Some people say a pleasant voice is like the song of an oriole, and Qin Fen always thought that was just a metaphor, until he heard the female voice behind him and realized such a sound truly existed in the world.

Lin Liqiang felt as if he’d been struck by lightning upon hearing the voice. The usually dashing superstar slowly turned his head, a trace of awkwardness on his face, and managed a smile. “Jiajia, you’ve misunderstood me this time. I was just praising your magnificent, glorious, and towering image.”

The girl who emerged from the avant-garde, flying-saucer-shaped, magnetically levitated Ferrari instantly made everyone’s eyes light up. Paired with the sports car’s convertible design, whose upper half was made of semi-transparent composite material, the entire scene radiated a blinding brilliance.

Qin Fen had only ever seen such a car online. There were only ten of them on the entire planet, touted as the limited edition among limited editions, priced at thirty-five million US dollars. Moreover, mere wealth wasn't enough to acquire one; without a powerful background, spending money was useless.

“Is that so?” Song Jia gracefully approached Lin Liqiang, sizing up both Inzaghi and Qin Fen before casually patting Lin Liqiang’s shoulder. “What? Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends? We’ll be classmates from now on.”

Qin Fen was slightly surprised. This celestial daughter, spoken of so highly by Lin Liqiang, possessed not an ounce of pretense and appeared remarkably easygoing. However, judging by Lin Liqiang’s current demeanor, he had clearly been bested by this girl—perhaps one more in the line of disappointed pursuers?

For the supremely intelligent Lin Liqiang to suffer a setback? Qin Fen casually shook his head. In any case, such a privileged celestial figure existed on a vastly different plane from him; why bother considering her?

“Haha, my oversight!” Lin Liqiang gestured to Song Jia with gentlemanly flair. “This is Miss Song, whose beauty is matched only by her intellect.”

Song Jia rolled her eyes at Lin Liqiang—this guy’s personality hadn't changed one bit! Only someone with his disposition would conceal the status of the second young master of the Super Beast Group to come here as an ordinary student, seeking an ordinary life.

“And this one~~” Lin Liqiang draped an arm over Inzaghi’s shoulder. “Earth’s future… perhaps humanity’s first master alchemist, Inzaghi, a cool guy whose handsomeness is second only to mine. Jianzhong’s second campus idol, with a fan club second only to me in size. Currently single.”

“Hello,” Song Jia said generously, taking the initiative to nod in greeting to Inzaghi. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Pleased,” Inzaghi replied politely with a slight nod, though his expression conveyed little genuine delight or sincerity.

“This one is even more remarkable,” Lin Liqiang slapped Qin Fen on the back. “The only person in the entire school whom Inzaghi willingly befriends. Currently single. No girlfriend.”

What kind of introduction was this? Qin Fen smiled weakly. Compared to Inzaghi, even someone as eloquent as Lin Liqiang found it difficult to introduce him properly.

Of course, being the person Inzaghi proactively sought friendship with was indeed something that would make anyone at Jianzhong feel proud.

“Hello…” Facing a super-genius like Inzaghi, Song Jia merely nodded in greeting, but this time, she boldly extended her hand, a jade-like palm as smooth as refined mutton fat.

Lin Liqiang’s smiling expression froze momentarily. He looked at Song Jia with disbelief, then regarded Qin Fen as if he were a monster.

Having grown up together, Lin Liqiang knew Song Jia too well. While not haughty, her standards were exceedingly high, given her family background. Initiating a handshake was something she almost never did. What was happening today? Facing the super-genius Inzaghi, she merely nodded, yet toward Qin Fen…

Lin Liqiang admitted that Qin Fen was indeed different. As a friend, he understood Qin Fen’s living situation even better. When Qin Fen wasn't present, Lin Liqiang had once told Inzaghi that if the three of them shared the exact same background, Qin Fen’s prowess in martial arts would not fall even slightly behind the other two!

But even so, it shouldn’t provoke Song Jia into extending her hand! Lin Liqiang quickly studied Song Jia. Had the girl discovered something else? A woman’s sixth sense was sometimes more accurate than scientific instruments.

“Me too,” Qin Fen said, offering no more words than Inzaghi. After a polite handshake, he pulled his hand away only to realize she hadn't immediately let go.

Song Jia’s pair of beautiful eyes flickered rapidly between surprise and confusion. Her reason for stopping to greet them wasn't solely because she encountered Lin Liqiang; the other crucial reason was the seemingly unremarkable Qin Fen standing before her.

Song Jia, hailing from a martial arts lineage, possessed an extraordinary faculty for sensing the Wu (Martial essence). When she first saw Qin Fen’s back, she felt a sense of the incredible: this person was clearly standing there, yet one could so easily overlook him.

It wasn't a lack of presence, but rather that his Qi seemed subtly merged with the surrounding environment! This was something martial arts masters achieved only upon reaching a certain profound level!

To cultivate one’s power to such a sharp, imposing degree at such a young age was the mark of a genius, or perhaps the genius among geniuses! Merging with the environment? That signaled crossing the threshold into true mastery! How could a high school student achieve that?

Jingjie (Realm/State), that was an understanding! Something that couldn't be expressed through words, only felt with the body! That’s what Song Jia’s grandfather, one of the supreme experts in the current era, used to say.

After a brief exchange and close-range observation, Song Jia was astonished. This young man named Qin Fen truly presented an anomaly, which was why she had proactively offered her hand to test the waters.

Qin Fen subtly increased the pressure on his wrist and, without changing his expression, withdrew his hand. Song Jia instantly felt a slight loss of composure and immediately let go of his hand, her eyes filling with suspicion. Two Stars! A momentary probe of inner Qi revealed that this Qin Fen possessed only Two-Star strength! How could such strength emanate such an aura?

Song Jia frowned deeply in thought, completely forgetting to offer Qin Fen an apology. Probing someone’s Qi without their consent was an exceptionally impolite act.

A flash of displeasure crossed Inzaghi’s eyes, while Lin Liqiang looked at Qin Fen with a hint of apology. Such a probing test was usually only known to the two parties involved, but these two bystanders were geniuses among geniuses; things imperceptible to ordinary folk did not escape their senses.

“It’s time for class,” Qin Fen said, his expression unchanged, as if he hadn't been the one subjected to the test. He turned and walked toward the teaching building.

Inzaghi glared at Song Jia again with clear displeasure, then followed Qin Fen silently toward the building.