If Feng Linghua had been the only one at his side, the attention Yang Lingrui drew would have been manageable.
After all, he was a visiting guest, and Feng Linghua had merely been assigned by the academy to guide him.
But now that there was also the "beauty" Li Qingwan, things were entirely different.
Whenever the three of them passed through the academy's public areas, they were invariably the center of attention for the other disciples.
Some of the academy's younger disciples practically wanted to flay Yang Lingrui several times over with their stares.
No, why did this brat have such absurdly good luck?
Not only had he been assigned Junior Sister Feng as his guide, but now Senior Sister Li was accompanying him on his tour as well.
Such treatment was something they would not even dare dream of!
Still, jealousy was jealousy. Yang Lingrui was a guest invited by the academy, so aside from launching attacks with their eyes, they could not truly do anything to him.
Naturally, their actions did not affect the trio's interest in sightseeing.
Li Qingwan and Feng Linghua had spent the past few years at the academy and were long accustomed to being the center of attention.
As for Yang Lingrui, he was wearing a disguised face anyway. It did not matter if people envied him; at worst, he could simply change his face again afterward.
Unlike the lively, carefree atmosphere of the Painting Academy, the Chess Academy was quiet most of the time.
After entering the Chess Academy, the envious gazes around them noticeably dwindled.
Most disciples walking along the roads were flipping through various chess manuals in their hands, hurrying along.
"The Chess Academy's daily routine is much the same—studying chess, playing chess, and cultivating."
As they walked, Li Qingwan explained,