"Ah!"
The boy cautiously glanced at Lin Yu. Seeing that Lin Yu was not angry, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"You don't need to be so nervous around me from now on. It's not like I'm some unreasonable person. We'll be classmates from now on, so there's no need to be so restrained!"
Lin Yu spoke with a smile.
"O-Okay!"
Lin Yu's gentle attitude left the boy somewhat at a loss. After all, his impression of Lin Yu had remained fixed on the Eight-District Martial Tournament, where Lin Yu had truly seemed like a demon god.
"You're Zhang Wenbo, right? I remember you participated in the Eight-District Martial Tournament too."
"Y-Yes, Brother Yu. My name is Zhang Wenbo. I can't believe Brother Yu still remembers me!"
Excitement immediately appeared on Zhang Wenbo's face. He had never expected Lin Yu to know who he was. After all, he had ranked well beyond the top few dozen on the tournament list. The fact that Lin Yu remembered him truly felt unbelievable to Zhang Wenbo.
"It's nothing. My memory's just a little better. By the way, what did you mean when you said Xiaoya had become a newly crowned campus belle?"
Lin Yu smiled faintly before asking curiously again.
This time, Zhang Wenbo was not as nervous as before. Perhaps Lin Yu's gentle attitude had reassured him, or perhaps he felt that Lin Yu was genuinely just curious. Zhang Wenbo immediately began explaining.
"Brother Yu, it's like this. First Martial University has always had a campus belle ranking. Everyone on that list is voted in by the students of First Martial University, and anyone who earns a place on it is absolutely among the best of the best."
At this point, Zhang Wenbo paused. Seeing the curious looks from the surrounding