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Fang Qingyun, over the past year, although limited by his aptitude, wasn't highly ranked in the Martial Academy, but his popularity was absolutely top-notch.

He had a large group of friends and could talk to anyone. Moreover, he was upright and honest, and everyone liked his personality.

Although limited by his cultivation, not many people placed him in their sights regarding the future, but there was no need to offend him.

After all, he was a good person, honest and reliable—this was generally acknowledged.

And since everyone was a martial arts practitioner, their legs weren't particularly valuable. So, when Fang Qingyun went to the Martial Academy entrance every day to take a look, a large group of people, both male and female, followed along to take a look as well.

It didn't matter; it wasn't even enough exercise to aid digestion. It was a good opportunity to relax during the time between the old students graduating and the new students arriving.

Several girls were pressing him: "How handsome is he? How does he compare to Dong Yunyu, Wu Zhibing, Hua Kaixie, and Jun Hefang?"

These were precisely the four geniuses of White Cloud Martial Academy, also known as the four handsome men, with top-notch looks, figures, temperament, family background, aptitude, and cultivation, and they had already achieved some success, making a name for themselves.

Among them, Dong Yunyu, it was said, could directly join the Guardian Army after graduating next year. His future could be said to be limitless.

Similarly, these four were also the focus of attention for countless female Martial Students.

Although they were all martial artists, the dreamy feelings of young girls were not much different from those of ordinary women.

Fang Qingyun recalled for a moment and said with a wry smile, "If we're just talking about appearance, it should be about the same, but, the confidence, temperament, cultivation, aptitude, foundation..."

He didn't continue, but everyone understood.

There were plenty of handsome people, but how many in the entire world had looks, figure, confidence, temperament, cultivation, aptitude, and foundation all integrated into one?

From this, it could be seen that Fang Qingyun's cousin was just an ordinary person who was slightly handsome.

Everyone had a clear idea in their minds.

While they were talking, they saw a young man in black clothes walking slowly towards the Martial Academy entrance from afar.

It was the south gate of the Martial Academy.

It was early morning, the sun rising in the east, with rays of light stretching for thousands of miles.

The young man walked out of the rays of light, wearing a black cloak with dark gold patterns, strolling along. The cloak rose and fell with his movements, reflecting a dazzling light, undulating rhythmically.

The young man's face was like jade, his eyebrows like swords, his eyes like deep pools, his pupils like stars, his nose straight, his lips thin, slightly lean, tall and upright, his hair fluttering lightly, his arms like an ape, his waist slender, his long legs seemed to support his body towards the stars, his legs straight, a long sword hanging from his waist.

His whole temperament was elegant and composed.

He had a kind of composure as if 'mountains could collapse without changing his expression, life and death without moving'; and a kind of sharpness as if 'he could calmly overcome thousands of hardships, and open up ten thousand kinds of setbacks with a single sword'.

Walking forward in great strides, he was like a dreamlike person walking out of the rays of light.

The eyes of several women present suddenly lit up.

"Wow..."

"Ah, ah..."

"This, this, this... this..."

All the girls had a vague feeling: this was the most perfect man in their dreams, walking out of their dreams.

"Who is this?"

"Is this a new student? Here to register?"

"Ah, I'm dead, I'm dead..."

"New students this year? Are there such outstanding figures among the new students?"

Just then...

Fang Qingyun beside him moved.

"Cousin!"

Fang Qingyun was very excited, I've waited, I've completed the task my father gave me. I don't have to get beaten up.

Fang Qingyun was excited, greeted him, waved, and shouted.

Behind him.

A group of dumbfounded faces.

The male and female students looked at each other.

This is the cousin in Fang Qingyun's mouth who is 'decent looking, not very sensible, doesn't know how to talk, spoiled, has no manners, has average aptitude, average temperament, average confidence, average demeanor, and average background'?

This is the cousin that Fang Qingyun usually mentions with sighs, gritted teeth, and vows, saying, 'When he becomes sensible and grows up, I must beat him up to vent my anger'?

Everyone looked at Fang Qingyun's back as he went to greet him, feeling a little puzzled.

Senior Brother Fang, do you have some misunderstanding about the word 'average'? Just looking at him, apart from aptitude and background which can't be seen, everything else, whether it's appearance or temperament, is definitely top-notch, okay? Even those top figures in our White Cloud Martial Academy, such as Jun Hefang, Wu Zhibing, and Hua Kaixie, although they have a strong 'noble air of aristocratic families', are far inferior to this cousin's composure and ease in terms of temperament alone.

This is the composure after experiencing wind and rain; the indifference and freedom after seeing all the changes in the world.

Seeing Fang Che's composure, the students even had a feeling of seeing the Dean and Vice President and other peak figures.

Unmoved by honor or disgrace, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the courtyard; unintentionally staying or leaving, watching the clouds rise and fall in the sky.

Looking at life and death indifferently, facing the wind and clouds with a smile.

Any one of these people who comes out is outstanding, unparalleled! ...

Over there, Fang Che had already gotten together with Fang Qingyun, with a gentle and kind smile: "Cousin, have you been waiting long?"

Fang Qingyun nodded repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay... Hey? What did you call me?"

Fang Qingyun was a little shocked, his eyes widened.

Is this still my cousin who speaks sarcastically and makes people want to grab a knife or a stick after hearing a word? How can he be so polite? Fang Che was surprised: "I called you cousin, what else can I call you? Would you dare to agree if I called you uncle?"

Here it comes!

He's here! The familiar choking taste of this sentence made Fang Qingyun show a gratified smile: "You are indeed my cousin! I thought you had changed when I saw you just now."

"..."

Fang Che was speechless.

While speaking, the dozens of people behind Fang Qingyun had already surrounded the two in three circles.

