Unsaid emotions blossom between two boys, Wang Yibo and Xiao Zhan, in school, but they are being pulled apart by the seeds of hatred growing in each other's hearts due to Jiang Zhuocheng.
Ten years later, Yibo knocks on the door of Zhan's heart to h...
Yibo moves backward with his eyes fixed on Zhan, who appears visibly uncomfortable and fidgety. He senses the tension emanating from Zhan, feeling a surge of dominance as he recognizes the power he holds over him, relishing the control it offers. Watching Zhan fidget, Yibo can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at knowing he can make him so uneasy with just a simple look.
With a playful wink, he turns slightly and is taken aback to see the formidable Jiang Zhuocheng standing there. It seems like today is going to be busier than he expected.
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"Sorry," Cheng apologizes, walking past without realizing the impact of his presence.
Yibo feels anger and frustration that Cheng doesn't remember him. He clenches his fists, feeling the familiar surge of resentment boiling within him. It has been years since their last physical altercation, but the wounds are still fresh in his heart. "You may have forgotten me, but I have not forgotten you. I will make you remember every single moment of pain you caused me." He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check.
"How can this 'sorry' be enough for me, Cheng?" he bites out.
Cheng stops in his tracks and turns back, quirking an eyebrow. He doesn't speak, but with the other's smirk, he somehow feels in the depths of his mind who is standing in front of him, which strikes him square in the gut.
Yibo's smirk turns into a devilish grin that he knows everyone despises. It is an effective tool on its own to keep people at bay and make them recall whose path they are stepping into.
For several weeks in physical education, students had been practicing various sports, each with its own allure. Yibo loved it because it often led to fights in whichever sport they chose. It was a fun and physical mix that he enjoyed after Zhan.
During that time, a contest was taking place on the field, so most of the students were cheering for the participants while he wandered around the gym, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
Expectantly, Haoxuan, the school bully, had beaten a kid in the corner. Usually, he targeted individuals who were on a similar level to his own. However, on those rare occasions when it happened, he would choose someone larger or smaller than himself just to see how they fared. This particular incident was one of those rare moments when he picked Peixin.
They fought fiercely, their fists landing hard blows on each other's bodies. Upon entering, Yibo caught Haoxuan's attention, and he welcomed him to join in. Yibo appreciated it and thought, why not, since he didn't know who Peixin was? Frankly, he didn't care whom he was going to fight.
He smirked smugly and waited for Peixin to rise, his eyes narrowing as he prepared to challenge him for strength. "Are you nervous, Peixin?" he asked, knowing the answer well.
Peixin, who was usually quiet and irritable, weakly smiled and looked around at the small crowd surrounding them. He felt a lack of energy and confidence within himself, but he couldn't back down, not in front of everyone. With a deep breath, he scoffed, "You wish, bitch."
A red haze clouded Yibo's vision as he backed Peixin into a corner, with anger simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over. The crowd, acting as the audience, didn't care about anything, just cheering them on until Peixin pushed Yibo away.
Yibo balanced his foot in the middle and raised his arms, gloating in triumph.
With a roll of his eyes, Peixin stepped forward and hesitantly joined his hands with Yibo's. They struggled for dominance, appearing as though they were engaged in a game of mercy. In a swift move, Peixin swept out one of Yibo's legs, causing him to fall hard to the floor with a heavy thud.
Yibo growled in annoyance.
Peixin couldn't help but smirk as he stood tall, the competitive fire in his eyes burning brightly.
Yibo growled harder and kicked Peixin's knee, causing him to stumble back. With a smirk, he quickly flipped himself back onto his feet and lunged at Peixin, ending up on top of him. He captured Peixin's head in a headlock and groaned, "Fucking worthless piece of trash. I will break that mouth of yours that called me 'bitch.'"
"Fuck you!" Peixin exclaimed, trying to figure out how to counter and escape.
The gym fell into a dead silence, as everything had happened so fast. Once again, Peixin was cornered and received a barrage of punches. Despite trying to fight back, he struggled to land even a single hit. He could feel his vision beginning to blur as Yibo's fists rained down on him, each blow feeling like a hammer against his skull.
As the pain intensified, Peixin's heart pounded in his chest. Blood trickled from below his left eye as he found himself backed into a corner, shielding his head from Yibo's brutal blows. He understood he was no match for Yibo's strength and skill. At that moment of distress, his cousin, Jiang Zhuocheng, appeared out of nowhere.
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Cheng growled and locked eyes with Yibo, issuing a stern warning. "If you lay a hand on him again, I swear I will break those hands of yours and render them useless."
Yibo, seemingly unfazed, tauntingly challenged Cheng and struck him forcefully in the chest. "Oh, come on, do it. I'm like a fire! If you play with me, you will get burned. If you piss off someone like me, it will get you blown up, as such is my fiery nature."
Cheng clenched his fists, his eyes ablaze with fury, and his teeth grated. He could feel the anger bubbling within him, ready to engulf him.
Before a fight could break out, the crowd separated into two, creating a path for the gym teacher, who despised any form of violence. Blowing a whistle, he commanded attention. "Enough!"
Everyone froze, and the gym fell deadly silent. "Yibo! Go to Mr. Guangshan's office," the enraged gym teacher ordered. When Yibo didn't budge, he repeated it with even more aggression. "Now!"
Groaning, Yibo shoved everyone out of his way and left the gym with a string of insulting slurs escaping his mouth.
At present, Yibo's dark brown eyes still connect with Cheng's brown eyes, reflecting a fiery determination amidst all this chaos. There is no semblance of forgiveness or worry between either of them; only aggression and pure revenge remain.
Cheng loses control when he realizes who stands in front of him. His face reddens with rage, but it isn't anything new. "You!" he growls, pointing a finger at Yibo. "I should have known you would show up sometime," he sneers, his voice laced with bitterness, as he reaches out to grab Yibo by the jacket, determined to settle everything that started ten years ago. However, Zhan intervenes just in time, blocking his path and preventing a physical altercation from erupting.
Yibo chuckles and adjusts his jacket, shaking his head. Nothing can stop him if he wants to do something. He ignores Zhan and advances further into Cheng's space to whisper the things he longs to say. "I'm like a fire, Cheng," he declares defiantly, his gaze unwavering. He smirks, satisfaction evident in his expression as he walks away.
