, and made a call: "This afternoon, intercept him."

After receiving a reply of "received," Zhou Xian hung up the phone, glanced around, turned around and went back to the classroom, acting as if nothing had happened, and continued to talk to Zhou Yan.

However, his bloodshot eyes constantly revealed that he had cried.

His classmates felt sorry for him and tried to comfort him, but he only said, "I really want to be friends with Zhou."

Zhou Xian had a fair and delicate face, a typical feminine appearance for a boy. He was about 1.75 meters tall, tall and slender, and everyone who saw him would say he was pleasing to the eye.

Unlike Zhou Yan's brooding and refined features, Zhou Xian's handsomeness is straightforward, like sunshine on your skin, sweet and warm.

Students: ...We can't persuade them, but we feel sorry for them...

It's definitely not because of that face.

The workload in the first year of high school is not heavy. There are no international students in the school to take extra classes, and school ends on Friday afternoons.

It just so happened that it was Zhou Yan's turn to be on duty. After he took out the trash and packed his schoolbag, only Zhou Xian was left in the classroom.

He smiled brightly, "Zhou Yan, shall we go together? I haven't been to your house yet."

Zhou Yan glanced at him sideways: "Are we that close?"

Zhou Xian's smile froze, and he looked at the young man who had turned and left, revealing a sinister smile.

Little brother, you're really hard to deal with. I really don't like you. I'll wait until those people have pulled all your thorns out before I come back to play the game of making friends with you.

He kicked over the tables and chairs, exhaled, and dialed the phone: "Where is he?"

"Wait in the alley."

"Okay, remember, don't damage his kidneys, the rest is up to you."