Shanhai High School

Lin Jing was pretty much your average good student, as he was serious, diligent, and polite. After his second-grade high school transferred, he was forcibly recruited to become a minion of the troubled student, who had ranked first from last in the grade. In this regard, Lin Jing had confusedly raised a question, “Why?” Ji XingLing, who hung a school uniform over his shoulders, sloppily leaned against the wall, as the golden sunlight fell on the tip of his hair. “Can’t help it; blame yourself for being a careless little monster.” Lin Jing, “?” It’s over; this boy must have a loose screw. On the day of his eighteenth birthday, Young Master Ji who had styled all over his hair with pomade...