Chapter 947: How Is It You Again?

Song Ziyi froze, then his expression turned cold—but in an instant, he regained composure and smiled.

“Hello, Zhou Anqin, I’m Brother Zihui; we’ve met before.”

“I remember!” Zhou Anqin nodded, looking toward Song Zihui as he approached.

The young man was Liu Ran, who watched Song Ziyi with sharp suspicion.

But to Liu Ran, Song Ziyi acted as if he didn’t exist, speaking in a warm, resonant voice.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. That day, our brief encounter left your lovely, radiant image etched in my mind, as if carved into my soul—I couldn’t sleep a single night.”

“Today, I’ve finally gathered the courage to come to you—not to confess my love, but to express my admiration, and hope you’ll give me a chance to pursue you.”

“Give your mom a chance!” Without warning, Liu Ran swung his fist and delivered a straight punch to Song Ziyi’s eye.

“Bang!”

“Ow!”

Song Ziyi screamed in pain, his left eye instantly blackened, tears streaming down his face.

“Fucking hell, you’re trying to steal someone’s girl right in front of me? You think I’m invisible?”

“Bang!” Liu Ran roared in fury and kicked Song Ziyi square in the stomach.

“Aaaah!” A more piercing scream burst from Song Ziyi’s mouth as he collapsed to the ground.

Liu Ran stepped forward, straddled Song Ziyi, and unleashed a flurry of wild punches, leaving Song Ziyi howling in agony.

Song Zihui was paralyzed with shock—the events unfolded too suddenly, no one expected Liu Ran to suddenly attack.

“Stop!”

“Stop!”

“Don’t hit him!”

“Liu Ran, are you crazy?”

Finally, Song Ziyi’s screams jolted everyone awake; several teachers and Zhou Anqin pulled Liu Ran off.

Last time Song Ziyi was beaten, he suffered unbearable pain—but showed no external injuries.

This time, the pain wasn’t as excruciating, but his face was bruised and swollen—his appearance was utterly ruined.

At that moment, security arrived and studied Song Ziyi closely, blurting out:

“Holy shit, how is it you again?”

Song Ziyi’s eyes were swollen shut; he could barely make out shadows. He opened his mouth to curse, but the wound on his lip pulled tight—he sucked in a sharp breath of pain.

“Keep a close eye on this attacker,” the guard pointed at Song Ziyi: “He’s a returned overseas Chinese businessman—I’m calling the police right now.”

Liu Ran stuck out his chin and shouted: “I did it alone—I won’t run.”

“Are you childish?” Zhou Anqin shot Liu Ran a furious glare, shoved the flowers back into his arms, and turned to support Song Ziyi. “Mr. Song, how are you feeling? Let me help you to the hospital.”

As she spoke, she thought: If this isn’t handled well, Liu Ran will suffer badly. Song Ziyi’s status is clear—beating him this badly won’t go unpunished. She had to calm him down first.

Song Ziyi was shattered—he’d come to the art academy twice, and both times he got beaten. What kind of world was this?

And now he’d been beaten in front of so many people—how could he ever show his face at the academy again? Without the academy, how could he get closer to Zhou Anqin?

His rage had reached its peak; if he pushed any harder, he might just combust.

But the moment he heard Zhou Anqin’s caring voice—like celestial music—his fury vanished instantly, and his injuries seemed to heal.

Yet he grew even weaker, leaning against Zhou Anqin, voice faint:

“Alright… I have no strength left. Please help me there.”

“Bullshit!” Liu Ran yanked Song Ziyi away and shoved him back to the ground. “Stop pretending—you’ve got nothing but surface bruises. How could you be weak?”

Zhou Anqin pinched the bridge of her nose—I’m cleaning up your mess, and you just kicked it into a pile of shit again. How am I supposed to fix this?

Sure enough, Song Ziyi’s suppressed anger flared again: “I don’t know who you are, but I’m pursuing Zhou Anqin openly and honestly. You attacked me for no reason—get ready for prison.”

“Mr. Song!”

Zhou Anqin had barely spoken when Song Ziyi cut her off.

“Anqin, don’t say anything—I’m going through legal channels.”

Nearby, An Congwen had watched the entire scene.

He noticed Zhou Anqin had never dropped the flowers—even at the end, she returned them to the young man’s arms. That proved she had feelings for him; otherwise, she would’ve thrown the flowers away when he attacked.

But the boy was still too young, too impulsive. Just now, Zhou Anqin was clearly trying to help him, to smooth things over—and yet he ruined it by shoving Song Ziyi down.

Still, as long as Xiao Qin was unharmed, An Congwen wasn’t worried—he was just curious how this girl would now help the boy.

The police officer who arrived was Zhang Zhonghui. He took one look at Song Ziyi’s bruised face and immediately recognized him—his expression turned bizarre.

“Mr. Song, how is it you… again?”

He didn’t know how to finish the sentence. Was this guy back in China to invest—or to get beaten?

“I got beaten again?” Song Ziyi snapped. “Is this the level of public safety in China? Last time, the attacker wasn’t caught—and now I’m attacked again for no reason! You must give me an explanation, or I’ll report this to the U.S. Embassy.”

Zhang Zhonghui’s heart jolted—diplomacy was no trivial matter. This guy had invoked the embassy; he couldn’t be brushed off.

“Bullshit!” Liu Ran cursed. “What do you mean ‘for no reason’? Zhou Anqin is my girlfriend. You harassed her—so who else should I hit?”

Zhou Anqin was about to deny it—but something stirred in her heart, and the words died on her lips.

Zhang Zhonghui’s eyes lit up—if this guy was truly harassing a girl’s boyfriend, this case became simple.

“Student, is what he says true?”

“Yes.”

Zhou Anqin nodded. The answer stunned everyone.

Liu Ran grinned like an idiot.

Song Ziyi’s heart sank. Through his slitted eyes, he glared at Zhou Anqin—malice flashed in his gaze.

The students, especially the girls, couldn’t believe their ears.

Because Liu Ran and Song Ziyi were incomparable—anyone with sense could see that.

One was a street thug, the other a social elite—yet Zhou Anqin’s choice was utterly unexpected.

“This guy’s name is Song Ziyi. He’s my roommate’s older brother. I met him once on registration day—and it was less than half an hour. My roommate can confirm it.”

“To be honest, I forgot his name. I never expected him to show up today claiming that after just a fleeting glance, my lovely, beautiful appearance haunted him so much he couldn’t sleep—and now he’s been beaten by my boyfriend.”