The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

The sun shines unreservedly on the training ground of the university fighting club. Chu Guan, the club's leading figure, stands upright in the center of the field, his eyes as sharp as a soldier about to charge into battle, exuding a powerful aura that is hard to ignore. His strong muscles tremble slightly in the sun, as if they contain endless power, and every breath carries a sense of confidence and majesty.

Member Xie Xuan'an arrived here as promised. His eyes were cold but also had a bit of elusive haze, as if hiding countless secrets. He was upright, but with a hint of imperceptible tension, as if he was trying his best to suppress some emotion in his heart.

At the beginning of the training, Chu Guan's eyes were stern, and his figure rushed out like lightning, with a fierce straight punch towards Xie Xuan'an's face. The wind from the punch seemed to be able to break through all obstacles and brought up a slight airflow. Xie Xuan'an was not in a hurry, and easily dodged it by turning his body to the side, followed by a fierce sweeping kick counterattack, so fast that people could not react. His movements were clean and neat, like a cheetah attacking, with a sense of decisiveness and determination. Chu Guan reacted very quickly, jumped high to avoid it, and then attacked Xie Xuan'an with another fierce roundhouse kick. Every one of his movements was full of strength and skill, as if it had been tempered by thousands of hammers.

In previous sparring sessions, Xie Xuan'an could usually barely cope in the first half, but as time went on, his lack of physical strength and skills would always put him at a disadvantage. But today, the situation was completely different. After several rounds, Xie Xuan'an not only defended perfectly, but also attacked fiercely, and every counterattack was accurate and powerful, and he was evenly matched with Chu Guan.

Chu Guanxin was filled with astonishment, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead like rain. He took a deep breath to adjust his breathing, and was secretly surprised in his heart: "Why does Xie Xuan'an seem like a different person today? But such a fierce confrontation is really exciting. It's been a long time since I met an opponent who can hold my own for such a long time."

He stared at Xie Xuan'an and found that Xie Xuan'an, who used to have a good relationship with him, seemed to be in a strange state today. In the past, when Xie Xuan'an was fighting, his expression would change with the situation, sometimes nervous, sometimes focused, and occasionally he would make eye contact with him, as if seeking guidance or encouragement. But today, Xie Xuan'an had a cold face from beginning to end. Only after a long period of fierce confrontation, would he occasionally reveal an unfathomable gloomy smile, which seemed to emerge from the abyss of darkness, making people shudder, as if he was caught in some extreme emotions.

Chu Guan couldn't help but look up to Xie Xuan'an.

After a fierce contest, both of them stopped sweating. Chu Guan supported his knees with his hands, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling violently, like an overloaded steam engine. He stared at Xie Xuan'an with a puzzled look, his eyes full of inquiry and confusion, as if he wanted to penetrate Xie Xuan'an's soul and find the root of his change: "Xuan, your performance today is so unexpected! What happened?"

Xie Xuan'an was silent for a while, his eyes wandering, as if he was considering his words, and then he said lightly: "President, I just don't want to lose again." His voice was as calm as water, without any ripples, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back, leaving Chu Guan standing there, full of doubts like a mess, and he couldn't figure it out.

At noon, the cafeteria was bustling with people. Xie Xuanan sat alone at a table in the corner, his eyes unfocused like two dry wells, mechanically stuffing rice into his mouth, without any reaction to the bustle around him. His fingers fiddled with the chopsticks unconsciously, as if they were not tableware, but the sustenance of his thoughts.

Su Yi came over happily with a tray and sat down, saying excitedly: "Xuan'an, our school is going to hold a super large-scale cultural evening party, and I am going to sign up to perform. What do you think?" His face was full of anticipation and his eyes were shining with excitement, as if he was already standing in the center of the stage, accepting the cheers of thousands of audiences.

Xie Xuan'an continued to eat silently, as if he hadn't heard anything. His eyes were wandering, as if his thoughts were drifting to a faraway place. His mouth opened and closed, and the chewing movement seemed a little numb. He didn't respond to Su Yi's words at all.

Su Yi talked for a long time and found that Xie Xuan'an didn't respond, so he couldn't help asking: "Xuan, why are you so silent today? Is there something on your mind?" There was a hint of concern in his voice, and his brows were slightly frowned, trying to find a clue from Xie Xuan'an's expression.

Xie Xuan'an raised his head and forced a smile. That smile was like a mask stuck on his face, stiff and fake: "I'm fine, just a little tired." His voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

Although Su Yi felt strange, he continued, "I'm going to sing a very popular song, which will definitely amaze the audience." He described his performance plan with his hands and feet, his eyes full of confidence and longing. But Xie Xuan'an still didn't react, he just ate his meal silently, his eyes turned cold again.

Yi Shou, who was not far away, had been observing Xie Xuan'an, muttering to himself, "This guy has been a little abnormal lately." There was confusion and worry in his eyes that he himself was not aware of, and the chopsticks in his hand unconsciously poked the food.

At night, the moon hid behind the clouds and the campus was dark. Xie Xuan quietly left the school alone and his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness. His footsteps were hurried, as if he was being pulled by an invisible force, and every step was full of determination.

When he came back, it was already early morning. He was walking hurriedly, looking tired, and there was a faint smell of blood on his body. His clothes were a little messy, his hair was a little messy, and his eyes showed a trace of excitement and strong vigilance.

Chu Guan, who happened to be on patrol, saw him, frowned, walked over quickly and asked, "Xie Xuan'an, why do you smell like that? And you come back so late?" His voice was full of confusion and blame, and his eyes looked Xie Xuan'an up and down.

When Xie Xuan'an heard the question, his eyes suddenly turned red and he said in a crying voice: "Brother Guan, I'm in some trouble." His voice trembled, as if he had suffered great injustice.

