Chapter 8: Can be appreciated from afar but not trifled with

  Afterwards, I thought, I - Liu Xiaobei, a talented young man standing out from the crowd, a noble and innocent scion of a good family, an outstanding student with exceptional talent... at least that's how others see me, looking left and right, not just a shallow and empty rich kid, right?

  That night's performance was so abrupt and unceremonious, but I don't know what kind of impression the beautiful Xiao Qiao had of me. Maybe with so many people in the audience, she didn't even notice me at all.

  It's better this way, after all. A beauty is like a famous flower, only to be admired from afar and not to be trifled with. Besides, I wouldn't dare to trifle with her anyway.

  Facing the bitter smile that appeared unknowingly in the mirror, I made a big scary face and stopped worrying about trivial matters.

  But "feelings" is something that can't be inferred by common sense.

  My admiration for Xiao Qiao is like a fan's infatuation, but others might see it as having an ulterior motive.

  It is said that on a certain day, with a light cloud and a gentle breeze, the saying goes - A wife is like clothes, let alone an unnamed girlfriend.

  I haven't finished yet, and on the other side, Yide immediately let out a wolf howl: "Haha, so Guan Yu you like Little Qiao? Why worry about such trivial matters? Wait for me to find one or two brothers, we'll abduct that woman and bring her here, then you can... push... dash..." (omitting the following thousand characters unsuitable for minors)

  And the demon finished speaking, and finally burst out laughing at me: "Haha haha haha, you said it yourself, how simple is this matter? Why make it so tragic and sorrowful..."

  I hugged my arms, feeling that life was bleak. Autumn had arrived ahead of time, and I secretly pondered getting some autumn and winter clothes for Xiao Yin. But Yide didn't notice anything, completely oblivious to the fact that my face had turned from white to red, and then from red to green. He even said: "Xuande, you really have a thing for that little girl? Do you want me to help you out? I've got all sorts of goods here, from tools to medicine to books..."

  "Yi De... what are you talking about?!" I couldn't bear it anymore, and sprang up from the bed with a whoosh, my blood pressure rising due to his provocation, my words trembling and somewhat incoherent.

  Yide didn't say anything after that, because Yunchang had already dragged him out.

  Dan Feng's eyes glanced, Yun Chang turned his head and looked at me: "Cough, why are you so serious? You don't know Wing De, he's all talk and no action, everything he says is nonsense, learned from movies. Bad media can be deadly - but he was just talking big anyway."

  His hair was dripping with dew, and he stared with his eyes wide open: "What...?"

  Yunlong pulled him into his arms from behind.

  I stood still: forget it, who made me mistakenly befriend a bad friend.

  "Just say it: 'Don't worry, I'm not interested in that woman.'"

  Yide and Yun Chang stared at each other.

  Alas, I have no choice but to confess.

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  Afternoon, leaning on his elbow and resting his cheek in his palm, he was lost in thought with his head on the table.

  Suddenly thought of something, vaguely seemed to be a scroll face, plus an egg. The shape was terrifying and desolate, I couldn't help but start sighing.

  Suddenly, a smiling face appeared in front of me. I blinked my eyes to take a closer look. Thick and stylish eyebrows, bright eyes, a nose with a slight upturn, and crimson lips. He smiled lightly, and all sorts of charm emerged. He raised his feather fan, the movement elegant as he covered his lips, his eyes glanced at me faintly...

  I suddenly recognized this person.

  His elbow went soft and his head hit the table with a "bang": Ah, it's Zhuge Xiaoliang!

  I leaned over the desk, my arms rummaging through a mess, finally picking up a book and holding it high in front of me to pretend I was studying hard, covering up the expression on my face. I muttered to myself, "Oh no, this question is so difficult!" But deep down, I knew it was already too late. Every time Zhuge appeared, he always seemed to show up at just the right moment.

  It's really worthy of someone who has studied the I Ching, roughly calculating with fingers, calculating that I am now indulging in wild thoughts and going crazy, so appearing just in time to rescue or spy.

  That gentle and elegant smile, yet with a hint of malice hidden in his eyes.

  I thought I was underestimating him, but how could someone as talented as Zhuge have a smile with ill intentions? How could his ill intentions be reflected in his eyes?

  It's truly absurd, Zhuge's ingenuity lies in killing people without seeing blood, beating people to death without taking their lives, and in the minute before you die, he can still chat with you in a elegant tone, as if they were close friends or mentors, absolutely flawless.

  This person is so sinister, I've had a good taste of it recently. Fortunately, he's on our side, which is my only comfort, and I absolutely don't want to be his enemy.

  If I had a choice, I'd rather have Zhuge on my side, and my enemies be the likes of Zhou Xiaoyu. At least that person... cough.

  To be honest, I really can't figure out what Zhuge is thinking deep down. Sometimes I feel close to him because everything he does is for my own good. Honestly, since Zhuge came to this school, someone as astute as him surprisingly hasn't noticed the obvious difference in strength between the two factions within the school. Even an idiot would be able to see that there's a huge gap between them and choose the side that suits themselves just to survive.

  An army's strength lies not in its numbers, but in its quality. I wholeheartedly believe this to be true. Our small group has Yunchang's refined character and Yide's unparalleled martial prowess. Although I'm a fallen royal with little actual power left, my noble bloodline and identity as a prince still command respect. Despite considering ourselves elite, we're ultimately somewhat isolated and lacking in strength.

  And I, Guan Xiaoyu and Zhang Xiaofei, the three of us are known to everyone as F3, which means FLOWERTHREE, translated into Chinese is: Three Little Flowers, shy - although saying Yide is a flower is a bit forced, but it's also acceptable, because it's a name that everyone has jointly promoted and can't resist.

  What really made my eyes pop out was that Zhuge became extremely familiar with me from the first day he transferred, although it was our first meeting, it felt like we had known each other for eight lifetimes. So naturally, Zhuge seamlessly joined our side, as if he was born to wear the label "I am a member of the Xuande group" at the Land Army Command Academy.

  Since Zhuge arrived, the nickname immediately changed to F4 - four small flowers, (*^__^*) hehe......, enough to reflect how outstanding the reaction ability of the Lu Zhishen elite is.

  But in the eyes of some people who are more jealous, there is another version: FOOLFOUR - four fools. I am very angry, but freedom of speech. And these so-called people who are more jealous, everyone naturally has a number, except for Zhou Xiaoyu that fox, no other candidates.

  On the other hand, naturally, it is Zhou Xiaoyu-led Jiangdong faction. Apart from Zhou Xiaoyu himself who is making waves on the surface, calling for wind and rain, his subordinates are either a gathering of talents or a motley crew, or even a rabble. They make a big fuss together, with a thick smoke and a foul smell, being lawless and unruly.

  The two of us couldn't stand each other, always competing fiercely in school events, even fighting to be the first in line for meals. Whenever we met, either we would fight like a pair of angry birds or just give each other a dirty look and walk away without saying a word.