Looking at Wei Qi, who was like a devoted fanboy, with a light shining in his eyes that could almost blind him, Jiang Fan's feelings were quite complicated.
" Brother Fan!" Wei Qi grabbed Jiang Fan's hand and shook it excitedly.
"I think I have a talent for archery too, why don't you take me on as your little brother?"
Jiang Fan withdrew his hand in disgust, ignoring Wei Qi, and looked at Yang Xiaoqiang instead.
"Boss, the mission is complete. It's late, I should head back."
Yang Xiaoqiang nodded. "Okay, you can go now. We'll handle the rest."
Seeing that Jiang Fan was about to leave, Wei Qi quickly chased after him.
"Don't go! At least leave me your contact information!"
" Brother Fan, where do you live? I'll take you home."
"How old are you this year? You don't look much older than me. How did you develop such superb archery skills? I—"
"Shut up." Jiang Fan was extremely annoyed and gave him a cold look.
Looking into Jiang Fan's eyes, Wei Qi felt as if he had suddenly fallen into an ice cave.
Thinking back to the scene of Jiang Fan killing without blinking an eye and without even turning his body, she couldn't help but shudder.
When I raised my arm, goosebumps rose all over my skin, and even the hairs on my body stood on end.
Wow! What a powerful aura! What a chilling sense of oppression!
I really love it!
"Achoo!" Jiang Fan sneezed loudly.
He sniffed, then rubbed his arms and looked around.
With his Psychic Power, he was absolutely certain there was no danger around, but why did he still feel a chilling aura?
After pausing for a moment, Jiang Fan withdrew his Psychic Power and took out his phone to check the time.
It's already 9 PM, quite late, and after such a fierce fight, he's honestly a bit tired.
However, he felt that what needed to be done still needed to be done, so he strode towards the cemetery.
Earn points!
Inside the villa, after Yang Xiaoqiang and his team finished handling the remaining matters and received their money from Wei Xianghong, they left.
Wei Qi summoned several servants and, pointing at the character "Fan" shot out of the wall with an arrow, said, "You lot, go and frame this character. Be careful while you're framing it, don't damage my Brother Fan's masterpiece, not even a tiny bit! Do you hear me?"
Wei Xianghong looked puzzled. "What are you doing?"
Wei Qi exclaimed excitedly, "I've made up my mind! This wall, this calligraphy, our family will keep it for a lifetime! I will look at it every day to inspire myself!"
Seeing his son's obsessive state, Wei Xianghong couldn't help but twitch his lips.
The next day.
early morning.
Jiang Fan was even more tired than before.
I kept laughing on my way to school, thinking I'd just lie down on my desk and catch up on sleep once I got to the classroom.
In the classroom.
Wei Qi stood on the table, gesturing wildly as he recounted what had happened the previous night, speaking with such vivid detail and spittle flying everywhere.
"In the blink of an eye, a sharp arrow pierced through my window and was right in front of me."
"In that split second, with a whoosh, another arrow appeared with lightning speed, deflecting the arrow that was about to hit my face. Not only that, my Brother Fan followed up with a draw of his bow and arrow, which shot out of the window like lightning, killing the enemy archer instantly."
Upon hearing this, the students exclaimed in surprise.
"That's amazing?"
"Impressive, right? Let me tell you, there's something even more impressive! Back then, our team consisted of a Late-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist, a Middle-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist, two Early-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist, and Brother Fan, who was only at the Middle-Stage Martial Apprentice level. The opposing team, on the other hand, had a much more impressive lineup: a Late-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist, two Middle-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist, and two Early-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist. They wanted to kill Brother Fan first, so they sent out a Early-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist first. Guess what happened?"
"What's wrong? Hurry up and say it! Why are you pausing here?"
"Exactly! Even though we can't beat you in a fight, we can drown you in our spittle."
"Don't worry, don't worry, I already said so. As a result, that Early-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist was completely crushed by Brother Fan Brother Fan when he got close!"
"How is that possible? The opponent is Early-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist, while that guy named Fan is only Middle-Stage Martial Apprentice. How could he be completely crushed? I'm not well-educated, don't try to fool me!"
Wei Qi proudly raised his chin, "My Brother Fan is called Tang Fan, and he's just that awesome! When Early-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist got close, he simply flipped his hand, and a gleaming knife appeared in his grasp. Then he charged forward without hesitation, fighting the Early-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist to a standstill. His moves were unpredictable, especially his leg techniques, which were absolutely dazzling. With my strength, I couldn't even see how he kicked; I could only see countless afterimages. Then, bruises and wounds appeared on the Early-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist's face and body at a visible speed. Finally, he delivered a swift and clean kill to the throat, and after killing the man, he didn't even glance at him before leaving in such a dashing manner."
At this point, Wei Qi's eyes flashed with Thunderbolt once again, and the radiant light of admiration was like a small, glowing sun, illuminating the entire classroom.
Jiang Fan was immediately struck by the mysterious atmosphere upon entering, but only paused for a couple of seconds before realizing he was too tired. He quickly walked to his seat, lay down on the table, and fell asleep.
Wei Qi turned to look at Jiang Fan, feeling quite displeased.
" Jiang Fan, you sleep all day long, falling asleep as soon as you get to the classroom. Are you up to no good at night? Or do you think you're something special just because you beat me and Mu Feng with your Middle-Stage Martial Apprentice strength? Let me tell you, you are indeed strong, but compared to my Brother Fan Middle-Stage Martial Apprentice, he single-handedly killed Early-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist without getting injured, and he's also an extremely skilled archer. Someone like him never slacks off, while you—"
"Shut up." Jiang Fan impatiently glanced at Wei Qi, his icy eyes devoid of any human warmth.
That single glance was enough to startle Wei Qi, making him feel as if someone had suddenly grabbed him by the throat, bringing him to an abrupt halt.
His reaction wasn't just because he was frightened by the chill emanating from Jiang Fan, but more so because the phrase "Shut up" and the aura Jiang Fan exuded felt strangely familiar to him.
It feels like... like the feeling when Tang Fan talked to him last night.
"Pah! "Wei Qi spat inwardly.
What is he thinking, comparing Jiang Fan to his own Brother Fan? This is the biggest insult to his idol!
Just as he was thinking this, the principal's voice suddenly came over the loudspeaker.
"Tomorrow, Ye Qizhen from Qingcheng Martial Arts School will arrive at Fortress No. 31, in our Ancheng. We, the teachers and students of Ancheng No. 9 Middle School, have been specially arranged to welcome and receive her. As an extremely rare Spirit Master, Ye Qizhen deserves our utmost enthusiasm! A warm, warm, and even warmer welcome!!!"