: The F4 are all gathered.

At Saint Laurent College, all students must follow a uniform boarding system without exception.

Apart from the four people.

Their exceptional family backgrounds, unfathomable wealth and influence, have granted them absolute privileges that transcend the rules.

Each member of F4 owns their own independent castle within the academy's territory, ruling their land like a medieval lord.

Xiao Chi chose a piece of land on the east side that was adjacent to a clear lake.

However, unlike other nobles, he did not build his castle in a secluded place far from the crowds, claiming it to be quiet and peaceful.

On the contrary, his castle stands grandly in the core teaching area, standing shoulder to shoulder with the pure white teaching chapel that symbolizes purity and order.

Every freshman who needs to find their way, every time they look up to find their classroom, cannot avoid that extremely impactful scene.

Beside the low-rise teaching building, a majestic ancient castle built of dark bricks stands silently.

Its style is classical and weighty, carrying the solemn aura of the passage of time, casting a shadow full of oppression with an almost abrupt and forceful posture.

This is not just a choice of place to live, but a silent declaration: he doesn't care if he disturbs the peace and quiet, what he wants is to be watched everywhere, to have an undeniable presence.

This castle, standing shoulder to shoulder with the teaching building, is the most obvious manifestation of his flamboyant, unruly, and controlling personality.

At this moment, the castle's owner had just returned.

Her messy, striking red hair shone like a burning flame under the luxurious chandelier.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned casually as he walked down the spiral staircase.

His handsome, deep-set face bore a lingering weariness, but his innate good looks were not diminished by it.

His long, slender fingers casually ran through his hair, combing back the unruly red hair, trying to make it look neater.

Footsteps echoed in the spacious and ornate corridor. Without pausing, he walked straight to the reception room on the first floor.

His tall and imposing figure cast a long, languid yet powerful shadow in the soft light of dawn.

Xiao Chi walked straight to the study. The servant waiting by the door bowed silently and opened the heavy carved wooden door for him.

The room was filled with the faint scent of books and fir trees.

His gaze immediately fell on the large, deep red velvet sofa.

There was a figure sitting upright.

The man wore a distinctive silver-white mask that covered most of his face, revealing only his sharply defined jawline and pale lips.

His posture was impeccably elegant and upright, holding a hardcover foreign language book in his hands, his fingertips resting on the pages, engrossed in reading. Even the sound of Xiao Chi entering did not immediately disturb his concentration.

His presence enveloped the entire study in a tranquil yet chilly atmosphere.

"Oh, our esteemed Lord Night, you're acting like nothing happened after beating up your teacher and are just reading here?"

Xiao Chi's lazy voice, tinged with undisguised mockery, broke the tranquility of the study.

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure on the sofa paused almost imperceptibly.

Yun Bai didn't look up, but her fingers tightened slightly around the book. Then, a cold gaze pierced through her mask and swept over her like a physical object.

Xiao Chi quickly raised his hands in surrender, "This isn't something I said, the whole school knows you hit a teacher."

"Who?"

Concise and to the point, yet utterly inexplicable.

But Xiao Chi was Yun Bai's friend of many years, so he naturally understood what he meant.

"Who else could it be?" Xiao Chi sat down on the opposite sofa with a swagger, crossing his long legs. "Yu Fuli! That audacious new teacher from Class F who dared to ask you questions in class and then ran off with the president of your fan club."

Yunbai's fingers, which were holding the book pages, paused slightly.

Beneath the mask, almost imperceptibly, he frowned.

Yu Fuli?

That teacher has a very pretty face.

My impression is very vague, like looking through a layer of frosted glass.

They seemed to have a brief interaction in class, but he never bothered to remember unimportant people and things.

As for Xiao Chi's claims of "questioning" and "kicking away the president"...

He was completely unaware and never cared.

If Xiao Chi knew that Yun Bai could actually recall the name Yu Fuli at this moment, and even vaguely remember the blurry outline of the other party standing by the podium, he would probably be so shocked that he would jump up from the sofa.

Then, this red-haired young master would definitely rush out immediately, find that ordinary Teacher Yu, and carefully examine him from head to toe to see what extraordinary abilities he had that made Yun Bai, who never remembers people, leave even the slightest impression on him.

You have to understand, Xiao Chi himself had known Yun Bai since childhood, and after nearly ten years of relentless pursuit and witty battles, he was barely allowed to be included in the acquaintance category by this icy gentleman.

Even though they spent a whole year together during their childhood, Yunbai might not be able to accurately call him by his name back then.

This new teacher, who had no background, was able to make Yunbai remember him after only a few meetings!

"It has nothing to do with me." Yunbai's voice came through the mask, colder than usual.

"Alright, alright, I know you didn't do it." Xiao Chi shrugged, but a hint of inquiry flashed in his eyes. "However, the whole school is talking about it with great detail, saying that you personally broke that Teacher Yu's arm. Rumors of this magnitude are flying right under your nose, and you're just ignoring it? That's not like you."

He leaned forward slightly, his red hair swaying in the light.

"You know, I haven't been at school at all these past few days. I've been so stressed out by this mess at home, and what happened? I can hear about your amazing deeds even outside. Can you believe how much word has been circulating?"

Xiao Chi's tone carried his usual nonchalant air.

His wretched father, not long ago, had the audacity to bring his illegitimate son, who was not worthy of being acknowledged in public, to the old man to demand official recognition.

As a result, they were naturally punished by their enraged grandfather, and the father and son were almost beaten to death on the spot.

His "good son" should have been happy to see this happen, but his mother, whose love-struck mind was deeply ingrained, threatened to kill herself and begged him to save the unfaithful man.

Even in this chaotic moment of turmoil and blood feuds, rumors about Yunbai still managed to reach his ears with remarkable accuracy.

This is enough to show how far the rumors in the college have spread.

Based on Xiao Chi's understanding of Yun Bai, this person would never allow his name to be associated with such vile and base rumors.

He should have nipped the rumors in the bud with the coldest of measures.

Yunbai gently closed the foreign language book in her hands and placed it on her lap.

He raised his slender fingers and, through the cold, silver-white mask, rubbed his temples, a rare hint of weariness in his gesture.

"I've been away from the academy for the past few days."

Xiao Chi raised an eyebrow; this was truly unexpected.

"Someone provided a clue," Yunbai's voice lowered, as if veiled by a thin mist, "about the teacher's whereabouts. I went to verify it."

Xiao Chi understood instantly.

Yunbai harbors a thorn in his heart, a thorn from a teacher he met by chance in his childhood.

That person not only saved his life from dire straits, but also provided guidance and assistance that changed the course of his destiny in the crucial years that followed.

Yunbai harbored a complex and indescribable feeling towards that teacher, a mixture of admiration and dependence, and perhaps even a hint of something she couldn't express...

Then one day, the teacher disappeared without warning, vanishing as if into thin air.

From then on, finding the whereabouts of this mentor became a silent and persistent mission for Yunbai throughout her long life.

Any hint or clue could make him temporarily abandon everything, including the rampant rumors circulating in the academy.

His good reputation was simply because that teacher wanted him to be a good person.