Dongfang Huaizhu and Dongfang Qinlan (2)

"Ye Qingcang?"

"Hehe, that's a nice name!"

"It sounds pretty good!"

Dongfang Qinlan, dressed in a white ruqun dress with a purple sash, brightened noticeably. Her favorability toward Ye Qingcang rose considerably. If it had been five before, roughly equivalent to strangers, then it could now be called ten. Especially after she appraised Ye Qingcang's looks, her favorability soared again, racing all the way to around twenty.

It was worth mentioning that the maximum score was one hundred.

Thirty meant they were at least familiar faces.

Fifty meant ordinary friends.

Seventy meant close friends.

Ninety was probably intimate friends.

At one hundred, they could trade their lives for each other without issue.

Of course, reality was not a game. It was wrong to use favorability to distinguish how a person would act, because everyone's understanding of others changed with time, environment, deeds, experience, and other factors. Just as a twenty-year-old looking back at their ten-year-old self would think they had been so foolish, when that person reached thirty and looked back at their twenty-year-old self, they would likewise feel they had been foolish. The same applied when they reached forty and looked back at thirty. People were always growing, and growth brought differences in understanding. Not only would different people have different views on the same matter, even the same person would have different views at different ages. Data could at most serve as a reference.

Still, the advantage brought by outstanding looks was quite significant. It was like a business card. A finely made business card would undoubtedly be collected by more people. Even if they did not understand it, they would put it away just in case, or perhaps lay the groundwork for future connections.

Thus, Dongfang Huaizhu first performed a cupped-fist salute.

She carried herself like a