When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 21 - 0: Tell me who that man is

The campus in October was filled with a cool, refreshing breeze.

Under the shade of the trees on the sports field, two figures strolled leisurely to class.

Having just finished running, Jiang Shuyao’s forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. A light breeze brushed by, causing her airy bangs to flutter gently. Dressed in her blue and white school uniform amidst the rich autumnal colors, she looked both sweet and youthful, brimming with a girlish charm.

At the nearby basketball court, Chen Jin, who had been talking animatedly, suddenly stopped mid-sentence upon seeing this scene.

After staring wistfully for a while, he said thoughtfully, "Brother Yan, actually, I think it’s pretty normal for a girl like Little Fairy to receive love letters."

A girl that beautiful would stand out anywhere she went. Even Pei Yan couldn’t resist her, let alone the ordinary people in our lives.

Pei Yan had been looking at a photo on his phone with an expressionless face. His eyes were dark and unfathomable, somewhat intimidating.

Hearing that some guy had brazenly handed a love letter to Little Fairy, the guys had planned to come over and back up their leader. But Chen Jin, the brainless one, had lost track of the person in just a short while.

Now, it was a mess. The photo showed only a blurry side profile of the guy—nose and eyes indiscernible. Finding him was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

On the other hand, the boss had been staring at the photo ever since he saw it, as if he were trying to bore a hole through the person in it.

No wonder—he was embarrassed. The girl he had his eye on had accepted a love letter from someone else. Anyone would lose face in that situation.

Seeing that things weren’t going well, Chen Jin wisely chose to keep his mouth shut. To break the tension, he casually threw a basketball into the hoop, but damn, that ball was really blind.

Jiang Shuyao was arm in arm with Tang Xing, preparing to take a shortcut to the library after crossing Xiao Lu.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound by her ear, and a basketball from behind almost grazed her cheek as it flew by.

The basketball succeeded in halting the two girls’ steps. Tang Xing turned around angrily to look at the court and immediately frowned, "Such bad luck, why did we run into them?"

The school basketball team, with Pei Yan at the helm, a bunch of second-generation rich kids. They were notoriously the worst to mess with in Yunzhong.

Jiang Shuyao was taken aback, obviously knowing who her deskmate was referring to.

Not hitting anyone wasn’t a big deal. She didn’t say anything, just silently continued walking forward.

Seeing this, Tang Xing had no choice but to mumble and follow, "Exactly, we can’t provoke them, but we can still avoid them, right?"

Over there, Chen Jin looked innocent, glancing cautiously at his leader, "Heh heh, thank goodness it didn’t hit."

If it had hit someone, his head might have been in trouble.

Brother Yan didn’t always hold back.

The atmosphere grew tenser. Pei Yan’s face was cold as he turned and said, "Pass me the ball."

Under the watchful eyes of the three, he took the ball from Xu Kanfeng’s hand and tossed it with a single hand. The ball landed in front of Jiang Shuyao, just one centimeter from her toes, bouncing and rolling into the grass.

This time, Jiang Shuyao was forced to stop.

Seeing the girl stand still at a distance, Pei Yan carelessly tugged at the corner of his mouth, his hands slid into his pockets, and he approached with long strides.

Tang Xing was frightened speechless, her words failing her, as she tightened her grip on Jiang Shuyao’s arm.

"Yaoyao, what does Pei Yan want? Did he just try to kill us with that ball?"

The first instance could be chalked up to a slip, but the second was clearly intentional.

Rumors had been going around Yunzhong for some time claiming that school tyrant Pei Yan had violent tendencies, and it seemed they were true!

Holding her deskmate’s trembling hand, Jiang Shuyao sighed softly, "Don’t be afraid, he’s just playing around."

Playing around?

She sure knew how to comfort someone.

Pei Yan overheard this comment and couldn’t stop the annoyance rising within him.

Tall with long legs, it took him only a moment to stop in front of Jiang Shuyao.

He opened the photo on his phone, lifting it to her eyes with a smile tinged with coldness, "Two things. Tear up the love letter, and tell me who that guy is."

Jiang Shuyao was stunned and her brow furrowed slightly.

At his height of nearly one meter ninety, she had to look up slightly to meet his gaze.

He leaned in close, his breath hot on her head, carrying a forcefully restrained sense of oppression.

Jiang Shuyao didn’t understand why this little rascal was going crazy again, but she caught the key information.

Love letter?