He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Yang Guang withdrew his gaze and strode confidently toward the window seat in the middle of the classroom.

Yu Zixin was sitting there.

A math workbook lay open in front of her, and she held a pen in her hand, but the pen tip remained motionless on the paper.

It's obvious they weren't doing the questions at all.

As Yang Guang walked over there.

The girl next to Yu Zixin looked up at Yang Guang, then looked down at Yu Zixin.

then.

With an incredibly smooth movement, she closed her textbook, picked up her pencil case, and stood up from her seat.

Without saying a word, he took small steps and sat down in Yang Guang's empty seat.

The whole process was smooth and seamless.

Yang Guang was very satisfied.

So sensible.

Yang Guang didn't stand on ceremony and plopped down next to Yu Zixin without any hesitation.

All eyes in the class turned to them again.

It was no secret in the class that Yang Guang had gotten close to the school beauty.

But at least they tried to cover it up before.

Now look what's happened, they're sitting together right in front of the whole class?

Are you not even going to pretend anymore?

The boys who had a crush on Yu Zixin looked like they had swallowed flies.

Yang Guang felt the intense gazes on them and casually waved his hand, saying, "Go do whatever you need to do."

Don't look at me.

"Otherwise, my big son will be in for a beating later."

"After all, my son is your class monitor!"

The whole class: "..."

The surrounding classmates all looked away.

Forget it.

Can't be bothered.

Even a rich kid like Wang Hao was completely subdued by Yang Guang, so why should ordinary students like them bother to join in the fun?

The classroom returned to the noise it should have been during a self-study period.

Whispers began again.

However, the topic of conversation shifted from celebrity gossip to discussions about Yang Guang's relationship with the school beauty.

Yang Guang didn't care about any of this.

He turned to the side and looked at Yu Zixin beside him.

Yu Zixin kept her head down, her fingers holding the pen turning slightly white, but she didn't dare to look at Yang Guang.

Yang Guang dropped all his playful expressions and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong, eldest daughter?"

"When you called me this morning, you seemed hesitant to say anything."

"But if you have something to say, just say it. Why be so polite with your father?"

Yu Zixin's fingers gripped the pen, her knuckles turning slightly white.

Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed it back in the end.

That hesitant expression was exactly the same as the principal's earlier one.

Yang Guang leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and tilted his head to look at Yu Zixin.

He waited for five seconds.

Yu Zixin still didn't speak.

Yang Guang frowned and waved his hand in front of Yu Zixin: "Feed?"

"Your eldest daughter?"

"Is the signal bad?"

"Or do you need a middleman between you and your father?"

Yu Zixin finally raised her head.

Her eyes were slightly red, as if she hadn't slept well.

Yang Guang's expression softened slightly.

Yu Zixin looked at Yang Guang's usually playful but now suddenly serious face, gave a dry laugh, and shook her head: "It's really nothing."

Don't worry about me.

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow: "Anything alright?"

"When you called this morning, you only told me half of what you meant, and I thought something terrible had happened."

Yu Zixin put down her pen, placed her hands on the exercise book, and awkwardly avoided Yang Guang's gaze.

"It's just... I've been having a lot of dreams lately."

"dream?"

Yang Guang was stunned for a moment.

"What kind of dream?"

"Just some strange dreams."

Yu Zixin hesitated for a moment, then shook her head: "I can't really explain it, it's just quite mysterious."

"But it has nothing to do with safety or anything like that."

"I just don't sleep very well."

"So I wanted to ask you this morning, but I felt it was making a mountain out of a molehill, so I was too embarrassed to say it."

Yang Guang stared at her for two seconds.

dream?

Strange dreams?

This matter is neither a big deal nor a small one.

For ordinary people, having nightmares is probably due to watching horror movies during the day or having something on their mind that they've been thinking about.

However, in cases like Yu Zixin's, having the same strange dream for several days in a row has affected her sleep quality.

This is not normal.

but.

Yang Guang didn't rush to a conclusion.

He squinted and carefully examined Yu Zixin's face.

to be frank.

Although Yang Guang was not very serious, he became the last Celestial Master at the age of sixteen. His basic skills of observing qi and physiognomy were ingrained in his bones by his grandfather hitting him with a ruler since he was a child.

Although Yu Zixin looked a little tired, she was not in bad spirits.

There was no dark aura or malevolent energy at the glabella.

Instead, there was a faint, warm light.

This doesn't seem like a sign of attracting something dirty.

Yang Guang frowned slightly, and his right hand quietly reached into his pocket, his index and middle fingers joined together, as he secretly did some calculations.

Three seconds later.

Yang Guang's expression changed.

His expression changed from somewhat solemn to strange.

Because his calculations showed...

Yu Zixin is not in any danger in the near future.

On the contrary, something good is about to happen.

And this is quite a good thing.

Yang Guang looked Yu Zixin up and down, his face full of suspicion.

Good news?

What good news?

Could it be that I'm about to make a fortune?

If Yu Zixin becomes rich, then it's like my own daughter becoming rich.

If his daughter gets rich, then wouldn't Yang Guang also get rich?

Yang Guang's eyes lit up instantly.

His lips curled up uncontrollably.

The last Celestial Master, who had been looking solemn just a second ago, instantly reverted to his carefree and nonchalant demeanor.

Yang Guang pulled his hand out of his pocket and slammed it on the table, startling Yu Zixin.

"It's alright!"

"Don't worry, my dear!"

"I just did a divination for you. Not only will you not have any misfortunes recently, but good things will happen to you."

Yu Zixin was a little confused by his sudden 180-degree turn.

"You...you just did my fortune telling?"

"When was it calculated?"

Yang Guang waved his right hand smugly: "Just now."

"My hand speed is so fast that it's not something an ordinary person can see."

Yu Zixin's lips twitched: "Are you sure you calculated it correctly?"

"Absolutely!"

Yang Guang patted his chest and guaranteed, "I dare not speak for anything else, but when it comes to fortune-telling, in this small corner of Fengdu, I am absolutely in a class of my own!"

"Trust your dad, he'll never go wrong!"

Yu Zixin looked at Yang Guang's confident, almost punchable face, and her lips twitched involuntarily.

My initial anxiety was actually relieved after he stirred things up.

She glared at Yang Guang, annoyed. "Who's your daughter?"

"Could you please stop shouting in the school?"

"How embarrassing it would be if someone heard us."

Yang Guang looked completely innocent: "What's wrong?"

"Isn't this the 'father' you called yourself?"

"If you find it embarrassing, I can use a different way of addressing you."

Yang Guang cleared his throat and said in a serious tone, "My dear daughter~"

Yu Zixin: "..."