What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

The mysterious person is impossible to catch, absolutely impossible in this lifetime. Don't even dream about it.

Thinking about it, he walked over to Jiuge and planned to wake her up.

If An Chen remembered correctly, both Jiu Ge and he had a full day of classes today.

Before An Chen could even speak, Jiu Ge, feeling the sunlight, suddenly opened her eyes.

As soon as she reached out, she grabbed An Chen's clothes tightly.

"We've caught the mysterious person," Jiuge continued to mutter.

"Why is it you, not the mysterious person? What are you doing in my room?"

Seeing An Chen in front of him, his eyes were somewhat bewildered...

"...You're in the living room now, and if you let go of my hand, my clothes will get wrinkled." An Chen pointed to the side expressionlessly, gesturing for Jiu Ge to look around.

“What…” Jiuge looked at her clothes, then at her surroundings, and her ears began to turn red.

Without continuing to stare at Jiu Ge, An Chen stretched and got up to go to the kitchen.

Wednesday is the day of the week with the most classes for all students in the school.

In this respect, An Chen's Department of Physical Education is no exception.

After finishing breakfast, Jiuge changed her clothes and went out first.

Because he didn't want to attract attention and wanted to avoid suspicion, An Chen didn't walk with her.

Jiuge didn't mind. Anyway, she was used to being alone, and it was already quite unbelievable that someone would suddenly appear by her side.

An Chen wasn't afraid of being late; at worst, he'd just skip a class.

After waiting for about ten minutes, he straightened his clothes and vigorously ruffled Milk Candy's cat head.

After scooping the cat litter and changing Milk Candy's food, An Chen went outside.

The sun is rising earlier and earlier, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter.

The streets are always bustling in the morning.

The sounds of hawking, shouting, chatting, and car horns mingled together, rising and falling in a cacophony.

An Chen didn't like this noisy environment. If he could, he would love to stay alone in peace and quiet forever.

Since three years ago, he has basically kept his distance from everyone except for spirits.

Until last week, Jiuge suddenly extended a so-called collaboration invitation to him.

After considering various factors, he decided to accept the offer.

Although An Chen sometimes doesn't know whether his decision was right or wrong.

Just as he was lost in thought, the sound of vegetable vendors arguing came from the side.

"This is my stall, my spot."

"Who said this is your territory? I could say it's my own!"

"If you keep doing that, I'll hit you!"

"Try hitting someone, try hitting someone in front of all these people. Come on, come on!"

Shaking his head, An Chen stopped listening and continued walking forward.

"Stop arguing, let's talk this over."

Zhang Zhidao's voice came from behind.

They truly deserve to be called people's police officers; they are so diligent.

Thinking about it, An Chen yawned.

No matter how much or how little I sleep, I always seem to get sleepy very easily...

As they approached the school, the spirit of an old woman caught An Chen's attention.

He seemed to have unintentionally helped this old man when he first went to university a year ago.

An Chen glanced at the old lady and continued walking.

Sensing his gaze, the old lady floated towards him.

"You must be the kind person who helped me during the day, thank you so much." The old lady looked very happy.

An Chen saw that there were many people around him and remained silent.

After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head.

It's not that I'm worried about exposing my identity; the things An Chen does during the day wouldn't pose such a risk.

He just felt that if he kept chatting like this, he would eventually have to speak up, otherwise the people around him would think he was crazy.

An Chen was too lazy to take out his phone, and he didn't wear a mask or anything.

"It's amazing that there are still people in this day and age who return lost property and do good deeds anonymously."

Seeing An Chen shake his head, the old lady sounded somewhat surprised.

She has been gone for so many years, and she has been wandering in this world for so long. It's rare to see someone of such high character.

"I know you're the kind person. Things haven't been looking good lately, be careful. They say that little devil came to the pseudo-capital in the middle of the night yesterday."

As she reminded him, she floated over to An Chen and smiled kindly.

The more I look at this young man, the more I like him; he looks just like my own grandson.

