Freshman Class 3 Succubus Evaluation Report

Early the next morning, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

Lin Ciyan was jolted awake by a flurry of chaotic noise.

He saw that Bei Bei, across from him, had already transformed into a "master of time management."

He was washing up and grooming himself with a speed comparable to an agility-type Spirit Master.

Struggling to overcome the seal of his warm blankets, Lin Ciyan got up at a leisurely pace. Upholding the philosophy of "Relaxation Cultivation," he washed up and changed into his white school uniform without any rush.

By the time he stepped into the Shrek outer courtyard under the morning light.

The campus was already filled with vibrant, energetic freshmen.

Each of them wore a look of longing and excitement for the future, walking with hurried steps as if they wished they could fly straight into their classrooms.

Lin Ciyan let out a yawn, deciding to first appease his protesting stomach.

Arriving at the cafeteria, as expected, most of the windows had long lines snaking away from them.

The place was buzzing with noise, as lively as a vegetable market.

Lin Ciyan swept his gaze across the room and headed straight for the most deserted, yet most prohibitively expensive one—the Grade A meal window.

Those who could afford to consume here were either wealthy or noble.

The ingredients for the Grade A meals.

Every single one was a carefully selected piece of rare spirit beast meat or a premium part of a high-age spirit beast, meticulously prepared with various precious medicinal herbs.

Each dish contained pure spirit power energy, which was of great benefit to a Spirit Master's cultivation.

Of course, the price was also extremely "beautiful."

For any dish, the starting price was over a hundred Gold Soul Coin.

The breakfast Lin Ciyan ordered today, while not the most luxurious, easily exceeded three hundred Gold Soul Coin.

For Lin Ciyan, this level of spending was just a basic routine.

Back on Sea God Island, he ate far better than this.

The resources prepared for him by Mu En and Elder Lin were the absolute pinnacle of the top tier.

Occasionally coming to the outer courtyard cafeteria to eat a Grade A meal was just "experiencing life."

Sometimes he would even go to the regular windows to change his palate, calling it "getting close to the masses."

But in the eyes of the other freshmen, the meaning was entirely different.

The purchasing power of a Gold Soul Coin on the Douluo Continent was quite robust.

A regular family of three could live on just a few dozen Gold Soul Coin for an entire year.

In the original story, Comrade Huo Yuhao worked hard selling grilled fish.

At five copper soul coins a piece (one Gold Soul Coin equals one hundred silver soul coins, and one silver soul coin equals one hundred copper soul coins), saving money was like risking his life.

Yet, this one breakfast of Lin Ciyan's was enough for Huo Gua to sell...

Well, never mind, the number was too astronomical; he was afraid of scaring Huo Gua straight back to the White Tiger Duke Mansion.

What is the power of money? This is the power of money!

More importantly, being able to maintain such extravagant and normalized consumption, and yet remaining perfectly proportioned after eating so much high-energy food without a hint of bloating (the energy was perfectly absorbed and converted).

This in itself proved his deep background and formidable strength.

Amidst numerous gazes—some overt, some covert—mingled with curiosity, envy, and inquiry.

Lin Ciyan finished his breakfast with composure, wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly with a napkin, and stood up to leave.

The moment he stepped out of the cafeteria door, a scene of "Fast and Furious" unfolded inside.

The female students who had previously pretended to chew slowly, but were actually focused entirely on him, instantly disregarded their image. They swept through their food like a whirlwind, then, like butterflies catching the scent of flowers, they chased after him in a swarm.

They didn't even know the name of this handsome, strong, and mysterious male student, or which class he was in!

Information is the primary productive force!

Everyone understands the principle of "the near water tower gets the moonlight first"!

Thus, a peculiar scene appeared on the main road of the Shrek outer courtyard: a youth in a white school uniform with a lazy and outstanding temperament walked in front at a leisurely pace.

Behind him, not far away, a group of girls in the same uniform with varying expressions followed closely, pretending to admire the scenery or chat, but never stopping their pace.

Until they watched Lin Ciyan turn and walk into the classroom of Freshman Class 3.

In an instant, the crowd split.

