Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

There are many rich kids at Shilan College, but everyone calls her a rich kid.

As she walked, all the students from Shilan College who had finished their classes unconsciously made way for her.

Her clothes were very monotonous, consisting only of black and white.

She had long hair, wore a Dior suit, and short heels, all in black.

Her face, neck, arms, and long legs—the parts that weren't covered—were all white, so fair and elegant that they exuded a noble air.

It's simple and plain, yet it exudes elegance and beauty.

Unlike those meticulously planned outfits and embellishments, her demeanor, movements, and every smile are completely natural and unpretentious, giving you the feeling that it is something she was born with.

She is Su Xiaoqiang, who is known as the Little Fairy.

"Are you two alright?" Su Xiaoqiang reached out and patted Chen Wenwen and Liu Miaomiao, then glanced at Ye Jingchen.

With this, the three beauties of Shilan Academy are all gathered.

She has very sound values ​​and chose to care for her classmate immediately.

Ye Jingchen's feelings towards Su Xiaoqiang are rather complex. Overall, she is a fairly decent minor character, an ordinary person.

It's difficult to discern any significant ups and downs from her life experiences.

Ye Jingchen's inner monologue: "If Lu Mingfei had chosen to stay in one corner and give up, then Su Xiaoqiang would probably have been the wife that the little devil prepared for him."

"He has the same experience as Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei was a simp for Chen Wenwen at Shilan College, but Chen Wenwen treated him like a pushover and tricked him into being a tool on Zhao Menghua's confession stage."

"The little fairy has always had a crush on Zhao Menghua, but she has never had the chance."

"Zhao Menghua is a person who likes to take the initiative. As a rich second-generation, he rarely encounters a situation where he can't win over the other party after making a move."

"How many women could resist a rich, handsome, and romantic second-generation heir like Zhao Menghua?"

Ye Jingchen looked at Su Xiaoqiang for a few moments, then fell silent. "Back then, Lu Mingfei didn't even think of actively pulling these people into the hybrid world. Should I just pull these people into the hybrid world to be my tools?"

"Of course."

Ye Jingchen waited quietly for Su Xiaoqiang to call him back; he was confident of that.

A voice suddenly came from behind!

"Hey! That guy!"

Indeed, someone spoke up, but it wasn't Su Xiaoqiang, but Zhao Menghua.

He mustered his courage and called out, then ran over quickly and stood in front of the three girls, Su Xiaoqiang, Liu Miaomiao, and Chen Wenwen.

He threw the blue backpack onto the black asphalt road, then spread his arms as if to protect the three girls.

"Who do you think you are? Can't you, a member of the working class, stay away from the female students?"

"Such cunning is courting death!" Ye Jingchen turned and glared at Zhao Menghua.

With just a glare, Zhao Menghua was so frightened that he started to back down.

Zhao Menghua had only ever seen that kind of look in his father's eyes.

Zhao Menghua originally thought that with more students on his side, he could easily suppress Ye Jingchen from the moral high ground.

Unexpectedly, the other party was not afraid at all, while I was the one who jumped out and became a clown.

Liu Miaomiao and Chen Wenwen stepped forward at the same time and reached out to support Zhao Menghua's arm.

Chen Wenwen: Are you alright?

Liu Miaomiao: Are you alright?

The two women said the same thing at the same time, and then looked at each other.

Competitors are often each other's confidants, understanding each other's thoughts perfectly.

Su Xiaoqiang, however, walked straight past her classmates Zhao Menghua, Liu Miaomiao, and Chen Wenwen.

Standing before Ye Jingchen, he asked firmly:

Do you recognize me?

Ye Jingchen found it somewhat amusing, looking at the woman who had just slightly amazed him, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"Do you know what? You asked the same question as Chen Wenwen just now."

“She is her, and I am me.” Su Xiaoqiang stared intently into Ye Jingchen’s eyes, a feeling she had never experienced before.