Hearing the old lady's words, An Chen's lips unconsciously curved upwards.

He took out his phone and said, "Thank you for reminding me. I will be careful."

Chapter 22 is terrifying.

Perhaps because he has had very little contact with people for the past three years, An Chen has been feeling somewhat dazed lately.

It takes a long time for a person to break a long-standing habit, but once they have truly adapted to the new situation, the past experiences seem to become distant memories.

Before Jiuge found him, An Chen had never imagined that he would have any kind of bond with anyone.

At least among living people, he had never thought that way.

Yawning, An Chen walked straight into the school.

Why are you so late today?

As soon as they entered the classroom, Li Xiao shouted at the top of her lungs and walked quickly toward An Chen.

"I ran into some trouble on the way." An Chen smiled lightly and casually found an empty seat to sit down.

"You, you, you, you! You can actually laugh?" Li Xiao looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Can An Chen laugh?"

"What? An Chen smiled?"

Several classmates who heard Li Xiao's voice turned to look at An Chen, all with expressions of disbelief.

In the eyes of his classmates, An Chen has always been a very strange person.

Despite their outstanding achievements, they have remained largely unknown.

Despite having very regular features, even handsome, he seemed to be under some kind of magic, unable to attract anyone's attention, like an invisible person in the class.

If he weren't usually so laid-back, the Jiuge incident probably wouldn't have caused such a stir.

Throughout the years, only Li Xiao in the class liked to chat with him occasionally, and even if An Chen didn't talk or pay attention to him, he still enjoyed it.

The class even gossiped about Li Xiao's strange behavior, but in the end everyone regretfully discovered that Li Xiao was just a straight man whose heart was only for Jiu Ge.

Since the incident involving the buzz-cut man, the number of people questioning An Chen and gossiping about him has gradually decreased significantly compared to the beginning.

At least people can no longer treat him like an ordinary, invisible person.

When we encounter each other, we usually observe each other discreetly.

An Chen glanced at Li Xiao with some disdain, then said nothing more and returned to his expressionless state.

He glanced out the window, enjoying the breeze as he quietly waited for the bell to ring for the next class.

When the teacher walked into the classroom, the temperature inside suddenly and inexplicably rose a lot.

After receiving permission from the teacher, the student sitting on the side ran to turn on the air conditioner.

An Chen hesitated for a moment, then turned to look out the window.

Sure enough, his eyes met Zhang Zhidong's.

Seeing An Chen turn around, Zhang Zhidong excitedly darted towards the window.

As if he hadn't seen him, An Chen slammed the window shut, indicating that he didn't want to talk to him.

Seeing that the teacher and the students next to him were looking at his rough actions with some shock, An Chen calmly replied, "You have to close the windows when you turn on the air conditioner. I didn't control my strength just now."

Whether it was his imagination or not, as soon as he said that, the person sitting next to him turned their head away and didn't dare to look at him.

Zhang Zhidong waited outside the classroom window for a minute without any result, and then drifted towards another teaching building with some regret.

The class Jiuge is currently taking is Classical Chinese.

Classical Chinese is a very dry and boring course that is required for students majoring in Chinese Language and Literature.

What's even more puzzling is that, despite the fact that everyone had very little enthusiasm for the course, the school scheduled four consecutive periods for them, taking up the entire morning.

The Department of Chinese Language and Literature has more female students than male students, and due to the weather, most of the few male students skipped class.

The bald old professor was lecturing, while most of the students below were dozing off at their desks.

As I was sleeping, the temperature suddenly became hot.

The classroom, which was already air-conditioned, no longer felt cool, and everyone woke up from the heat in their seats.

Jiuge sat quietly taking notes in the second-to-last seat by the window. Because of her cool and aloof aura, few people in the class dared to talk to her, let alone sit next to her.

Upon sensing the unusual temperature, the perceptive Jiuge immediately guessed what was happening before her.

She glanced out the window discreetly and, after confirming it was Zhang Zhidong, immediately turned her gaze back to the ancient Chinese teacher who was wiping his sweat.