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

The three chatted for a while about the Hidden Dragon Ranking and other powerful figures in the academy. The topic eventually returned to the choice of club. They reached a consensus and decided to join the Star Patrol Club together.

The club recruitment process is very quick.

Thanks to their outstanding performance in the four-school league and their own strength, the three passed the assessment of the Star Chaser Club without any suspense and officially became the club's new blood.

Qin Wu personally received them, offered a few words of encouragement, and asked Li Yuqing and Huo Qixing to show them around the club's affairs.

There were quite a few familiar faces in the club, such as Li Muxue, Liu Feiyu, Wang Hanyue and Sun Miao from the same class, as well as Liu Xiao, who had been with the club for a while before.

"Thank you for your hard work, and welcome everyone to join us. This Saturday, it's my treat, so let's all go out and relax. How about it?"

Qin Wu laughed heartily, which naturally drew cheers from the veteran members around him. Long Ao disliked crowds and was about to refuse when Qin Wu stopped him: "Long Ao, it's been a long time since we brothers sat at the same table. You wouldn't refuse to give your older brother face, would you?"

Seeing that Qin Wu had gone this far, Long Ao could only sigh and agree.

Chen Guan roughly memorized the faces of these old commune members. When his gaze inadvertently swept over Liu Feiyu, he looked back at him with a slightly provocative look, but Liu Xiao behind him pressed his head down.

Liu Xiao then cast an apologetic glance at Chen Guan, who nodded, not paying much attention to the little incident.

……

Rooftop.

Bang! The locked door was kicked open, revealing a flamboyant face.

"What do you want, Second Brother?"

He stood with his arms crossed, while Liu Xiao leaned against the railing and said calmly, "It's just the two of us here."

"I'm not blind."

Liu Feiyu didn't care. He followed Liu Xiao's example, leaned against the wall behind him, casually hooked his foot, and closed the door again.

Liu Xiao didn't care about his rudeness: "Why keep targeting Chen Guan? You've already seen his strength."

"Second brother, I just can't stand him. Did you call me here just to lecture me again? Give me a break. I'm already annoyed enough by what my eldest brother says. Why are you making trouble for me now that you're back in the country?"

Liu Feiyu kicked a small pebble under his feet, looking nonchalant.

Seeing his unyielding attitude, Liu Xiao remained silent for a moment. He knew that Liu Feiyu no longer trusted him. Liu Xiao slowly said, "I'm not here to lecture you."

"What's that? It can't have come all the way to the rooftop just to keep me company in the breeze, can it?" Liu Feiyu chuckled, his gaze drifting towards the dazzling lights of the academy city in the distance.

"Everything has its limits. You are better than me, but I don't want you to miss out on things you shouldn't miss, or push people who could have been friends to the opposite side."

Liu Xiao lowered his arm, stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and stopped just beside him: "You're not a kid anymore. You should start making plans soon."

Having said that, Liu Xiao showed no concern for Liu Feiyu's reply, opened the door, and left, the door slamming shut behind him.

Liu Feiyu did not stop him, but walked step by step to the edge of the rooftop. Only when he saw that Liu Xiao's figure had indeed gone far away did he relax.

"Second brother, I don't want to end up like you, having to leave for a foreign land."

He stared blankly at Liu Xiao's back. After so many years apart, he was no longer sure if Liu Xiao was still his second brother, or his eldest brother's younger brother.

His elder brother, Liu Chengjun, was never a tolerant person. Back then, Liu Xiao was sent abroad because he was too sharp and wanted to compete with Liu Chengjun.

Their father, of course, wouldn't care. He didn't lack children; a wealthy father would only produce more brothers and sisters. For his father, choosing an heir was like raising a venomous insect—he only wanted the most outstanding one.

Among all his siblings, only the three brothers had official status; the others were illegitimate children. Therefore, in Liu Chengjun's eyes, he and Liu Xiao were the biggest thorn in his side.

If he shows signs of being capable of great things, he will likely suffer the same fate as Liu Xiao.

He cannot form cliques, cannot be arrogant, and cannot be portrayed in any glorious or righteous light.

He must appear harmless until he becomes powerful enough.

Liu Xiao's worries were completely unnecessary; Chen Guan... was someone he had carefully selected.

"Therefore, before my time comes, I am willing to be the clown on stage."

"Big brother, let's see who has the last laugh."

Looking in the direction of home, Liu Feiyu murmured to himself.

Love you, brother. See you at Xuanwu Gate.

……

Inside the academy, the lights were on. Having grown tired of the cafeteria food, Chen Guan decided to take a rare stroll outside the school.

This place is completely different from the school; the lively atmosphere of the streets and alleys makes Chen Guan miss it dearly.

In this setting, the people gathered in a circle naturally attracted Chen Guan's attention. Chinese people love to join in the fun, and Chen Guan was no exception. He slowly walked over.

Beside a relatively quiet alleyway, there is a rather simple painting stall.

An old drawing board, a few stools, and a girl wearing a faded cotton dress and with two braids sitting quietly, head down, sketching quickly on a piece of white paper with a charcoal pencil.

A crowd of passersby surrounded her, pointing at the canvas and exclaiming in amazement.

The girl drew extremely quickly, completing a simple yet lifelike portrait sketch in just over ten seconds.

What's even more amazing is that she seems to be able to capture the most expressive moment of the people in her paintings. Whether it's the innocence of children, the sweetness of lovers, or the vicissitudes of the elderly, they all leap off the paper, full of spirit.

"Wow, that's a really good drawing! This little girl is quite talented."

"That speed, that grace, absolutely amazing!"

"I heard she's been drawing here for several days now, and she charges whatever you want, no matter how much you pay."

The murmurs continued, and Chen Guan stood on the periphery of the crowd, his gaze fixed on the girl who was drawing.

The girl looked to be around twenty years old, with delicate features and clear, focused eyes. She had no spiritual energy fluctuations and seemed like an ordinary street performer with artistic talent.

Would you like a painting?

The girl suddenly raised her head and looked at the coffin. Her voice was ethereal and melodious, exceptionally pleasant to hear.

Chen Guan was about to refuse when he was interrupted.

"Hey, silly boy, agree."

It was Baal's voice, so Chen Guan obediently changed his words: "Thank you."

The girl smiled slightly and quickly began to sketch the lines.

The image depicts Chen Guan wielding a sickle in battle, her expression, movements, and even the eerie light emanating from the sickle are all rendered with remarkable realism, as if she were witnessing it firsthand.