Bar No. 19

Even though it was summer vacation, quite a few students and teachers remained on campus.

A teacher, who looked quite young, hurried over to handle the unexpected incident. The students who had fainted were carried away. As for Chen Nuanyu.

She received a verbal reprimand.

"This is the treatment for Seed-level," the older students watching sighed. "A Seed-level with both Visualization and Breathing at Great Accomplishment. I bet when school starts, we'll see a scene of professors fighting over her again."

"Tsk, she just graduated in her fourth year, and that monster just left. Now we have a successor. I heard this Seed-level has already reached First Refinement?"

"Definitely more than that. The one who fainted was a third-year, at the peak of First Refinement, with a strength of a thousand jin. I think this freshman has likely reached Second Refinement."

"Second Refinement, a freshman? Can those two words even be put together?"

Amidst the hushed whispers, gazes lingered on the otherworldly fairy, and the frail-looking young man.

These past few days, Chen Nuanyu, the genius, came to the library every day. With her status as a 'Seed-level' student and her beautiful face, it was hard not to attract attention.

In fact, discussion posts about Chen Nuanyu on the school forum had exploded exponentially.

University students are always the most idle, and wherever there's gossip, they will be there.

"Are you also a student at Jiang University?" Chen Nuanyu asked for the second time, ignoring everything around her.

A gentle breeze blew, her dress fluttered, and her wine-red hair swayed slightly, like leaping flames.

"To be precise, I'm a prospective freshman."

Zhang Fusheng shrugged and replied, "I'm not in the Martial Arts Department, but the Computer Science Department. I'll try to transfer to the Martial Arts Department when school starts."

He glanced at Chen Nuanyu's red hair and then meticulously examined her exquisite face, lost in thought.

He hadn't made the connection before, but looking closely at Chen Nuanyu now, her features bore a two or three-tenths resemblance to his second senior sister, Chen Yuque.

And they both had naturally red hair.

They shouldn't be biological sisters, perhaps distant relatives?

"From Linshu Middle School?" Chen Nuanyu asked again.

"Yes," Zhang Fusheng pointed at Zhu Xiaoming and the other two, smiling, "We're together."

Beside them, Zhu Xiaoming and Lu Yao exchanged bewildered glances. When did Old Zhang get to know the genius Chen?

Was he hiding his strength?

Only Zhong Yue looked as if it was only natural.

Chen Nuanyu pondered for a moment:

"I can arrange for your transfer to the Martial Arts Department."

She paused and then calmly said, "By the way, let's have dinner together tonight, just the two of us."

Her tone was flat, as if issuing an order, with an undeniable air of authority.

The onlookers stirred slightly, and many took out their phones to secretly take pictures and immediately post them on the forum.

"There are too many people."

Chen Nuanyu took Zhang Fusheng's wrist and said calmly, "Let's go have some afternoon tea now."

The hushed whispers ceased abruptly. Lu Yao's eyes widened, and Zhu Xiaoming couldn't help but blurt out, "Holy crap."

But only Zhang Fusheng knew.

Chen Nuanyu wasn't just holding his hand; she was gripping it, or rather, locking it. Her fair and tender palm felt like an iron shackle.

Immediately after, in full view of everyone, she 'led' Zhang Fusheng away by force.

The stunned trio emerged from Tianbao Tower.

"What's the relationship between Zhang Fusheng and the genius Chen?"

"I don't know either!"

"Aren't you two good buddies?" Lu Yao questioned.

Zhu Xiaoming could only offer a wry smile:

"I really don't know. Old Zhang was still yesterday..."

He glanced at Zhong Yue, who blinked in confusion.

Lu Yao rubbed her forehead:

"Alright, this is great. School hasn't even started, and Zhang Fusheng is going to be famous too."

"What do you mean?" Zhu Xiaoming asked curiously.

"Don't you check the Jiang University forum?"

Lu Yao opened her phone and pouted.

"Here, you're already famous."

Zhu Xiaoming and Zhong Yue leaned in and saw the first post on the forum.

'Shocking, a Seed-level freshman actually!'

Clicking on the post, it contained a detailed account of the library incident, with a photo of a red-haired girl holding Old Zhang's hand attached at the end.

Zhu Xiaoming glanced at it. In just ten minutes, the replies had already exceeded three hundred. Every time he refreshed, twenty to thirty more replies appeared.

In one of the replies, someone had even directly posted Zhang Fusheng's basic information.

'Zhang Fusheng, male, 18 years old, outstanding graduate of Linshu Middle School, father Zhang Wentao, mother Zhou Guifang.'

"Holy crap, Old Zhang's been doxxed already? How did they do that??"

"This is Jiang University."

Lu Yao said helplessly, "There's all sorts of people among the students. The city's powerful figures, elites from other cities. You mentioned Linshu Middle School just now. Is it that hard for these people to pull up a graduate's file from Linshu Middle School?"

