Qian Qi admired the instance for a while, her eyes feeling a bit strained. She rubbed her eyes and turned around to pour herself a cup of hot tea.
While sipping her tea, she kept her gaze fixed on Su Ang, her thoughts unclear.
Her gaze was intense, and although Su Ang was accustomed to people’s attention, he couldn’t quite handle such close scrutiny.
He turned to look at Qian Qi, and said coldly, "Do you have something to say?"
"What’s your favorite color?" Qian Qi asked.
Su Ang frowned nearly imperceptibly. He had been asked this question many times before, and those who asked usually had a specific motive.
A twinge of unexplainable disappointment flashed in his heart, and he replied coolly, "There’s a topic on the school forum filled with my preferences. If you’re curious, you can look there."
Qian Qi, with her cheek propped up on one hand, lazily leaned against the coffee table and grinned mischievously, "I’m not interested in those answers. I asked just to hear your voice."
Su Ang was taken aback for a moment.
Only then did he realize he was being teased.
The driver at the front couldn’t help but chuckle.
This made Su Ang feel slightly annoyed as he turned his gaze away, his clear voice stiffly saying, "White."
"And what’s your favorite fruit?" Qian Qi asked again.
"I don’t have a particular favorite."
"Do you wear long johns in autumn?" Qian Qi asked with curiosity.
What kind of inappropriate and strange question is this?
[Why do you care if he wears long johns in autumn!] The system couldn’t help but interject, even for a highly intelligent being like it, Qian Qi’s question seemed bizarre.
"You wouldn’t understand." Qian Qi tapped the table lightly with a smile full of meaning.
The handsome young man was evidently shaken by this bizarre question, but thanks to his years of battlefield training, he calmed down quickly.
He replied in a very aloof and indifferent voice, "This is the last question, and no, I don’t wear them."
Qian Qi clicked her tongue inwardly.
Indeed, Su Ang was about as she had imagined.
People who spend many years slaughtering on the battlefield usually don’t like white because bloodstains on it would be too obvious. Su Ang’s preference for white likely had a special reason.
Moreover, given Su Ang’s age, he generally could have chosen to list several colors when asked such a question, but he specified only white, increasing the likelihood.
Based on color, one can make a preliminary judgment about a person’s character and temperament.
Last night, she stayed up late to research news and videos about Su Ang and came to three conclusions.
He is a Double S-level Awakener, an S-Class Spiritual Awakened, giving him extremely strong command skills, and an S-Class Awakened Skill not yet publicly named, allowing his combat power to reach near maximum.
He is backed by the Su Family, one of the seven ruling families; his father is the highest-level Commander, responsible for many A-level War Zone combat strategies, but his mother’s information is unclear and completely untraceable.
And, he stands at the highest point of public view, receiving everyone’s gaze.
Just the official news reports about Su Ang, Qian Qi found 7,372.
Su Ang is 21 this year, and even if reports began from his birth, it still averages nearly one report a day, not to mention the countless live broadcasts and video edits.
Qian Qi shifted her gaze from Su Ang to the sky outside the hovercar, which was gradually turning gray.
Su Ang, he’s like a "God" deliberately created by someone to comfort countless restless hearts, attempting to slowly shade away the dangerous situation.
This fake "God" is gradually collapsing.
Because brutal reality will eventually pull people away from the "God", forcing them to look at what has already been an unrecognizable world around them, discovering the true face of this desolate world.
They will no longer believe in "God".
For "God" cannot save them.
They might even vent their impotent rage upon "God".
Qian Qi took a sip of her hot tea and couldn’t help but ask again, "This tea is nice, can I have a pack?"
Su Ang: "Help yourself!"
As dusk approached, the hovercar arrived at its destination. After getting off, Qian Qi sniffed the faint scent of blood in the air and raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Something came up, so we came here first." Su Ang paused when met with Qian Qi’s questioning gaze, and added, "That’s the official explanation."
He said, "Didn’t you hear it last night?"
Even if Qian Qi had been light on her feet, Su Ang noticed her leaving and returning. He deliberately said Song City had no entertainment places, also as a way to test Qian Qi.
To find out what kind of person she was.
Qian Qi chuckled, shrugged nonchalantly, "Let’s go, I’m curious about what you want to tell me."
Considering he gave her a pack of good tea and a luxury lunch, she could forgive Su Ang’s deception.
"Sigh, I’m still too kind-hearted." Qian Qi said sincerely to herself.
[...] You spent 20,000 yuan on a lunch, in what way are you kind-hearted?
Su Ang looked steadily at Qian Qi, who had a smile on her face, turned, and led her forward while introducing, "This is a B-level battlefield, but you don’t need to worry, there’s only one B-level dungeon here, which is generally stable, and the chances of Magic Beasts emerging are extremely low."
"If it’s stable, why is it still called a battlefield?" Qian Qi asked. She remembered that only instances with high emergence rates nearby were designated as war zones by the military.
And those with very low emergence rates are usually called temporary war zones, where personnel are only stationed in advance to prevent Magic Beasts from attacking civilian areas if instance fluctuations become unstable.
"Although the B-level dungeon is stable, there are many C-level and D-level dungeons here, and Magic Beast outbreaks happen frequently, so a permanent military presence is maintained."
"Then why not have someone clear these instances?" Qian Qi looked at Su Ang, "Are C-level experts that rare?"
On the Light Brain, she couldn’t find specific numbers of Awakeners, as if intentionally hiding something, so she could only learn more truth from Su Ang.
"They are rare, and also..." The silver-haired young man walking in front stopped, his tone slightly heavy, "There is not just one B-level battle zone in the world, nor are all war zones conveniently far from civilian areas like Song City."
Qian Qi also stopped and looked up to see a mountain range.
Due to Magic Beast outbreaks and warfare, many dense forests on the mountain had been chopped down, making it look particularly chaotic and barren. At the foot of the mountain, many Awakener warriors were stationed, busily reinforcing the crumbling city walls below the mountain with primitive construction methods, using cement and stones to steadily build them into the wall.
Qian Qi watched for a while and asked Su Ang, "Is this all you wanted to show me?"
She thought he would take her to the scene of the fight, to witness firsthand how brutal the battlefield was.
Su Ang shook his head, his fine silver hair blowing calmly and gently in the mountain breeze, he said, "You are not yet suited to enter the bloody battlefield."
Su Ang had personal experience. He knew what kind of shadow a child raised in a peaceful area would carry after suddenly entering a battlefield filled with corpses and blood.
He couldn’t let Qian Qi see such cruel pictures.
Just as Qian Qi was preparing to be moved, she heard Su Ang say blandly, "Let’s go to the healing zone."
The sight of bandaged, amputated soldiers should be able to evoke what little sympathy she had.
As expected from a deceitful man!