When Chu Guan heard this, his heart immediately softened and he hurriedly asked, "What's the matter? Tell me." His tone became gentle and his eyes were full of concern and worry.

Xie Xuanan stammered a few words, and Chu Guan saw a few bruises on his arm, thinking that he might have been in a fight, and felt distressed. He gently pulled up Xie Xuanan's arm, carefully examined the scars, and frowned even more tightly.

Xie Xuan suddenly hugged Chu Guan and started crying. His body trembled slightly, and his tears soaked Chu Guan's shoulders. Chu Guan patted his back to comfort him, and kept saying comforting words.

After a while, Xie Xuan'an said, "Brother, I'm going back to the dormitory." There was a hint of sob in his voice and his eyes were full of helplessness.

Chu Guan nodded and watched him leave. Xie Xuan'an turned around, and his expression instantly became gloomy, and the red eyes seemed to be just a disguise. There was a flash of annoyance in his eyes, and he walked towards the dormitory with firm steps.

In a dark alley, a few hooligans were surrounding a girl who was crying in fear, saying dirty words.

"How dare you disobey me, bitch!"

"Tonight I'll show you how powerful you are!"

The girl begged desperately: "Please, let me go." Her voice trembled, full of fear and despair.

Xie Xuan'an happened to pass by and didn't want to care about it, so he turned around and wanted to take another route.

A gangster with dyed yellow hair saw him and said provocatively: "Hey, kid, what are you looking at?" As he said this, he waved the stick in his hand, and the stick passed through the air, making a whistling sound.

Xie Xuan frowned and said nothing. He glanced at the gangsters with a hint of hesitation and consideration, as if he was assessing the situation.

"Hey, are you pretending to be mute?" Another gangster approached with a knife, the blade flashing coldly in the dim light.

At this time, Zhao Heng passed by.

When he saw Xie Xuan'an surrounded by several thugs, he rushed over immediately.

"What are you doing? Let her go!" Zhao Heng shouted. His voice was loud and firm, full of a sense of justice.

"Hey, here comes another nosy guy!" The gangsters surrounded him.

Zhao Heng did not flinch, and rushed forward to stop them, protecting Xie Xuan'an. But he was no match for four people, and was soon beaten badly.

"You are such a jerk, and you still pretend to be a hero?"

"Are you attracted to this boy? You damn gay!" The thugs beat and cursed at him, with distorted and ferocious expressions on their faces.

Xie Xuan watched coldly from the side, with no intention of helping. His eyes wandered over the thugs, as if he was memorizing their features, with a hint of brutality in his eyes.

Zhao Heng was beaten all over. A gangster seemed to deliberately stab Xie Xuan'an with a knife. Zhao Heng blocked it without hesitation, and another wound appeared on his arm, and blood kept flowing.

"Oh, that's quite affectionate!" The gangsters laughed even more wantonly.

"That guy just wanted to be a hero and save the beauty. You've been cuckolded, haha. You're two-timing!"

Zhao Heng ignored their ridicule and protected Xie Xuan tightly. Although his body was in pain, his eyes were still full of determination.

At this time, another gangster hit Zhao Heng's leg with a stick, and Zhao Heng fell on Xie Xuan'an. But he didn't bother to get up and used his body to protect Xie Xuan'an.

The thugs kept beating Zhao Heng, and his back was covered with bruises. He was sweating from the pain, but he didn't say a word.

Xie Xuan'an still had an indifferent expression, as if all this had nothing to do with him. But his eyes occasionally stared at the knife in the gangster's hand, and his breathing remained steady, as if he was suppressing something.

The hooligans were tired of fighting and left cursing.

"Hmph, these two damn gays will stay together forever!"

"Don't let me touch you again!"

Zhao Heng struggled to get up, not caring about his own injuries, and asked Xie Xuan'an: "Are you okay?" His voice was weak but full of concern.

Xie Xuan just glanced at him calmly without saying anything. His eyes were cold, as if Zhao Heng in front of him was a stranger.

Zhao Heng felt something was wrong and felt a little embarrassed. He said, "I'm sorry, I'm incompetent and failed to protect us." A guilty look appeared on his face, and his heart seemed to be pricked by a needle. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at Xie Xuan'an.

Xie Xuan'an still didn't respond and took Zhao Heng to the school infirmary.

After the doctor examined him, he said, "It's nothing serious. Just apply some medicine and rest for a few days."

After coming out of the infirmary, Xie Xuan'an still didn't say a word. Zhao Heng followed behind him, wanting to say something but not knowing how to start.

Under the moonlight, the two figures looked particularly lonely.

Xie Xuan gave him a cold look, as if he was planning something.

Since then, Xie Xuan'an deliberately avoided everyone who had anything to do with him, as if he was unwilling to face those complicated interpersonal relationships.

He always keeps to himself.

Once, Chu Guan saw Xie Xuan'an on campus and wanted to say hello, but Xie Xuan'an just gave him a perfunctory smile and quickly turned and walked away.

Su Yi met Xie Xuan'an in the cafeteria and spoke to him enthusiastically, but Xie Xuan'an just glanced at him coldly and left in a hurry.

Xie Xuan'an even avoided Zhao Heng, who was injured for him. Zhao Heng blocked Xie Xuan'an in the corridor of the teaching building and tried to find out what was going on.

"Xuan'an, what's wrong with you? Why are you always hiding from me?" Zhao Heng asked anxiously, feeling uneasy.

Xie Xuan'an replied perfunctorily: "I just want to be alone, you don't have to think too much." Then he pushed Zhao Heng away and left.

Xie Xuan'an's inner world is very complicated.

No one knows who he is?