48: Chapter 48 Could there really be a problem with the feng shui of this building?

Lu Xingye held a snow-white handkerchief, wiping the light sweat from his forehead. With the nonchalant air of a lonely master, he said, "Fugui, why the fuss?"

"You have absolutely no composure."

"At this hour, who else could be downstairs besides Senior Sister Qiu Yunan reading? Senior Sister likes quiet. Don't shout; if you disturb her reading, be careful or a bolt of lightning might strike you down."

As he spoke, Lu Xingye walked toward the railing with elegant strides, a smile he deemed charming curling at the corners of his mouth, preparing to admire the beautiful scene of the goddess reading in the morning.

"Let me see if Senior Sister has become even more beautiful today..."

Lu Xingye's gaze fell downstairs.

The next second.

His charming smile froze on his face, like a cracking mask.

Beneath the old locust tree, lightning crackled.

Jiang You, wearing spongebob pajamas, was lying comfortably on a rattan chair, looking completely at ease.

And the high-altitude flower in his heart, the one meant only to be admired from afar and who came with her own high-voltage electricity—Senior Sister Qiu Yunan—was currently sitting on a small stool next to Jiang You, leaning forward, her eyes filled with excitement and "affection," even reaching out to help Jiang You straighten his collar!

"No... no way!!"

Lu Xingye's pupils dilated in shock, and he gripped his white handkerchief tightly:

"My goddess!!"

"Jiang You, that kid, has only been here for one day! How is this possible!!"

"That is the Lightning Goddess who has a three-meter exclusion zone that even I can't approach! Why does he get to lie within it? Why does he get to have Senior Sister straighten his clothes?!"

Lu Xingye's composure was crumbling.

In his anxiety, he even forgot he was on the second floor. He leaned over the railing, focused his energy, and let out an extremely deliberate, extremely loud, and highly suggestive cough toward the floor below:

"Ahem!!! Ahem, ahem!!!"

These coughs contained complex emotions such as "Senior Sister, look at me," "Let go of that boy," and "I am the coolest guy here."

However.

Downstairs.

Jiang You was sleeping soundly, rolled over, and mumbled, "Don't make noise... it's so comfortable..."

Qiu Yunan was immersed in the immense joy of "finally someone isn't afraid of me," her eyes only on Jiang You; she didn't hear the commotion upstairs at all.

The wind swept through the fallen leaves.

Lu Xingye maintained his coughing posture, like a lonely clown.

No one paid him any mind.

Even the crows in the tree ignored him.

Gou Fugui carefully handed him a tissue from the side: "Um... Brother Lu, is your throat uncomfortable? Do you want to buy some throat lozenges? They're only 9.9."

Lu Xingye took a deep breath.

He straightened up abruptly and used his handkerchief to wipe away non-existent blood from the corner of his mouth.

Then, he quickly adjusted his expression, returning to that aloof and confident demeanor, even fixing his hair toward the air.

"My bad, I was too anxious just now and lost my composure."

Lu Xingye looked at the two people downstairs, his eyes gradually becoming profound and filled with wisdom:

"Fugui, you don't understand."

"This is actually a strategy of Senior Sister's."

Gou Fugui was confused: "Huh? What strategy?"

Lu Xingye curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a mysterious smile that seemed to see through everything:

"Senior Sister Qiu Yunan must still have a secret crush on me. I know it. She has just been too shy to say it, after all, my blade is too cold and I am too handsome."

"She is being so good to that newcomer on purpose, even going so far as to use her lightning to massage him..."

"Heh, this is clearly done for me to see!"

"She wants to use this method to stir up my jealousy and make me take the initiative to pursue her!"

The more Lu Xingye spoke, the more it made sense to him, his eyes shining with immense confidence:

"Jiang You, that kid, is just a tool being used by Senior Sister."

"He used some cheap tricks to attract Senior Sister's attention, thinking that this way he could truly enter her heart."

"Heh..."

"But the person Senior Sister truly loves is still me."

Lu Xingye looked at the sleeping Jiang You downstairs; there was no longer hatred in his eyes, but rather a hint of pity and... the excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.

