Debate Competition?

"Shen Sao... Shen Xingye, who's this? Is he your friend?" Ling Xingjian greeted him with a grin, then said, "Oh right, Teacher Jia has something to discuss. He said he'll be looking for the few of us later. Remember to go see him before evening study."

"Okay, no problem!" Shen Xingye humbly saw the goddess off, only to have a hand suddenly clamp down on his arm and yank him back with a whoosh, nearly throwing out his old back.

When he turned around, he saw the painter's eyes blazing brightly. "That... that female just now, was she your classmate?"

"Uh..." Shen Xingye had a bad feeling about this.

"What an incredible body! Well-proportioned, full, balanced, alluring; a soft waist and nimble movements. And those eyes brim with feeling, those brows are so expressive—there isn't the slightest flaw in her features or skin. She practically doesn't seem like a real person! One look tells you she's the kind of elusive sprite who can have men wrapped around her little finger. If someone without real ability falls for her, it'll be a lifelong tragedy."

"Treasure. Your school really is a treasure trove, a gold mine!" The painter sighed with endless emotion, then gave Shen Xingye a dangerous smile. "So, you said you'd work like an ox or a horse. Ready to begin the second part?"

Shen Sao Ye really wanted to say that falling for the goddess was nothing; meeting you was the true lifelong tragedy.

But faced with someone who could report him, he did not dare talk back and could only swallow his anger.

Of course, Shen Sao Ye's story with the painter could wait. Before evening study, Old Jia called Shi Tiexin, Fang Qingjue, Shen Xingye, and Ling Xingjian to the office and announced something.

"In a couple