The other person seemed to know her very well, as if she were an old friend, while she herself was completely unaware of it.

Most well-behaved girls from wealthy families lead relatively monotonous lives, which is why they are easily deceived by young men with blond hair.

"Have we met somewhere before?" Su Xiaoqiang asked again.

Ye Jingchen noticed her stubborn yet vibrant eyes, and this time he didn't try to brush her off. "I haven't met you. No, you could say I have, but it was only from my perspective, through written words."

"If you can understand it, then you understand; if you can't, then forget it."

Su Xiaoqiang tried to understand Ye Jingchen's roundabout words. After thinking for a long time, she was reminded of when she was surfing the web.

Su Xiaoqiang felt that the "Möbius strip" she stumbled upon and the feeling Ye Jingchen described was very similar to a Möbius strip.

As if worried that Ye Jingchen wouldn't understand her meaning, she drew an "8" shape in the air with her right hand, "Like a figure eight?"

"Are you talking about the Möbius strip?" Ye Jingchen asked.

Su Xiaoqiang nodded: "Yes."

"What you're saying fits my stereotypes about girls," Ye Jingchen said.

Su Xiaoqiang frowned slightly. "What stereotypes?"

"Girls are emotional and prioritize feelings over facts and logic," Ye Jingchen said.

Su Xiaoqiang felt as if she had found a kindred spirit, and covered her mouth with a smile, "You're so funny! Do you need me to take you home? I have a private driver coming to pick me up."

“I’m not going home for now. But I’d love to sit in your car for a bit. But let me make this clear: if you get in and go to the passenger seat and leave me in the back, I’m going to kick the door open and run away,” Ye Jingchen said.

Su Xiaoqiang straightened her backpack strap, turned to look at Ye Jingchen, and said, "Come with me!"

She walked to a black sedan that was already parked by the roadside. It was a Mercedes-Maybach. After getting in, she said, "Uncle, I'd like to give a friend a ride."

The driver glanced out the window at Ye Jingchen and found that the other person was not the blond guy, but a guy in a black trench coat with a straight posture who looked very much like a prosecutor.

Honestly, the driver thought this was much better than the blond guy.

The driver rolled down the window and smiled at Ye Jingchen, "Miss's friend, please get in the car quickly!"

Ye Jingchen nodded to him, opened the car door, and sat in the back seat with Su Xiaoqiang.

After watching the entire process of Ye Jingchen entering Su Xiaoqiang's car, Chen Wenwen and Liu Miaomiao almost popped their eyes out!

The two women looked at each other.

Chen Wenwen looked at Liu Miaomiao and asked, "What are those two talking about? Why did they suddenly get in the car?"

Liu Miaomiao shook her head. "I don't know. I wasn't paying attention. I thought Su Xiaoqiang was going to get slapped by that guy."

"Cough cough!" Zhao Menghua's legs were still trembling uncontrollably. He glanced at Liu Miaomiao and said, "I feel very unwell right now. Can you help me to the hospital?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Miaomiao immediately let go of his hand. "Zhao Menghua, I'm so sorry, my driver has been waiting for a long time. I have to go back early. I'm really sorry!"

She pointed to the black BMW parked by the roadside, and then walked over quickly without the slightest hesitation.

Zhao Menghua then turned to Chen Wenwen, "Chen Wenwen, my driver couldn't come today because of something, and I feel..."

"Excuse me, I have something urgent to attend to!" Chen Wenwen immediately let go of Zhao Menghua's hand, put the pen and notebook back into her schoolbag, and walked away quickly.

The moment Liu Miaomiao said she was leaving, Chen Wenwen's competitive spirit was ignited. Although Liu Miaomiao played the piano very well, she did not think she was inferior to Liu Miaomiao.

There's a saying: "If what you give me is the same as what you give others, then I don't want it."

Chen Wenwen zipped up her backpack, thinking to herself, "Liu Miaomiao, stop putting on that high and mighty attitude. I won't take what you don't want!"