"Hmph, interesting!"

"Since Senior Sister has made her move, I will accept the challenge."

"Jiang You, is it? A tool, is it?"

"At today's welcoming assembly, I will let you know who the true protagonist of Class F is, and who is the man worthy of the Lightning Queen!"

After speaking, Lu Xingye flicked the hem of his leather jacket, radiating an air of arrogant coolness, and turned back to the dormitory.

"I am going to polish my blade. Tonight, the blade's light will prove everything."

Leaving Gou Fugui standing alone on the balcony, watching Lu Xingye's back, and looking at the harmonious scene downstairs, he scratched his head: "The new kid was right..."

"Could the Feng Shui of this building actually have a problem?"

Meanwhile.

On the top floor of the main teaching building at Magic City Martial Arts University.

This was the exclusive classroom for Class A.

Compared to the drafty, peeling, grass-growing Abandoned Gymnasium of Class F, this place was simply a paradise of the future world.

Holographic projection blackboards, a constant temperature fresh air system, plus every desk was made of expensive Spirit-Gathering Wood; even the chairs they sat on were spiritual energy chairs with massage and auxiliary cultivation functions.

"That concludes today's course on blood energy circulation." On the podium, a Grandmaster-level instructor wearing a training uniform closed the lesson plan and looked approvingly toward the center of the first row: "Student Lin Ya, your demonstration of spiritual power circulation within the body just now was perfect."

"You are truly worthy of being the first place in the blood energy combat practical exam among this year's freshmen. Everyone should learn from Student Lin Ya!"

The thirty elite students in the class immediately burst into warm applause.

Countless gazes of envy, jealousy, and admiration were cast toward the girl sitting with a straight back.

Lin Ya was wearing a snow-white custom training uniform today, her hair tied up high, revealing her slender swan-like neck.

She nodded slightly, her expression cool and arrogant, like a proud peacock.

"Thank you, teacher. I will continue to work hard."

The bell rang for the end of class.

As soon as the instructor left, a group of people crowded around.

"Goddess Lin! That was too strong! How did you do that Frost Shield just now?"

"Class Monitor, are you free tonight? There's a mixer with the Student Union..."

Lin Ya dealt with them politely but distantly, though her eyes betrayed a hint of impatience.

While this feeling of being surrounded by stars was nice, these people were too weak and simply couldn't catch her eye.

Just then, a voice reeking of money came over: "Move aside, move aside! What are you all crowding around for? Can't you see Ya Ya is tired?"

The crowd parted.

A boy with a slicked-back hairstyle, wearing a three-million-credit spiritual energy watch on his wrist, his face practically saying "I'm rich," walked over.

He held a cup of freshly bought special spiritual tea and handed it to Lin Ya with a flattering expression: "Ya Ya, drink some water to soothe your throat."

"This is special tea I had someone get from the Principal's office!"

Lin Ya looked at his face, her brows furrowing imperceptibly.

This person's name was Zhao Feilong, the Vice Class Monitor of Class A. His family was in the spiritual mineral business; not only was he rich, but he was also a Second-Order peak martial artist.

Most importantly, he was pursuing Lin Ya.

Lin Ya looked at Zhao Feilong's eager demeanor, and suddenly a familiar figure flashed through her mind: Zhao Tai from Jiangcheng.

The same rich second generation, the same arrogance, the same... simp-like attributes.

Lin Ya couldn't help but complain in her heart:

"Why is it another person with the surname Zhao?"

"Why does this plot feel like I've seen it before? Does God only know how to write this one script? Zhao Tai left, and now here comes Zhao Feilong..."

"Am I cursed by the surname Zhao?"

Although she complained internally, Lin Ya maintained the aloofness of a goddess on the outside. She didn't take the tea and politely declined: "Thank you, Vice Class Monitor, but I'm not thirsty. Also, please call me by my full name, or Class Monitor."

Zhao Feilong wasn't embarrassed at all; he chuckled, placed the tea on the table, and then leaned in mysteriously, saying: "Class Monitor, let me tell you a joke."

"That Jiang You, you remember him, right?"