The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

He was shirtless, his shorts soaked with sweat.

Sweat dripped down the defined lines of his muscles, pooling into a small puddle on the ground.

He has practiced a set of the most basic military boxing dozens of times.

His movements went from clumsy to fluid, and now every move he makes carries immense power.

He became like a machine that never stops running.

Every punch and every kick involves the precise activation of every muscle group.

An Changqing's experience inspired him. What he needs to do now is to continuously improve his foundation. He has no shortage of spiritual power in his body. As long as his body can withstand it, he will soon be able to return to the sixth level that he briefly experienced in the past.

The feeling of that power surging within me was intoxicating.

[Holy crap... Has Brother Ao finally come to his senses?]

[This is what a true powerhouse is! Not blinded by fleeting glory, but instead focusing on honing their foundation!]

[I was so touched, really. Yesterday I thought he was going to be completely devastated.]

[Brother Ao has stood up again.]

Chen Guan, who was passing by, did not stop walking, but only glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

That's good. It seems he doesn't need to worry about Long Ao. Sure enough, the main characters all have a strong sense of resilience.

He was heading to the teaching building when a figure emerged from the tree-lined path to the side, blocking his way.

The person who arrived was dressed in designer casual wear, and his golden hair was particularly eye-catching in the morning light, exuding an aura of wealth from head to toe.

It was Liu Feiyu.

A gentle, impeccable smile played on his lips, a stark contrast to his arrogant demeanor of just a few days ago.

"Good morning, Chen." He greeted him proactively.

Students passing by cast curious glances, and many recognized the two prominent figures.

One is a strange man carrying a coffin, and the other is the third young master of the Liu family.

Why are these two standing together?

Chen Guan stopped and looked at him expressionlessly.

"There might be a small misunderstanding between us," Liu Feiyu said humbly. "But I think there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests. How about we become friends?"

He spoke sincerely, and his gaze was so open that there was not a trace of falsehood in it; it was truly admirable of him.

[Here he comes! Liu Feiyu is definitely up to no good.]

[With that kind of face-changing speed, it's a shame she's not studying acting.]

This person is definitely suspicious.

[The person upstairs will tell us something we don't know.]

Chen Guan looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

Just as Liu Feiyu thought his overtures had worked and his smile deepened, Chen Guan looked at him and spoke calmly.

"Stay away from me, I'm allergic to blonde hair."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding noise seemed to be cut off by an invisible hand.

The smile on Liu Feiyu's lips froze.

His entire face was frozen in shock, like a crudely made plaster statue, every curve of his face conveying bewilderment.

To be honest, Liu Feiyu had thought of many reasons for being rejected, but he could never come up with such an absurd reason as being allergic to yellow hair.

He wouldn't say that if he were looking for trouble!

The students eavesdropping nearby were trying so hard not to laugh that their faces turned red and their shoulders trembled.

Liu Feiyu is usually flamboyant, so many people, even if they don't say anything, look down on him to some extent.

Seeing him suffer a setback was naturally something everyone was happy to see.

[Grass! (a type of plant)]

[Hahahaha, the sentence itself is only 100% funny, but Brother Coffin's serious nonsense makes it 1000% hilarious.]

"I'm allergic to blonde hair. What the hell is this allergy? What a top-notch reason to refuse!"

[To kill someone is to destroy their spirit. Liu Feiyu probably feels like he wants to die. I feel that Brother Coffin also meant something else; he wanted to say that he is allergic to the blond-haired guy.]

[I've learned something; I'll use this phrase to refuse people from now on.]

Chen Guan didn't look at him again, walked straight past Liu Feiyu who was standing there dumbfounded, and headed towards the teaching building.

He simply found it troublesome and made up an excuse on the spot.

Whether this reason would cause Liu Feiyu a severe mental blow was not within his consideration.

In the afternoon, I had my major courses.

Chen Guan sat in the back row of the classroom, flipping through an ancient encyclopedia of mythical beasts.

He also multitasked while listening to Baal's sarcastic comments about the monsters in the book in his mind.

"...The dragon has nine sons, and each son is different? Bullshit! That's just a inferior offspring produced by a promiscuous worm maturing with different races..."

Just then, a small commotion broke out at the classroom door.

Chen Guan looked up.

Liu Feiyu stood at the door, a perfect smile still on her face.

However, his signature blond hair had turned a deep, dark black.

He was clearly there for Chen Guan. His gaze swept around the classroom before landing directly on Chen Guan, and then he strode over.

Holy crap! He dyed his hair black!

[I admire his perseverance. He actually sacrificed his beloved blond guy just to get close to Brother Coffin.]

[I'm so upset, I'm going to cry. Is Coffin Bro going to be allergic to his black hair now?]

It would be impolite to have an allergic reaction again.

Chen Guan's gaze swept over his head, then he looked down at his own book.

He treated the extra people at the door as insignificant decorations.

Liu Feiyu stopped beside Chen Guan's desk.

The entire class's attention instantly focused on this.

"Chen, are you still having allergic reactions?"

His voice was gentle, but Chen Guan could hear the suppressed annoyance beneath it.

Chen Guan seemed not to hear.

He picked up the book and stood up.

Under the watchful eyes of Liu Feiyu and the entire class, he silently walked to an empty seat on the other side of the classroom.

I sat down and continued reading.

Fortunately, this was a lecture hall with many empty seats.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't say a word or even give a glance.

ignore.

It is the highest form of contempt.

Liu Feiyu stood there, still smiling, seemingly not angry at all, and leisurely found a place to sit down.

The classroom was completely silent; the awkwardness in the air was palpable.

Just then, a crisp notification sound rang out on everyone's mobile devices simultaneously, abruptly breaking the silence.

It was a group notification from the college.

Chen Guan also opened his terminal.

A message from Li Yan popped up.

[Notice: All members of the Tian Shu Class, please assemble at the East Gate of the Academy this Friday at 8:00 AM. Our first practical combat exercise in the secret realm will take place.]

[Destination: D-rank secret realm, Weeping Valley.]