Zhong Yue asked curiously, "Is classmate Chen's popularity really this high?"

"Of course."

Lu Yao nodded seriously.

"Visualization and Breathing both at Great Accomplishment, she was specially recruited by Jiang University before the college entrance exam and listed as Seed-level. There are less than a handful of Seed-level students at Jiang University."

She paused, then shrugged.

"It would be one thing if her talent was monstrous, but she's also monstrously beautiful."

"That's true," Zhong Yue said with a hint of envy.

Zhu Xiaoming withdrew his gaze from the forum, stroking his bald head.

"I'll have to interrogate Old Zhang properly later. They've gone for afternoon tea. Shall the three of us find a place too?"

Lu Yao glanced at him and rolled her beautiful eyes.

"It's fine, but can you take off that chain and earrings?"

"Why?"

"I'd be embarrassed to be seen walking with you!"

Zhong Yue nodded in strong agreement.

After getting out of the taxi.

"Where is this?"

Zhang Fusheng looked around the villa complex, a bit curious.

"Isn't it afternoon tea?"

"Up ahead," Chen Nuanyu said tersely.

Although she had been going to District Three these past few days, Zhang Fusheng hadn't been anywhere other than the Martial Arts Academy. Now, following Chen Nuanyu, he looked around curiously.

This villa complex was very quiet, vast in area, but with few houses. Each was a detached villa with at least a thousand square meters of garden and lawn.

They were more like tiny manors than villas.

He even saw man-made lakes next to some of the larger villas.

The two walked through a dense, tree-lined path and soon stopped in front of one of the largest villas in the complex.

Compared to the other villas that resembled tiny manors, the one before them was clearly a small manor, occupying nearly ten mu of land.

The iron gate of the small manor was open, with a '19' marking on the gatepost.

Villa No. 1919?

Zhang Fusheng remembered that a few hours ago, A Bao had asked him to deliver goods to Villa No. 19 in this villa complex.

He said it was a bar, and upon arrival, he was to hand the goods to someone named 'Black Eyes'.

"This is actually a bar," Chen Nuanyu said calmly, leading Zhang Fusheng through the iron gate. A waiter in a black tuxedo immediately stepped forward to greet them.

"Miss Chen."

"Yes, is Mr. Hei here?"

"Of course, Miss Chen, please come this way."

The waiter led them through a small bamboo forest and past a man-made lake, stopping before the main building. The waiter opened the antique-style redwood door, and the view inside was unobstructed.

It really was a villa converted into a bar.

The center of the bar was the counter, with small round tables placed directly in front of it. There weren't many customers. On the side, a woman dressed solemnly was playing the piano.

The two walked up to the counter, and the bartender, dressed in a tuxedo, turned around.

"Hmm, a new customer?"

Zhang Fusheng blinked. Was this Black Eyes?

He was absolutely sure.

Because the bartender's eyes were pure black, with no visible pupils or whites, making them extremely eerie.

As if noticing Zhang Fusheng's surprised gaze, the bartender smiled elegantly.

"Abyssal Black Eyes, it's my special physique."

"Just like Miss Chen's Unquenchable Heart."

Hong Ji Martial Arts Hall.

"Although the School Master hasn't announced it, I definitely saw Zhang Fusheng follow the School Master up to the fourth floor last night."

Wang Xiangnan said calmly.

"It should be true."

Zhou Quan slumped onto his dorm bed as if his bones had been removed.

A disciple of Old Hong, that was one thing.

But they had just had a falling out, and he didn't know what kind of person this 'Brother Fusheng' was, whether he held grudges.

Not to mention that Zhang Fusheng inexplicably wanted to find his father.

Zhou Quan rubbed his knuckles back and forth, his expression a little pale.

He wasn't his father's only child. His elder brother was killed by that female bandit, which allowed him to take over and become the current 'young master' of the Fire Department.

But replacing him and letting his younger siblings take the position was just a matter of his father's word.

Power was like a drug; once you got hooked, it was hard to quit.

In fact, power was more addictive than drugs.

"Brother Fusheng. No, Senior Brother Zhang, is he at the martial arts hall?" Zhou Quan took a deep breath and asked.

Wang Xiangnan shook his head, indicating he didn't know either.

Zhou Quan paced back and forth for a moment, gritted his teeth, and made a phone call.

"A Bao, how much money is left in my personal allocation account?"

"Mhm, find a blank account and transfer all the money into it, an account with Jiangzhou Bank. I'll go to the branch in District Three to get the card later."

After hanging up, he decisively left the martial arts hall and headed to the nearest Jiangzhou Bank. Not long after, he walked out with a bank card in his hand.

Holding the bank card, Zhou Quan found Zhang Fusheng's number. He hesitated for a moment before dialing.

"Hello, Senior Brother Zhang, it's Zhou Quan. There was a misunderstanding yesterday, and I'd like to apologize in person."