New students arrive at school

Si Ming shook his head, no longer watching the bickering of the two lovers. He turned his gaze to the stage, where "The Saber and Sword Smile" was coming to an end. Murong Qing then became serious, knocking the sword out of Ying Zhou's hand, thus ending the martial arts scene.

The staff on both sides were prepared. Taking advantage of the lighting technician dimming the lights, they quickly went on stage and dragged away the general's armor. At the same time, a group of backup dancers came on stage, and the performance continued in the original order.

In the audience, a man in a suit sat elegantly in the VIP section, as still as a stone statue in the excited environment, completely out of place with the atmosphere around him.

This man was too eye-catching. He arrogantly crossed his legs, a posture that made it clear at a glance that he did it simply for comfort. When he crossed his legs, he revealed the gold-embroidered cloud boots on his feet. The exquisite workmanship and antique style would make any international big brand feel ashamed in front of these handmade shoes.

A good pair of shoes is a man's face, but this man possesses far more than just a good pair of shoes. His hair, nails, and even the stitching on his cuffs are flawless. Even the buttons on his clothes are adorned with delicate rose patterns, the rounded and full designs showing no trace of carving, as if they were molded in one piece in a molding machine. There is not a single flaw on him; he is so perfect that it is unimaginable.

What's most impeccable is his posture. His whole body leans slightly to the right, his elbow resting on the armrest, and his slightly tilted head exudes the charm of a mature man. The female audience members next to him frequently glance at him, and whenever their eyes meet, they shyly look away. Even Yuezheng Yao's singing cannot hold them back.

"This guy is so handsome! I've never seen such a handsome man before. Even movie idols are miles ahead of him. Now I understand why there are girls who like older men."

"I felt something was off about his gaze. When he looked at me just now, I felt a sense of panic, like I was being stared at by a large, ferocious bird. My heart was pounding."

"You didn't fall in love at first sight, did you? I never expected you to be such a frivolous woman."

The girls' chatter didn't bother the man with his legs crossed. His gaze fell on the stage, watching the two pretending to fight. A dangerous smile crept across his lips, "How disappointing. No wonder I haven't seen you in jail. You've been tamed, become a partner of justice. How laughable... But it's all in vain. Even if you sheath your fangs and claws, the madness etched in your blood will drive you to attack humans again."

After the song ended and the two fighters left the stage in the darkness, the man also got up and left his seat, walking out of the stadium without looking back, showing no remorse for the concert.

Chapter 419 New Students Enter the School

Ke Chajing was absolutely right. Murong Qing very first day at school, and there was more than one person who wanted to confess to her.

Murong Qing frowned slightly as she looked at the short boy in front of her, who seemed uneasy as he held a love letter in his hand. Then she turned her gaze to the outer area, where a large group of boys were loitering, holding various props for confessing their love, such as letters, flowers, and origami.

They kept glancing at Murong Qing, their faces showing both eagerness and a hint of worry—if Murong Qing accepted their confession, they would have no chance.

Of course, not many people have this concern. They know very well that a girl like Murong Qing would not accept a stranger's confession so easily. They themselves did not expect to succeed. They just wanted to leave an impression on her in this way so that they would have a starting point to strike up a conversation later and avoid an awkward atmosphere.

Even if the other person already has a boyfriend, it doesn't matter. As long as they're not married, there's always a chance. As the saying goes, if you swing your hoe hard enough, you can dig up any wall. If Murong Qing rejects them by saying "I already have someone I like," they can still show their magnanimity by saying things like, "Love isn't about possession," "I don't care if you like someone else," or "I like you, and that has nothing to do with whether you like someone else."

Whether it succeeds or not, at least it will upset her boyfriend whom she has never met.

If you confess your feelings in a unique way, you might leave an interesting impression on the other person, allowing you to stand out by comparing yourself to others, such as confessing while hanging from a horizontal bar.

The first person to confess was a handsome, slender, and cute boy. He looked nervous and awkward, holding a love letter in his hand, and making nervous little movements from time to time. He even stuttered and misread words while reading the letter, just like an innocent young boy who, after repeated hesitation, mustered up the courage to confess to his goddess.

However, the boys on the periphery all curled their lips. They knew this guy inside and out. He was essentially a playboy, but he knew how to use his appearance. Despite being a seasoned player in the dating scene, he pretended to be a virgin to win the favor of women, especially those powerful and protective older women. He would increase their affection by arousing their maternal instincts, which was always effective. Judging from her temperament, Murong Qing undoubtedly belonged to this category as well—being an older woman has little to do with age.

Murong Qing suddenly felt like she was being stared at like Monkey. However, this wasn't the first time she had been confessed to. She had a similar experience in high school, but it wasn't as exaggerated as the "line of confessions" now. After all, high school students are still relatively shy and usually choose to meet privately, not in public. Being rejected is quite embarrassing.

