From the start, Zhan Yuxi had never considered Meng Chenzhou as a potential participant.

She was no longer the clueless little girl she once was-—she knew him too well.

Meng Chenzhou was clearly not someone who enjoyed lively events.

Years ago, he didn't even want to attend school, yet he had been by her side through thick and thin all these years. But in all that time, not once had she seen him participate in any kind of athletic activity.

Usually, she would take part in these events, and he would quietly watch from the sidelines.

After all, how else could he have earned the nickname "The Quiet Prodigy"?

In class, whenever people saw Meng Chenzhou, he was always quietly studying. Even Zhan Yuxi herself had rarely seen him do anything remotely athletic.

But as soon as those words left Meng Chenzhou's mouth, Fang Jinglin, sitting across from them, swallowed nervously.

Unlike Zhan Yuxi, who doubted Meng Chenzhou's abilities, Fang Jinglin's mind was flooded with memories.

He vividly remembered the time he had tried to impress Zhan Yuxi by following some terrible advice from his troublemaking friends. Back then, he had secretly arranged for a group of older boys to corner Meng Chenzhou.

It had been during a break between classes, in the boys restroom.

A group of upperclassmen had suddenly blocked Meng Chenzhou's path.

Any other student would've been terrified.

But Fang Jinglin had watched from a hiding spot as Meng Chenzhou cast a calm, almost indifferent glance in his direction.

Then, Meng Chenzhou had rolled up his sleeves.

One by one, he took them down. If one came at him, he knocked him out. If two attacked, he floored them both.

A group of older boys, all taller and stronger than him, ended up sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain, barely conscious.

Even now, Fang Jinglin could still recall how Meng Chenzhou hadn't even spared a glance at the beaten-up group.

He had simply pulled out his phone, made a call to a teacher, and within minutes, those upperclassmen were led away.

Afterward, Meng Chenzhou had returned to the classroom.

As he passed Fang Jinglin's desk, he had paused and given him a single, quiet look.

That look had frozen Fang Jinglin in place. For the first time in his life, the boy who feared nothing and no one felt a chill run down his spine.

From that day forward, Fang Jinglin hadn't dared to provoke Meng Chenzhou again.

Surprisingly, Meng Chenzhou had never brought up the incident.