Every single gaze was filled with curiosity.

Especially the girls, though few in number, only four or five, their eyes burned with an intensity that almost melted Fang Che.

He even found such attention hard to bear, sensing a crisis of 'if I don't run, I'll be eaten alive.'

"Fang Qingyun, is this your cousin? Fang Che?"

One of the girls with an oval face asked, blushing, "Hello, Cousin, my name is Liu Xueyun, I'm your cousin's classmate."

Fang Che's handsome face was blank. "Hello, Senior Sister Liu."

Liu Xueyun laughed heartily, her eyes seeming to drip water as she looked at Fang Che's face, and said, "What's with the 'Senior Sister Liu'? Don't be so formal, just call me Sister Yun, or Sister Xueyun."

Another girl puffed out her chest, trembling slightly, and said, "Hello, Cousin, my name is Wang Bingbing; you can call me Sister Bingbing."

Fang Che felt dizzy. After Fang Qingyun's introductions and self-introductions, after getting to know these thirty or forty people, his head almost exploded.

But naturally, he didn't show it on his face.

Instead, he greeted everyone politely and with composure.

From beginning to end, only one girl simply watched him with a smile, but didn't actively come forward to greet him.

Fang Che hadn't paid attention at first, politely nodding and smiling at her, and then he suddenly realized that the girl's expression was smiling, but her eyes were not.

Her eyes were very cold.

Coming with a group to welcome me to school, why is she like this?

Having grown accustomed to keeping his eyes open and ears perked, able to notice anyone's emotions in complex situations, how could the old dog ignore such an anomaly?

Fang Che's heart immediately skipped a beat, and he immediately paid attention to the girl's position. She seemed to keep her distance from everyone, very mindful of boundaries, yet naturally somewhat aloof.

One could tell that she seemed to want to integrate, but couldn't, but this wasn't because others were rejecting her, but because she was rejecting others.

An ordinary teenager would only feel that this girl was a bit aloof. But in Fang Che's eyes, this woman was abnormal: in a group of friends, yet rejecting all friends? Humans are social animals, and no matter how aloof a girl is, she will have friends.

If a person is out of sync with everyone in a group of people they spend every day with, then it's not the group that has a problem, but themselves.

It's like a wolf mixed into a group of huskies. No matter how it disguises itself, no matter how it tries to integrate, in its heart, it will always feel that the surrounding group are not its own kind.

Fang Che spotted her at a glance.

He sighed inwardly, thinking that compared to the imposters he had encountered in his previous life, these Martial Academy guys were indeed very naive.

After greeting everyone, he deliberately moved closer to the girl, and said with surprise, "Cousin, you guys came to welcome me? Too... too unexpected, Sister Xueyun, Sister Bingbing, and this... this, it's the first time I've received such high treatment, welcomed by so many beauties."

He looked at Wan Zhimei as he said these words, the meaning was obvious: I don't know this one's name.

There was a burst of laughter.

Amidst the laughter, Fang Qingyun introduced gently, "That's your Sister Wan, Wan Zhimei, she's my classmate."

Fang Che suddenly understood, "Hello, Sister Wan."

Wan Zhimei had no choice but to nod with a smile, "Hello, Cousin, you're so handsome."

Fang Che laughed heartily, silently memorizing the name, and said happily, "I didn't expect my cousin to be so popular in the Martial Academy, with so many enthusiastic and righteous male classmates and so many beautiful, generous, and gentle female classmates. When I came, my uncle was still worried, saying that my cousin's personality was average, and he probably didn't have many friends. When I get back, I must tell him that he was wrong!"

The male students were overjoyed.

The female students also felt honored.

Fang Qingyun was completely dumbfounded.

Cousin, where, where is your venomous tongue?

Where is your acrimony? Show it!

The way you are now makes it seem like everything I said before was a lie.

Could it be that your venomous tongue and acrimony are only directed at me? "You seem to have grown quite a bit?" Fang Qingyun felt a bit jealous; he was taller than him.

"Yeah, I've grown about a hand's breadth. I'm around 1.83 meters now." Fang Che smiled, his gaze dropping to look at his cousin's head.

Fang Qingyun's lips twitched.

Feeling his crown being looked down upon, he snorted and took a few steps back.

He suddenly felt a strong urge to hit someone.

After introductions, everyone chatted and laughed as they accompanied Fang Che to register.

"Registration."

"What's your name?"

"Fang Che."

"Fang Che?"

The registration staff inside suddenly fell silent.

The crowd waiting outside couldn't help but feel surprised.

What was going on?

It was the first time they'd seen someone's registration stall after giving their name.

And then...

They saw several people from the White Cloud Martial Academy take to the air and fly over from afar.

The leader was actually the Dean, with several Executives beside him; then another person arrived later but overtook them, his white beard fluttering, suddenly landing—it was actually the Vice President.

Everyone was stunned and silent as cicadas in winter. They quickly bowed respectfully, not daring to raise their heads.

Why had these super big shots from the academy come today?

What had happened?

Then they heard the Dean ask, "Who is Fang Che?!"

Fang Che was a little surprised, stepped forward, and said, "I am Fang Che."

"Okay, register him in the roster."

Then he said, "Fang Che, come with me."

These words were spoken by the Vice President.

Subsequently, a group of important figures took Fang Che and turned away with a whoosh.

Fang Che didn't even have time to greet Fang Qingyun before he was taken away.

Behind him, Fang Qingyun and all the classmates were collectively dumbfounded.

What… what's going on?

Not only is his younger cousin handsome and has a good demeanor, but does he also have such a big reputation? But that's not right, this entourage, how is it like escorting a prisoner? Did his younger cousin commit a crime?