In high school, Murong Qing used the reason she rejected others to say, "I don't like long-distance relationships, so you can talk about it when you have the ability to get into Heavenly Black Earth Emperor." As a female academic star, she spoke with such confidence, and the reason she gave was also upright and aboveboard. Even the teachers and elders could not find fault with it. In their opinion, if the person who confessed could feel ashamed and then strive to improve, it would undoubtedly be a good thing.

Although Tange No. 1 Middle School is the best high school in Heavenly Black Earth Emperor Tange City, only about ten students can get into the top ten high schools each year. If there is a class with poor academic performance, you can't even count them all. Unless they are cheating or have extraordinary talent, the top ten students in the grade don't have time to flirt with girls. They would rather do more practice tests.

They were already in a romantic relationship, and aside from the fact that they were studying hard to get into the same university, the fact that they could maintain a top-ten ranking in their grade while studying and pursuing a girl is something that can only be explained by exceptional talent.

Of course, there were also a few top students who, without revealing their true feelings, longed for university life and looked forward to the day when they would reunite with Heavenly Black Earth Emperor —and that's when Murong Qing applied to Linked Mountains University.

Suppressing her impatience, Murong Qing did not shoo the person away, but quietly waited for them to finish reading the love letter.

"... Please, from now on, whenever I want to say something to you, please treat me as someone who is somewhat foolish but not unpleasant, allowing me the opportunity to utter some servile and humble words. I see you as the moon, yes, I am grateful for my good fortune, but I am still often choked by sorrow, often troubled. I know the hope is slim, and everything I do is nothing more than trying to catch the moon's reflection in the water, but I still cannot suppress the emotions in my heart, and want to say to the moon, I love you, could you stay by my side every night, even if it's just a reflection in the water?"

After the thin boy finished reading, his cheeks were flushed, and his hands were trembling slightly, as if he was expecting an answer but also afraid of hearing a rejection.

However, he wasn't as insecure as he appeared. In the past, whenever he used this tactic, even if the other person rejected his confession, they wouldn't use a harsh tone. Especially when he showed a tearful expression, the other person would comfort him instead. Then he could take advantage of the situation and hope to address each other as brother and sister, leaving room for the future.

To agree or to refuse?

A group of people pricked up their ears, watching Murong Qing, anticipating her answer, but to their dismay, they were all dumbfounded.

What were your grades last semester? Has your Internal Cultivation level exceeded level eight?

What are your future goals? Do you have a detailed life plan? How far have you progressed?

"You say you have a kind heart, but how many people have you actually saved?"

"Since you were able to get into Linked Mountains University, it proves that you are no worse than others, and may even be better than most of your peers. But you don't think that you can relax just because you're in university, do you? You're never too old to learn. Learning is like rowing against the current; if you slack off even a little, you'll be overtaken by others. Are you confident that you can balance your studies and your relationship?"

"Your life doesn't belong to you alone. While you're wasting your time, have you ever thought about your parents? They worked so hard to raise you, nurture you, and send you to university. Is this how you repay them? Don't you feel even a little bit guilty? Have you really thought about taking responsibility for your own life?"

Murong Qing words were a bluntly realistic question, instantly shattering the romantic atmosphere created by the confession.

She's not a mature, sophisticated woman type at all; she's more like a teacher type!

The description of feelings can be disguised with flowery words; vulgarity can be called romantic, debauchery can be called freedom, and even judging people by their appearance can be called love at first sight. But achievements, Internal Cultivation levels, and the number of people saved are all cold, hard numbers. Even if you exclude the element of lying, no matter how much rhetoric you use, you can't turn a sixty into a hundred.

Numbers are a real and cruel thing, and data is the nemesis of romance.

The skinny boy seemed stunned, as if struck by a blow, but he quickly recovered. His lips trembled, and his eyes filled with tears. He looked as pitiful as a small animal that had been bullied but was powerless to fight back, which aroused the sympathy of several girls on the periphery, who couldn't help but want to step forward to protect him.

But Murong Qing didn't sympathize with him at all; instead, she showed an expression of anger at his lack of ambition. Because she had seen too many of these kinds of boys before, she was already immune to them—if we're talking about cuteness, her younger brother was the real king.

"I hate guys who lack ambition and are weak."

As she spoke, Murong Qing looked around, and no boy dared to meet her gaze. They all shrank back, as if they were delinquents caught red-handed by the headmaster.

This girl is a rationalist!

Realizing this, the boys on the periphery felt as if they had been doused with cold water, immediately abandoning the idea of confessing. Rushing in now would only make them cannon fodder and a laughingstock. Moreover, rationalists are the hardest to win over; these people are highly resistant to sweet talk and adept at exposing lies, which are precisely their forte.

Unless it's true love, they won't target these kinds of girls because it's too inefficient. They'd rather spend that time scamming a few more naive and innocent girls.

As if she had already anticipated the outcome, Murong Qing turned around gracefully and strode away, dragging her luggage into the girls' dormitory. For a moment, no one dared to follow her, not even the enthusiastic senior students, who hesitated, fearing she might say, "Don't touch my luggage if you can't even get a scholarship."