The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Beyond the sky.

Under the sycamore tree.

"Holy shit!"

Su Huaying's mouth was agape.

She glanced at Jiang Liyu in the sky, then at the aloof Jiang Liyu beside her, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the two of them several times.

"Little fish..."

"Were you this good before?"

"Um?"

Jiang Liyu turned to look at her, her eyes filled with confusion.

next second.

Su Huaying bent her knees and hugged her thighs.

"Sisters!"

"You must teach me this technique!"

"I've never asked anyone for anything in my life, but this time I'm really begging you!"

A burst of suppressed laughter immediately erupted from the surrounding area.

Jiang Liyu did not answer immediately.

She looked up at the 23rd floor of the dormitory building, then looked down at Su Huaying, who was clinging to her and refusing to let go.

The isolation formation there has not yet dissipated.

She was silent for a moment, then sighed softly.

"I have nothing to teach you."

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

The students in Class 9 all shook their heads.

Everyone in Class 9 knew that Su Huaying liked the class monitor.

But Ye Chuhao always kept his distance from her.

As for what secrets were hidden between the two, no one could find the answer after much speculation.

Seeing that Jiang Liyu had no intention of sharing her experience, they could only suppress their gossipy curiosity and look back at the sky.

Within the projection.

Ye Chen closed his eyes briefly, not responding to Jiang Liyu's statement, "Only for Master to see."

After drying the water droplets from her long hair, he rummaged through the cabinet and pulled out a cylindrical hair dryer.

The hair dryer does not need to be connected to a power source.

The Creation Coin embedded inside simultaneously drives both wind and fire magic; simply press a switch, and the vent will blow out hot air at a suitable temperature.

"You can blow the rest yourself."

Ye Chen handed her the hair dryer.

"Um."

Jiang Liyu took the hair dryer and sat in front of the vanity mirror.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

Her long, icy blue hair fluttered gently in the hot wind.

The mirror reflected her face, which was still flushed, and also Ye Chen behind her, constantly swiping the backpack panel.

"I just happened to get a level 20 minor artifact."

"The attributes are suitable for ice-type swordsmen, let's give it to her for now."

"If we find someone more suitable later, we'll replace her."

A beam of icy blue light fell from the backpack panel.

Ye Chen suddenly had a long sword in his hand.

The sword is slender and straight, with an icy blue sheen throughout, and a deep blue gem is inlaid in the center of the hilt.

Before the sword was even drawn, the surrounding temperature had already dropped several degrees.

Ye Chen turned around.

"Xiao Jiang, is your hair done?"

"come over."

Jiang Liyu turned off the hairdryer, her long hair falling to her waist.

She walked up to Ye Chen.

"Master?"

"Here, take this."

Ye Chen handed over the ice-blue longsword.

Jiang Liyu gripped the sword hilt, and weapon information immediately appeared before her.

[Weapon Name: Frost Annihilation]

[Type: Ice Attribute One-Handed Sword]

[Rank: Lv.20]

Equipment Restrictions: None

Base Attack Power: 108

[Sub-stat: Critical Strike Damage 36%]

[Passive - Frosty Demise]

[After a normal attack hits, there is a 25% chance to generate a Frostbite Field at the target's feet, lasting for 5 seconds.]

[Within this area, own attack power is increased by 12%, and target movement speed is reduced by 20%.]

[Background Story]

Long ago, a wandering swordsman rescued a young girl on a snowy plain and gave her this sword for self-defense.

Years later, the two were separated during the war.

Following the frosty light that illuminated the sword each night, the girl traversed three thousand miles of snow-covered plains, finally finding her master in an old city.

From then on, Frostfall gained another name.

[The journey home.]

Jiang Liyu looked at the last two words, her fingers hovering over the cold hilt of the sword.

Above the screen, the comments section also paused briefly.

[Wait a minute, isn't there something off about this weapon story?]: "Wait a minute, isn't there something wrong with this weapon story?"

"Master gifted me a sword, and I followed its light for three thousand miles?"

"Elder Ye, are you sure this is a greeting gift?"

"Why does it look a bit like a token of love to me?"

【Linmiao】：

"Don't talk nonsense, they just have a purely platonic master-disciple relationship!"

[My writing reflects my own perspective]:

"Could you please turn your mouth down a little before you say that?"

inside the room.

The cold air emanating from the frost swept across Jiang Liyu's fingertips.

But she never let go.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that she was standing still, Ye Chen waved his hand in front of her eyes.

"dislike?"

"If you don't like it, I'll get you another one later."

"Let's make do with this for now."

Jiang Liyu's throat moved slightly.

She held Frostbite for a long time before finally handing the sword back.

"Master, I really like this sword."

"It's just too expensive."

She is only at level seven.

The base stats provided by a level 20 weapon far exceed her current level.

Even Mengzhu, a beta tester, couldn't come up with such a configuration.

"I also have a regular longsword in my backpack."

"Master should keep this one for himself."

Ye Chen did not answer.

He gripped the scabbard and pushed it back into Jiang Liyu's arms.

"Take it if you like it."

"Since you've already called me Master, consider this sword a gift for our first meeting."

Jiang Liyu hugged Shuangmie, her gaze shifting from the sword's edge to Ye Chen's face.

Advanced recovery potions, luxury suites, and level 20 weapons.

Ye Chen gave her more and more things, but never asked her for anything in return.

My father once said that the more you take, the more you will have to pay back in the end.

Jiang Liyu pursed her lips and subconsciously reached for the bath towel.

"Master, I feel uneasy if you don't accept my apprenticeship gift."

Ye Chen's eyes twitched, and he immediately grabbed her hand.

"Just keep it."

"I really can't accept the apprenticeship gift you prepared."

Jiang Liyu stopped what she was doing and looked at him intently.

"Master, please answer one of my questions seriously."

Are you planning to train me as a suicide bomber?

"Are there monsters in the next circle that have a special attack, and you'll need someone to take the hit for you?"

"So that's why you saved me, taught me, and even gave me such good equipment in advance?"

Ye Chen was taken aback for a moment, then laughed at her idea.

"If that day ever comes, will you shield me from it?"

"meeting."

Jiang Liyu did not avoid his gaze.

There was no joking, no hesitation, in those icy blue eyes.

She really does.

Ye Chen's heartbeat quickened twice.

He pressed down on Jiang Liyu's shoulder and pushed her back half a step.

"Alright."

Don't overthink it.

Ye Chen looked away and grabbed the cloak from beside the bed, putting it on.

"I'll go downstairs and buy you some clothes."

"I'll leave the cooking to you."

"If you need any ingredients, just pull the red rope by the bed and the landlady will bring them up."

After saying these words, Ye Chen turned and left.

"boom--"

The door closed.

Jiang Liyu stood there, holding Shuangmie in her arms.

She recalled Ye Chen's averted gaze and gently stroked the cool scabbard with her fingertips.

"Master..."

The camera lingered on the slightly upturned corners of her mouth.