Those female students who were also in Class 3 had proud smiles bloom on their faces, comparable to a victory day parade.

One by one, they straightened their backs, walked into the classroom with their heads held high like victorious peacocks.

As for the girls from other classes, they all revealed expressions of "lost opportunity" and "missed out on a fortune," filled with annoyance and unwillingness. Some stomped their feet, others bit their lips, their eyes looking incredibly resentful.

Damn it! Why am I not in Class 3!

As Lin Ciyan stepped into the Freshman Class 3 classroom, the previously noisy environment instantly quieted down.

Countless gazes focused on him in unison.

Morning light filtered through the windows, landing perfectly upon him.

It was as if a soft halo had been cast over his white school uniform.

His platinum-gold hair appeared exceptionally dazzling in the light.

It set off his jade-like skin and sharp, handsome features.

With his upright posture, broad shoulders, and narrow waist, he wore the ordinary uniform as if it were high-end couture.

Even more striking was his unique temperament.

There was a hint of indescribable nobility and composure within his languor, as if nothing in the world could weigh upon his heart.

Meanwhile, the inherent sanctity and peaceful affinity of his Holy Radiance Qilin martial soul silently permeated the air.

It made people involuntarily feel a sense of goodwill, finding him gentle and approachable, like a breath of spring breeze.

These two contradictory yet harmonious traits blended within him, forming a lethal attraction.

Especially for this group of young girls just beginning to experience romance, the lethality was maxed out.

If physical beauty were a crime, Lin Ciyan would likely be guilty of monstrous sins, too numerous to record.

Lin Ciyan swept his gaze calmly across the classroom, like a Qilin patrolling its territory, carrying an innate indifference.

He met the eyes of those looking at him and gave a slight nod, acknowledging them.

It was a simple gesture, yet it inexplicably gave many students a sense of honor, as if they had been "recognized by a big shot."

He walked straight toward a window seat in the middle of the classroom, where the sunlight was abundant, the view was open, and it was relatively quiet—perfect for his "deep meditation" (such as staring blankly out the window).

As he took his seat, the girls in the classroom instantly sprang into action.

Those who had followed him from the cafeteria, along with the girls already in the classroom, seemed to receive a silent command, converging toward the corner where Lin Ciyan sat.

Like matter being pulled into a black hole, the seats around Lin Ciyan were rapidly filled.

Furthermore, an interesting "ecosystem" formed—the closer the girls were to him, the higher their beauty tended to be.

In particular, the two female students sitting in front of him and to his front-side were beautiful, with skin so delicate it seemed ready to break at a touch, and eyes that brimmed with charm; in terms of looks, they were not at all inferior to Tang Ya.

After sitting down, they subconsciously smoothed their hair and adjusted their posture, striving to present themselves from the most perfect angle.

The surrounding male students watched this scene, their eyes practically spitting fire.

Why?!

Everyone was a freshman, so why did he seem to have a protagonist halo the moment he arrived?

This face, this temperament, this damn affinity... was there no justice left in the world!

"This brat... must not be allowed to stay!"

"The top spot on the Freshman Class 3 Must Be Executed List belongs to him, no doubt about it!"

Invisible hostility and jealousy spread in the hearts of some male students.

After a while, the most outstanding-looking female student sitting to Lin Ciyan's front-side seemed to muster her courage.

She took a deep breath, turned around, a perfectly measured blush on her face, her voice so soft it could drip water:

"H-hello, classmate... may I... may I know your name?"

After speaking, she shyly lowered her head, then quickly raised it again, looking at Lin Ciyan with those watery, expectant eyes.

This display combined a young girl's shyness and boldness to the fullest extent.

The gazes in the classroom focused once more, especially those of the male students, who wished they could stare a hole through the chair Lin Ciyan was sitting on.

Lin Ciyan raised his eyes to look at the girl.

He wore a gentle yet distant smile.

It was like the warm sun of spring, enough to melt ice and snow, yet maintaining a perfectly appropriate distance.

His voice was clear and pleasant, carrying a magnetic quality that put people at ease.

"Hello, my name is Lin Ciyan."