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"Do you think Senior Ye Li will be replaced by another demon?"

Watching Ye Li throw her daughter Ye Ning'er straight back into the demon realm, Qin Le looked at the group of demon classmates with great interest.

"Probably, but I don't know who will come," the tiger demon replied in a muffled voice, licking its paws.

With one spot now vacant, given Ye Li's personality, she certainly wouldn't let it go to waste; she would send a new demon to fill it sooner or later.

"It doesn't matter who it is," Qin Le smiled. "The newcomers will eventually learn the rules."

"The consequences of disobeying are right before our eyes, who would dare to act recklessly?" The lightning golden eagle shrank its neck with lingering fear.

The other demon classmates nodded in agreement. While demons might not be as quick-witted as humans, they were by no means stupid. The lesson of Ye Ning'er was still fresh; if anyone dared to cause trouble, the outcome would likely be even worse.

Qin Le said no more, turned around and leaned back lazily on the bench, took out the jade slip given to him by Laozi, touched it lightly with his fingertips, and continued to immerse himself in it.

The remaining demon students stayed obediently in their respective positions, tacitly maintaining a distance from Qin Le—so as not to disturb him, yet still able to clearly sense his Daoist aura.

At noon, the cafeteria gradually became lively.

As soon as Qin Le finished getting his food and sat down, several of his dining companions came over with their trays.

While eating, Wang Zhiheng noticed that Li Yanran beside him looked a little listless, so he asked with concern:

"Yanran, what's wrong? You seem a bit listless."

Li Yanran shook her head and sighed, "It's nothing... I just couldn't get a ticket."

"Tickets? What tickets?" Luo Qiuyue looked up, somewhat curious.

"Tickets to Jiang Qingxuan's concert." Li Yanran poked at the food in her bowl in a muffled voice.

After he finished speaking, the expressions on their faces became somewhat subtle.

Wang Zhiheng couldn't help but say, "Yanran, although her concerts may have an effect on aiding cultivation, they can't compare to Qin Le's sermons."

"Of course I know." Li Yanran rolled her eyes at him. "I wanted to go listen to music, not for that."

At this moment, Qin Le chuckled and interjected, "If you want tickets, you can ask Chen Yun for help."

"Hmm?" Li Yanran's eyes lit up as she looked at Chen Yun: "Chen Yun, do you have connections?"

Chen Yun smiled and shook his head: "I don't have any on hand right now. But if you really want it, I can definitely get it. My cousin and Jiang Qingxuan are best friends."

"He can definitely handle it." Chu Xiaonan nodded with a smile.

Around the New Year, the three of them made a foolish mistake and sealed their cultivation to go mountain climbing, where they happened to meet Chen Yun's cousin Chen Xiaoxiao and Jiang Qingxuan.

Jiang Qingxuan had even given them tickets, but they weren't interested, so Chen Yun politely declined. He should have accepted them back then, knowing Li Yanran liked them.

"I want it! I want two!" Li Yanran instantly perked up, and the gloom on her face vanished.

"Okay." Chen Yun readily agreed and took out his phone to send a message to his cousin.

Chen Yun: Sister, could you help me get two tickets to Jiang Qingxuan's concert?

Chen Xiaoxiao: You didn't want it when I gave it to you back then, why do you want it now?

Chen Yun: It wasn't me, it was a friend who wanted it.

Chen Xiaoxiao: ...Okay. Are two enough?

Chen Yun: That's enough.

Chen Xiaoxiao: Okay, I'll bring it to you tomorrow.

Chen Yun: Thank you, sister.

Putting down his phone, Chen Yun looked at Li Yanran, who was looking at him expectantly, and said, "It's all settled. The tickets will be delivered tomorrow."

"That's great! Thank you! I'll transfer the spirit stones to you later!" Li Yanran smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"Whatever you want," Chen Yun waved his hand dismissively.

Although the group had a good relationship, apart from special cases like Qin Le's, they rarely took anything from each other for free, and they always settled accounts clearly.

As for Qin Le's help, they have no way to repay it at the moment, so they can only remember it silently for now.

At this moment, Li Yanran turned to look at Wang Zhiheng and said in a light tone, "You'll come with me then."

"Okay." Wang Zhiheng nodded with a smile, his eyes gentle.

No one else was surprised – when Li Yanran asked for two tickets, everyone knew who she was preparing them for.

After lunch, the group of friends dispersed to attend their respective classes.

Qin Le then went alone to the small pavilion by the lake in the academy, sat down leaning against the railing, took out the jade slip again, and immersed his mind in the vast records of natural treasures within it.

Before long, a slightly hesitant voice broke the tranquility.

"Junior Qin Le, is now a convenient time?"

Qin Le looked up and saw Qian Shuning walking towards the pavilion, his face showing obvious worry.

"Senior?" Qin Le put away the jade slip, somewhat puzzled. "What happened?"

Qian Shuning sat down opposite him, rubbed his hands together, and stammered unusually, "Um... I just wanted to ask, if I were to confess my feelings to a girl... are there any things I should be aware of?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Le's lips twitched slightly: "Senior, are you asking the wrong person?"

He genuinely didn't know how to answer.

He might be able to offer some insights into the difficulties of cultivation and the key points of techniques and spells.

But when it comes to confessing one's feelings... he has neither experience nor any interest in it.

What advice could he possibly give?

Qian Shuning scratched his head, his honest face full of helplessness: "But after thinking it over, it seems like you're the only one I can ask..."

It's not that he doesn't have other friends, but if he were to go to those guys, he'd probably be teased and ridiculed, and they probably wouldn't give him any serious advice.

"Senior," Qin Le hesitated for a moment, then tried to offer a tactful suggestion, "Actually, many times, it's better to be direct and not overthink things."

Qin Le had long since realized that Qian Shuning had a crush on Zhao Yaya.

The key point is that Senior Zhao Yaya herself was well aware of this, and even... had feelings for him.

She was just waiting for Qian Shuning to speak first. Qin Le couldn't bring himself to say it, since Zhao Yaya hadn't allowed him to.

"But what if... I'm just imagining things?" Qian Shuning frowned, clearly having struggled for a long time.

He had been secretly in love with Zhao Yaya for three years. During those three years, he observed her repeatedly, but he could never figure out Zhao Yaya's true feelings for him, so he could only keep his feelings to himself.

Now that it's the final semester, if he doesn't speak up soon, he's afraid he'll develop inner demons. More importantly, he doesn't want this relationship to end without fruition, and he doesn't want to miss out.

"Senior, trust me this once." Qin Le looked at him earnestly, "Just ask Senior Zhao Yaya out and confess your feelings. You'll definitely succeed."

To be honest, Qin Le didn't really understand what it felt like to have a crush, nor did she understand Qian Shuning's hesitant and cautious state.

He had never had a crush on anyone; his romantic history was completely blank. But he knew what these two people were thinking.

"Is...is it really okay?" Qian Shuning was still a little hesitant, her hands unconsciously clenching.

"Of course you can." Qin Le nodded firmly: "Just say what's on your mind."

Qin Le couldn't guarantee anything about others.

But he was very confident about Qian Shuning and Zhao Yaya as a couple—after all, it was a two-way waiting game, and Zhao Yaya was just waiting for him to speak.