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"Oh my God, I'm not a womanizer by any means, but I've seen my fair share of romance. However, I've truly never encountered anything like this. Huh? I, Wang Xincheng, just said that their girlfriends are no worse than Xiao You's?" Fang Jinke, who was slightly plump, murmured in a daze.
Then he seemed to recall something and looked at Yang Xiaoyou in surprise. Of course, he believed that Wang Xincheng was intentionally flattering Yang Xiaoyou.
But such flattery should come with levels. With someone as honest as Wang Xincheng, if the difference were truly vast, he wouldn't have made such comments.
Now it seemed that even if Yang Xiaoyou's girlfriend couldn't compare to those two, the gap probably wasn't too far off. This was genuinely hard to discern.
"That was just about my ordinary friends. Well, you two are actually closer to being my girlfriends." Yang Xiaoyou felt quite dissatisfied with some of Fang Jinke's remarks. If he hadn't sensed any lewd intentions in his words, he might have flipped out immediately.
However, when saying this, Yang Xiaoyou did feel somewhat strange. To be honest, given Fang Jinke's character as a rich second generation, it was odd that he didn't seem genuinely interested in someone like Qi Menglu or Feng Lin. He was well aware of their charm.
Yet this fellow's mental state truly didn't reveal any such intentions.
"Haha, Xiao You, some things shouldn't be said lightly. You're still too young. Honestly, with beauties of this caliber, I wouldn't dare entertain any thoughts. Even if I managed to win them over, it wouldn't guarantee a happy future. Beautiful things are what everyone desires to pursue, but if one lacks the ability to protect them... Heh." Upon hearing Yang Xiaoyou's words, Fang Jinke paused for a moment and then patted Yang Xiaoyou on the shoulder with a tone of sentimentality.
Then he muttered to himself a couple of times.
"What a pity. If only their standards could drop a bit."
Hearing this made Yang Xiaoyou feel somewhat annoyed and uncomfortable. However, one thing he had to admit was that although Fang Jinke was quite irritating, he surprisingly had decent self-control and knew how to read the situation.
Perhaps in the future he might not achieve great success, but he wouldn't suffer major losses either. With his family's wealth, living a carefree life wouldn't be an issue.
You have to give up something to gain something.
Who knows?
This fellow might just be someone who appears foolishly wise. Yang Xiaoyou mused for a moment and found this fellow somewhat peculiar in terms of character. Fang Jinke wasn't exactly impressive; in fact, he could be quite despicable. His words revealed that no matter how well he pretended, he was merely a refined rogue at best.
However, he was a cultured rogue who knew when to advance and retreat.
"Silence! Stand straight!"
Just as the commotion caused by the two magnets had settled, an instructor standing in front of several formations pulled a stern face and shouted.
Thanks to the initial training, the nearby chaos was quickly subdued.
Although their stance was still somewhat crooked, it was passable for a first attempt.
At the same time, all the students present noticed that, without them realizing when, two rows of soldiers dressed in military uniforms had silently appeared nearby.
All of them wore cold expressions as they stared at the student formations, their icy gazes more intimidating than those of the initial five instructors.
It seemed they were specifically targeting each formation's instructor, while the first five were the chief instructors.
Of course, Yang Xiaoyou made this judgment because this new batch of soldiers, although considered elite, still paled in comparison to the composed and formidable presence of the original five instructors. They were like swords drawn from their sheaths, radiating sharpness.
However, in terms of appearance, after the initial five instructors had established their authority, they had a greater impact.
The preconceived impressions had already taken hold; whether round or flat, they could be easily molded.
Upon seeing a group of even fiercer fellows arrive, even Fang Jinke, who had been vocal about his opinions earlier, became as subdued as Wang Xincheng.
"Ugh. When will this end? I haven't eaten yet. It's almost afternoon," Yang Xiaoyou thought to himself, feeling a bit disgruntled but still keeping his composure.
At the same time, she occasionally glanced over at Qi Menglu and the others. The girl must be hungry too; perhaps she should go find something for her to eat later.
Just then, as the instructors of each formation had just taken their positions and began to vehemently criticize and trample on the students' dignity, spitting words everywhere, Yang Xiaoyou suddenly stepped forward.
The instructor from the adjacent formation, which was Menglu's group, had just begun to say, "You all are—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Feng Lin, who had been quietly standing beside Menglu like a serene orchid in a quiet valley, blinked and looked up at the sun.
It seemed she was estimating something.
Then, quite naturally, she reached into her pocket.
She pulled out a rice ball and took a bite.
With her cheeks slightly puffed as she chewed delicately, and with a few grains of rice stuck at the corner of her mouth, her beauty remained untouched; instead, it accentuated her liveliness and cuteness.
However, appearing at such a moment!
It left everyone who saw it feeling as if their jaws had dropped in shock!
Even Yang Xiaoyou felt an impulse to bang her head against a wall.
Feng Lin was not a foodie like Fia, but she executed her daily routine with remarkable precision. Unless there were special circumstances, she was almost like a machine.
Yang Xiaoyou had not anticipated this situation. It was evident that with all Aspects being at the White level, Feng Lin's participation in this kind of "playing house" was nothing special and should not disrupt the daily routine.
Nearby students were taken aback.
Even the instructor from their group, who had been speaking earlier, now wore an expression of disbelief. The five seniors had created such an atmosphere through their efforts, and it was hard to imagine anyone daring to challenge their authority.
Perhaps there were some who felt dissatisfied, but no one would openly provoke them.
However, standing straight ahead was a girl who occasionally took bites from a rice ball, her presence almost otherworldly. It was beyond mere provocation!
This was simply a blatant slap in the face! What she was eating was not just a rice ball; it was a full display of integrity and dignity!
In an instant, the entire area fell silent. Even the instructors who were preparing to reprimand their formations stood frozen in shock, enveloped in silence.
What? I, Divine Horse, don’t even know this! And I don’t like eating potatoes either!
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