Poor Zhao Menghua, one second he had two girls supporting him, the next he was all alone.

His legs went weak, and he plopped down on the asphalt road, turning his head left and right to look at the three women who were leaving in different directions.

He asked, puzzled, "What's going on? Why is everything so terrible and unpleasant today?"

The back seat of the Maybach.

Amidst the scent of cedarwood incense, Su Xiaoqiang took a glass bottle of sparkling water from the car refrigerator.

Amidst the crisp sound of ice cubes hitting the bottle wall, she suddenly noticed Ye Jingchen staring at the Cartier Ballon Bleu watch on her wrist, the tanzanite inlaid on the watch face emitting an eerie blue light.

“This is a birthday gift my father brought back from the mining area in Africa last year,” Su Xiaoqiang said, subconsciously turning the crown of her watch. “It’s said to be from the Kilimanjaro volcanic belt.”

Ye Jingchen's fingertips traced the stitching of the leather seat, pausing when they touched a subtle pattern:

"Does Miss Su know that the bulletproof layer of the Maybach 62S contains palladium?"

The driver in the front seat suddenly noticed veins bulging on his hands as he gripped the steering wheel.

The car navigation screen flickered twice, and the originally planned route home suddenly turned into a dotted line leading to Binjiang Road.

"Uncle Wang, turn the air conditioning down a bit." Su Xiaoqiang tugged at her pearl collar button. "Mr. Ye is quite knowledgeable about cars?"

"He's better at studying people than cars." A half-finished silver letter opener slipped from Ye Jingchen's sleeve, the emerald inlay on the handle reflecting a shimmering blue light in Su Xiaoqiang's eyes. "For example, Miss Su always rubs the metal clasp of her bag with her right hand when she's nervous."

The driver's Adam's apple bobbed three times in the rearview mirror.

As the car entered the bridge spanning the river, he suddenly spoke up: "Miss, Mr. Su said tonight..."

“Let’s go straight to Jiangxinzhou,” Su Xiaoqiang interrupted, her fingernails scratching the sparkling water bottle. “Mr. Ye, would you mind accompanying me to see the new yacht I just bought?”

Ye Jingchen gazed at the surging river outside the window, golden ripples appearing deep within his dark eyes. He saw, thirty meters below the surface, a bronze gear slowly turning in the silt at the bottom of the river, its pattern identical to the tanzanite on Su Xiaoqiang's watch.

"I'm glad you like it," Ye Jingchen said.

The neon sign of the yacht club lights up in the twilight.

Zhao Menghua was slumped in a corner of Starbucks.

The matcha Frappuccino in front of him melted into a puddle of green water, all the ice cubes vanished. On his phone screen was Liu Miaomiao's latest WeChat Moments post: a girl making a peace sign in the back seat of a BMW, captioned, "Thanks to a certain coward for letting me have the back seat all to myself."

"Damn it!" Zhao Menghua smashed his phone against the wall, the shattered screen reflecting Chen Wenwen's figure as she walked into the convenience store.

She was standing on tiptoe in front of the shelf, reaching for the hazelnut chocolates on the top shelf, her light green skirt brushing against the mist in the refrigerator.

Zhao Menghua's eyes were gloomy. "You worthless bastards!"

……

A breeze lifted the hem of Su Xiaoqiang's black skirt as she walked barefoot on the teakwood deck of the yacht.

“Mr. Ye, my father said this ship is called Black Swan, but I always feel it should be called…”

“Leviathan, right?” Ye Jingchen suddenly pressed down on the ship’s railing.

The moment he touched it, the entire yacht's LED light strip suddenly turned a deep blue, and dense red dots appeared on the sonar display screen.

The sound of shattering glass came from the cockpit.

As Su Xiaoqiang turned around, she saw the driver, Uncle Wang, holding a broken champagne bottle. The liquid remaining at the bottle's mouth was corroding honeycomb-like holes in the deck.

"Miss, run!" The driver's pupils widened to the vertical slits of a reptile. "The situation is dire..."

