Everyone said that Wen Yufeng was the school bully of No. 1 High School. Cutting classes, fighting, poor grades, smoking and clubbing to make girlfriends, he did all kinds of bad things. Until a young talented girl from middle school skipped some grades. “Brother Yu, the grandsons of No. 3 High School are looking for trouble again! What should we do?” The boy flung aside his cigarette, his eyes narrowed, and his handsome face was lazy and ruthless: “Kill them.” At night, the fiendish entourage arrived at the door of the No. 1 class. A slender beautiful girl was standing at the boys’ desk. Her voice was soft. “He hasn’t finished his vocabulary, so he can’t go.”