"Still, let’s talk about the number one. Who is it?"
Guan Yu suddenly fell silent, as if recalling something extraordinarily beautiful.
He stretched his neck, his eyes showing no other desire or lust, and said with some emotion, "This number one, I think she can no longer be called a beauty!"
Wan Moting and Xu Jing were stunned, finding it hard to believe: "What, a fairy?"
"Yes, she can only be called a fairy. Such a girl truly shouldn’t exist in this world; she only belongs in the Immortal World!"
"She’s from Zhonghai, with the surname Ouyang."
"Her name is Ouyang Liluo!"
After Guan Yu finished speaking, Ye Qingfeng, who had previously been indifferent, had a pause in his gaze, revealing extremely complex emotions.
"Ouyang, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time!"
"Do you hate me now, or do you still love me?"
Mentioning Ouyang Liluo, all the way, Ye Qingfeng was a bit absent-minded.
Upon arriving at Yanjing University, the first thing he should have done was to find Ouyang Liluo, but at the moment of truly facing this, he was conflicted.
He sighed lightly. If matters of the heart could be resolved with fists, it would be much easier. Unfortunately, emotions involve the heart.
The four of them arrived at a high-end restaurant directly across from Yanjing University’s gate.
At this moment, the restaurant was bustling. Upon inquiry at the front desk, they were told there were no available seats.
Guan Yu felt very embarrassed. Inviting guests for the first time and encountering such an awkward situation, he glanced around and suddenly spotted an empty table.
"Hey, are you kidding us? Isn’t there an empty table there?"
Guan Yu complained, feeling that the front desk was blatantly lying.
"Sorry, sir, that table is already reserved!"
The front desk wasn’t angry, still maintaining a professional smile.
Guan Yu still wanted to say something, but Wan Moting pulled him aside, saying, "It’s okay, we can find another place to eat. It doesn’t have to be this one!"
Only then did Guan Yu relent. As they were about to leave, a handsome young man in Armani walked over, followed by a man and a woman.
Seeing the newcomer, Guan Yu said with some surprise.
The branded young man saw Guan Yu and smiled slightly, but deep in his eyes, there was a hint of arrogance.
"What, are you leaving without eating?"
He glanced at Ye Qingfeng and the other two before asking.
"Sigh, we came late and didn’t get a seat!"
Guan Yu waved his hand, a bit regretfully. After all, the restaurant’s class and environment were excellent.
"No problem, join us!" The branded young man pointed to that only empty table and smiled, "The table is big. You’ve just arrived in Yanjing; as your host, I should entertain you!"
"These are your roommates, right? Let’s all sit together."
He spoke with a tone of unshakable confidence, which came from having been in a position of power for a long time, commanding others.
"Really? That’s great!"
Guan Yu was very happy, pulling Ye Qingfeng and the other two towards the empty table.
The seven sat down, and only then did Guan Yu introduce Ye Qingfeng and the others. The branded young man was named Xiong Xing, the son of the Xiong family, a second-tier wealthy family in Yanjing.
Hearing his identity, Xu Jing showed a surprised expression and became somewhat reserved. Wan Moting did not care, while Ye Qingfeng maintained a composed demeanor.
The man and woman who came with Xiong Xing seemed to be his classmates. Especially the girl, who looked quite attractive and kept her gaze on Xiong Xing, her intentions obvious.
"You guys must be from out of town, right?" Xiong Xing said in an affluent manner, with a slight look of superiority, "In Yanjing, I can’t say I can handle everything, but most things I can manage. If you have any difficulties, feel free to let me know, or just mention my name, Xiong Xing!"
Xu Jing and Guan Yu smiled and nodded, Wan Moting gave a slight nod, while Ye Qingfeng completely ignored him.
As the Invincible War God, Ye Jiujie didn’t need help from others? Ridiculous!
"Cousin, you’re in business. Have you met this year’s new school beauty, Bai Wan’er? She’s also in the Business School!"
Engaged in energetic conversation, Guan Yu suddenly asked.
As soon as this question was asked, all the men present, except for Ye Qingfeng, became interested.
On the contrary, the girl there flashed a look of intense jealousy in her eyes.
"Of course, I’ve met her!" Xiong Xing replied with a hint of pride, "I’ve decided to set her as my pursuit target, aiming to win her over within a month!"
Upon hearing this, Guan Yu and Xu Jing immediately became deflated.
"Cousin, if you’re going after her, then I definitely have no chance!"
Guan Yu shook his head, smiling bitterly. Although he considered himself no less handsome than Xiong Xing, their family backgrounds were vastly different. College girls tended to be objective in choosing their boyfriends; under similar personal circumstances, they’d surely choose someone with a better family background.
Xiong Xing enjoyed every advantage in Yanjing with time, place, and people on his side, making it impossible for them to compete.
Ye Qingfeng chuckled, recalling an incident over two months ago where Bai Wan’er almost got engaged, and he interrupted the engagement.
He hadn’t expected that his laughter would provoke Xiong Xing.
With a half-smile, Xiong Xing looked at Ye Qingfeng, "This brother here seems unsure about my words, do you think I can’t pursue Bai Wan’er?"
Seeing Xiong Xing’s displeased expression, Guan Yu quickly added with a smile, "Cousin, my friend didn’t mean that!"
"Oh? If that’s not it, then what do you mean?"
Xiong Xing pressed on, looking at Ye Qingfeng with a slight sneer.
As a prominent figure in Yanjing, when had he ever been ridiculed by an outsider? Ye Qingfeng’s laughter seemed to him a mockery.
Guan Yu wanted to explain, but Ye Qingfeng’s indifferent gaze swept over to Xiong Xing.
"Initially, my laughter meant nothing specific, not directed at you!" he said calmly, "But since you want to pursue this line of thinking, I can explicitly tell you, yes, I think you can’t win her over!"
Following Ye Qingfeng’s words, everyone’s faces changed.
Before Xiong Xing could respond, the girl beside him couldn’t hold back and mocked, "You’re speaking without regard to who you’re addressing. Who is Mr. Xiong? There’s no girl he can’t pursue! If you don’t know any better, don’t speak out of turn here, lest you become a laughing stock!"
Her intent was to flatter Xiong Xing, and sure enough, after her words, Xiong Xing’s expression softened considerably, offering her an approving smile.
Ye Qingfeng sneered dismissively through his nose, not deigning to argue with an ignorant woman.
Just then, Xiong Xing’s eyes suddenly brightened, looking at a table about ten meters away from them.