Ye Jingchen's letter opener was faster than sound waves.

The blade pierced the driver's wrist and embedded itself in the peach wood wine cabinet, the splattered blood turning an eerie indigo blue under the moonlight.

Su Xiaoqiang staggered backward, her back slamming into the bulletproof glass curtain wall that suddenly descended. "Uncle Wang!"

Ye Jingchen silently sheathed his knife, his eyes cold. "You've been set up!"

“It seems Miss Su’s father is involved in more than just mining,” Ye Jingchen said, loosening his tie to wrap around his right hand. “What he mined in Tanzania last year was probably not ordinary gemstones.”

The yacht suddenly rocked violently.

Su Xiaoqiang slumped into the leather sofa and saw twelve bronze pillars rising from the river.

The pillars, inscribed with cuneiform script, are forming an alchemical matrix, dividing the entire body of water into separate domains.

"Hold on tight." Ye Jingchen picked up Su Xiaoqiang with one hand and smashed the porthole.

The moment the two crashed to the ground, the Black Swan was twisted into a pretzel by the underwater mechanical tentacles, and the burning diesel fuel spread a blood-red carpet of fire across the river.

Su Xiaoqiang's eardrums buzzed from the sound of the explosion.

She found herself being carried on Ye Jingchen's shoulder; the wind pressure generated by the man's running sent three attackers wearing octopus masks flying.

"You two, father and daughter, are really something." Ye Jingchen kicked open the iron gate to the fire escape. "One of you is digging for dragon relics in Africa, and the other is acting as bait in China."

"What dragon..." Su Xiaoqiang's question was interrupted by gunfire.

The bullet grazed her flowing hair and embedded itself in the concrete wall, the sparks illuminating the markings in the corner: three overlapping dragon-patterned metal scales.

The sound of high heels suddenly came from the emergency exit.

Chen Wenwen stood frozen at the corner, holding a bag of potato chips, while the hazelnut chocolate in the shopping bag rolled to Ye Jingchen's feet.

The sound of the pursuers' footsteps stopped abruptly the next second, as if some force had pressed the pause button.

"Take her away." Ye Jingchen pushed Su Xiaoqiang toward Chen Wenwen.

Chen Wenwen was at a loss for words. "Where to?"

"Go to the villa at No. 179 Binjiang Road and find Xia Mi."

The two girls looked at each other in the cramped stairwell.

Su Xiaoqiang's wristwatch suddenly emitted a holographic projection, showing a middle-aged man covered in tubes screaming:

"Xiaoqiang, run! They're not human, they're lizard people!"

The blast wave shattered the windows of the entire floor.

Chen Wenwen suddenly grabbed Su Xiaoqiang's wrist and ran away. Behind them...

Ye Jingchen's black trench coat fluttered in the flames, and his golden eyes illuminated the metal-masked legion in the darkness.

When the sirens came from the riverbank, Liu Miaomiao was painting her nails in the back seat of her BMW.

She suddenly pressed her wildly throbbing right eye and saw something melting in the rearview mirror. The driver's facial features drooped like candles, revealing a head made of mechanical gears underneath.

"Miss," the robot turned its neck 360 degrees, "shall we go pick up Young Master Zhao now?"

Liu Miaomiao's screams were muffled by the bulletproof car windows.

The BMW suddenly accelerated and veered into the oncoming lane, its car stereo automatically playing a hymn-like melody.

For a fleeting moment, she seemed to see bone wings piercing the night sky above the river, but they were quickly swallowed up by the blood-red waves…

(I deliberately retained a small portion of the original Shilan Academy characters' essence, because only in this way will you know that you are reading about Dragon Raja. However, in order to avoid writing purely slice-of-life urban drama, I will use some unconventional and slightly distorted writing techniques on characters like Chen Wenwen, Liu Miaomiao, and Su Xiaoqiang, giving their backgrounds elements of dragons and hybrids.)