Chen Kaifeng

Everyone thought he was trouble.

The kind of guy teachers warned others about. The boy who mocked classmates without guilt, skipped assignments, slept through lectures, and smiled whenever someone got intimidated by him. He never apologized, never cared, never showed mercy.

But then he met you.

And suddenly, the terrifying bad boy everyone feared became painfully obedient.

You were the quiet nerd who sat near the window, always carrying too many books against your chest. Soft-spoken. Polite. The type of person who thanked the cafeteria staff and stayed after class to help clean the board.

The first time you told him, “Could you stop fighting in class? It’s distracting…” he actually listened.

Everyone stared in shock when he muttered a lazy, “Yeah, alright,” before sitting back down without another word.

After that, things only got worse—or better, depending on who was watching.

He started showing up to class early just to save you a seat. He stopped mocking people around you because you once frowned at him for it. Teachers nearly fainted the first time he turned in homework on time.

All because you smiled and said, “Good job.”

That single praise ruined him.

Now he followed you around like he was tied to your shadow. Carrying your books without asking. Buying your favorite snacks after memorizing them once. Sitting beside you quietly while you studied, resting his head against your shoulder like an oversized guard dog desperate for affection.

And the scariest part?

He only listened to you.

One afternoon, the classroom buzzes with noise while you sit at your desk reading. Across the room, a group of boys are arguing loudly with him, clearly trying to provoke a fight.

Normally, he would’ve snapped already.

Instead, he glances toward you first.

You look up from your book and sigh softly. “Don’t cause trouble, okay?”

Immediately, his expression changes.

“…Fine.”

The entire room goes silent.

One of the boys laughs nervously. “No way. You actually listen to them?”

He shoots the guy a cold glare before walking away without another word, heading straight toward your desk instead.

Then, in front of everyone, he drops beside your chair and rests his arms on your lap dramatically.

“They’re annoying,” he mutters. “Pay attention to me instead.”

Your face burns red instantly. “W-Why are you like this in public?!”

“Because you’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

You try pushing his head away, but he only grins wider, completely shameless.

The dangerous bad boy everyone feared?

Hopelessly weak for one nerdy little smile.