What's going on? Why are Lan Shengxue and Jiang Fan running side by side, and they even seem to be chatting? Did the sun rise in the west today? Or are they both hallucinating?
Jiang Youtian, whose legs had recovered, was now staring at Jiang Fan with eyes full of hatred.
In the past, whenever he greeted the goddess, she would never pay him any attention, not even bothering to give him a second glance.
At this moment, his goddess was running with Jiang Fan and even chatting with him. How could he not feel hatred and anger?
Tong Shuyao was also angry.
Tong Shuyao's eyes were filled with intense jealousy and resentment. Ever since she broke up with Jiang Fan Jiang Fan, she had been waiting for him to regret his actions and beg for her forgiveness.
But things didn't go as she wanted at all. Instead, the distance between them grew further and further, and they seemed to have become the most familiar strangers.
She had been comforting herself, thinking that Jiang Fan was just playing hard to get, deliberately using coldness to manipulate her, and that he actually cared about her a lot.
But now... Jiang Fan has gotten involved with Lan Shengxue...
Tong Shuyao gazed at Lan Shengxue's graceful figure, which seemed as sacred and noble as a snow lotus on a high mountain, her jealous heart grew even darker.
At this moment, Lan Shengxue took out a pink envelope from her pocket and handed it to Jiang Fan.
This scene left everyone speechless with astonishment!
"What is this? A love letter?" Jiang Fan frowned.
Lan Shengxue nodded and said calmly, "My friend Yi Hong asked me to bring this to you."
In fact, Lan Shengxue really didn't want to do this, but Yi Hong kept pestering her, insisting that she deliver the love letter.
Jiang Fan didn't reach out to take it. "Right now, I'm focused solely on cultivation and have no intention of dating."
Lan Shengxue handed the love letter to Jiang Fan again, saying, "I promised my friend I would personally deliver this love letter to you."
Despite Lan Shengxue's stubbornness, Jiang Fan still did not reach out to take her hand.
The people behind said they no longer understood the world.
The fact that Lan Shengxue handed Jiang Fan a love letter was already quite unbelievable, but Jiang Fan repeatedly refused. This was too surreal!
"How can you accept it?" Lan Shengxue asked, frowning.
Jiang Fan replied calmly, "I won't accept it."
Lan Shengxue stared at the boy's cold and ruthless handsome face, remained silent for two seconds, and then took out a Qi and Blood Raw Stone from her pocket and handed it over.
"Here, take this as a thank you for saving my sister. And please accept this love letter; I owe you a favor. In the future, whenever you need my help, as long as it's within my moral bounds, I will definitely help you."
Jiang Fan didn't want to be tempted, but he was short of money. In addition, he had overheard Wei Cangyue and the Crazy Old Man's conversation and learned that Lan Shengxue came from a prominent family in Fortress No. 1. In the end, he chose to accept the Qi and Blood Raw Stone and the love letter.
"That despicable Jiang Fan! Not only did he take Lan Shengxue's love letter, but he also accepted her Qi and Blood Raw Stone. I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone as brazen as him!" Jiang Youtian said through gritted teeth.
Wei Qi immediately chimed in, "That's right!"
Looking at Lan Shengxue's face, which was many times prettier than Tong Shuyao's, Wei Qi roared inwardly.
Jiang Fan, he's despicable!
He had just finished shouting when he saw Jiang Fan suddenly stop and turn around to stare at him intently.
The Guoguo look in Jiang Fan's eyes sent chills down Wei Qi's spine, making him feel like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
"What are you doing?"
Jiang Fan handed the Qi and Blood Raw Stone to Wei Qi. "Do you want to buy it? 500,000."
Wei Qi was first stunned, then his mouth twitched, and finally he shouted and roared.
"Jiang! Fan!"
Wei Cangyue at the foot of the mountain, exclaimed, "This is youth!"
During her break, Tong Shuyao approached Jiang Fan.
"Did you break up with me because of Lan Shengxue?"
Jiang Fan took a sip of mineral water, looked at Tong Shuyao with an indifferent expression, and spoke even colder words.
"It's none of your business."
After saying that, Jiang Fan ignored Tong Shuyao and walked straight past her.
Tong Shuyao was holding it in. If it weren't for so many classmates watching, she probably would have already started stomping her feet without caring about her image.
After pausing for a moment, her gaze fell on Lan Shengxue, and she went to meet her.
Lan Shengxue also tilted her head back and took a sip of mineral water. The sunlight shone on her, as if coating her with a halo.
It has to be said that when someone is beautiful, even something as ordinary as drinking water looks stunning and captivating.
Tong Shuyao had lost count of how many times she had felt envy, jealousy, and hatred towards Lan Shengxue. Suppressing her dark emotions, she asked softly, " Lan Shengxue, um... I have a question for you. Do you like Jiang Fan?"
Lan Shengxue screwed the cap off the mineral water bottle, looked at Tong Shuyao expressionlessly, and said lightly, "It's none of your business."
The same words, the same expressionless face, the same aloofness. This made Tong Shuyao feel like she was going crazy.
On his way home from school, Jiang Fan picked up some trash to earn points.
The students, both boys and girls, started pointing and whispering about him.
Ignoring all of this, Jiang Fan continued doing his own thing.
As I was picking things up, my gaze was drawn to a flyer.
Jiang Fan walked over and picked up the flyer.
"Hmm... Xiaoqiang Studio is hiring an archer. Base salary of 100,000 per month, bonuses not included."
He was thinking of finding a studio to earn money by completing tasks while gaining practical experience.
"Just archers..."
He had never shot an arrow before, and as far as he knew, becoming an archer required not only diligent practice but also, and perhaps more importantly, talent.
This is similar to sharpshooters and snipers before the 28th century; such people require absolute talent.
However, in this day and age, there are no longer sharpshooters or snipers. This is because the world has undergone tremendous changes since the 28th century, which has triggered a series of chain reactions.
For example, firearms have all been reduced to scrap metal and can no longer be used, as if they have been sealed away.
Scientists have studied this for a long time, but still haven't figured out why. So the question of why firearms turn into scrap metal has become one of the biggest unsolved mysteries of our time.
This led to a surge in the activity of archers, though their skill levels varied greatly.
Jiang Fan raised his hand and stroked his chin. He was thinking to himself that although he was not an archer and had never shot an arrow before, he was Spirit Master. If he used Psychic Power to assist in shooting arrows, he would not need to worry about his archery skills. His arrows could fly wherever he wanted.
He thought it was feasible.
Saturday.
Jiang Fan arrived at the address on the flyer where Xiaoqiang Studio was located.