In that precise moment, Yang Yi finally grasped why ancient poets were so fond of using these lines to describe stunning beauty. Before him unfolded a vision; she was like a lotus emerging untainted from the clear water, her fair skin reminiscent of a celestial concubine's beauty. Her lightly painted, scarlet lips and unadorned, dark eyebrows accentuated an air of nobility tinged with poetic grace. To call her the 'pinnacle' was simply insufficient.

For the very concept of 'pinnacle' failed to capture her essence. Yang Yi gazed at her, utterly deaf to the hushed calls from Xu Ming and the others below. Only after the breathtaking beauty had merely washed her hands and walked away did a flicker of recognition spark within him about that figure's familiarity.

I never expected this connection. The first time I saw her, the mist obscured her features, but now, seeing her clearly, I am utterly captivated. It seems my vow to make her mine was destined from the start, hehe! Yang Yi mused inwardly.

"Damn, did the Boss see something good? He didn't even hear us calling him?" Xu Ming looked toward Yang Yi, who was still leaning against the wall with one hand, suspended mid-air, a look of confusion on his face.

"Brother Yi!" Fatty Lin called out.

Seeing the vision vanish from his sight, Yang Yi effortlessly dropped down and announced, "Let's go eat!"

"Uh!" Fatty Lin, Xu Ming, and Ye Xiaohou exchanged glances, saying nothing before heading out.

"Senior sister, hello! Aren't you having dinner?" A female student called out as she saw someone emerging from the ladies' washroom.

"Yes, I’m not hungry, so I won't be eating," the voice was sweet, yet carried a distinct, relaxed chill. This woman truly possessed a unique allure.

"Okay, Senior sister, take care," the girl replied enthusiastically before stepping into the washroom.

The woman merely smiled briefly over her shoulder, nodded, and departed.

At that moment, the four of them—Yang Yi and his companions—did not proceed to the large outdoor feast as previously arranged; instead, they remained in the cafeteria to eat. However, since emerging from the washroom area, the atmosphere among the quartet had become subtly strange. No, to be precise, their mood had been perfectly fine until Yang Yi’s behavior made things decidedly awkward.

"Boss, what’s wrong with you?" Ye Xiaohou inquired.

"Yeah, Boss, you’ve been quiet since you came out of the restroom. Did you see something?" Xu Ming asked, clearly perplexed.

"Nothing, really. But, Third Brother, tell me again, is there any female student in Yi Middle School who is exceptionally beautiful but rarely seen, who didn't even appear at the New Cycle Student Gala?" Yang Yi asked, his tone laced with inquiry.

"Uh, Boss, you didn't actually see a beauty, did you?" Xu Ming stared at him, momentarily stunned.

And it wasn't just him; Ye Xiaohou and Fatty Lin were now hanging onto every word, seemingly eager to know the answer too.

"Damn it, can you answer my question first?" Yang Yi shot them an exasperated look, yet he felt resigned; after all, these three were notorious, extreme lechers.

"Hmm, based on what you said, let me think…" Xu Ming furrowed his brow in concentration, muttering softly, "Beauties who weren't at the Gala... uh—Liu Qingqing appeared, the twins appeared, Leng Yue appeared, Li Qian appeared... Hmm—oh, yes, there is one who hasn't appeared, and rarely attends classes, someone barely seen on campus at all."

"Oh? What’s her name?" Yang Yi’s eyes immediately lit up upon hearing this, and he pressed.

Xu Ming paused before finally stating, "Xia Shiyun!"

"Xia Shiyun?" Yang Yi repeated the name, a sudden realization dawning within him: Indeed, the name suits the person. No wonder she carries that poetic aura, and why I was so familiar with her silhouette after only sneaking a glimpse once. That scent was simply too intoxicating.

"Who is Xia Shiyun? Is she really pretty?" Fatty Lin asked foolishly.

"Pfft! Shame on you! The number one among the Six Campus Beauties, and you don't know her? You call yourself a lecher? A supreme hooligan?" Xu Ming and Ye Xiaohou looked at Fatty Lin with utter disdain as they berated him.

"Hey, it’s the first time I’ve heard the name!" Fatty Lin was speechless; when those two started criticizing someone, they often veered wildly off track. Hmph!

Yang Yi ignored them, remaining silent for a moment, his mind repeating the name: "Xia Shiyun, Xia Shiyun, Xia Shiyun. Truly a beautiful name."

"Boss, Boss!" Xu Ming waved his hand in front of Yang Yi’s face a couple of times. Seeing he didn't react, he exchanged glances with Fatty Lin and the other, unsure why Yang Yi had suddenly become so distant.

"Alright, let's eat quickly. And Third Brother, did you seriously not wash your hands after using the washroom? God, you stink!" Yang Yi said, looking at Xu Ming's bewildered expression.

"Uh!" Xu Ming brought his hand to his nose to sniff, instantly wrinkling his nose bridge.

Fatty Lin and Ye Xiaohou quickly distanced themselves from him: "Ugh, that’s filthy!"

"Hehe, hehe, I’ll go wash up!" Xu Ming offered a silly smile, stood up, and headed to the sink.

Meanwhile, Li Qian sat in her classroom, lost in thought, her gaze occasionally drifting towards a certain seat. Suddenly, she muttered to herself, "Have I really fallen for him?"

Vague thoughts and strange words often betray that the speaker has developed feelings for someone else.

At that precise moment, a figure passed by the classroom window. The person glanced at Li Qian sitting inside, then pursed their lips into a slight smile.

"Impossible, I can’t possibly like that scoundrel. But then why can’t I stop thinking about him unconsciously?"

Just as Li Qian finished speaking, a female voice cut in: "Thinking about whom? Who is it that you supposedly can't like?"

"Ah… Qingqing!" Li Qian started, instantly flustered, quickly asking, "N-nothing, nobody!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Indeed, the newcomer was Liu Qingqing. She gazed at Li Qian with a clear smile, seemingly not believing a word she had just said.

"Uh, Qingqing, why are you here?" Li Qian asked, clearly trying to change the subject.

"Spare me the deflection. Qianqian, tell me, who has caused our exquisite Demoness to experience the stirrings of love in the tenth month?" Liu Qingqing charmingly tilted her head as she asked.

"Qingqing!" Li Qian quickly tugged at Liu Qingqing, then glanced around, noticing that no one was paying attention and few people were present, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Seeing Li Qian's reaction, Liu Qingqing simply smiled and said, "Just tell me, Qianqian!"

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