High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

The campus wasn't big, and we finished touring it quickly.

As Lin Qingxue exited through the back door, she pointed to a street in the distance: "There's a shop over there that I've eaten at several times; the food is really good."

Looking over, Song Chen saw it was an ordinary snack street.

Various stalls lined the roadside, selling fried noodles, kebabs, wontons, and other local delicacies, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

"Your family makes you eat this?" He was somewhat surprised.

Lin Qingxue blinked: "If I eat it secretly, my dad will definitely scold me, saying that roadside stalls are unclean and affect my blood energy."

Song Chen smiled.

"Then let's go."

The two walked out of the school gate side by side.

The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.

After walking a few steps, Song Chen suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qingxue turned around.

Song Chen looked at her face and hesitated for a moment before saying, "You look beautiful today."

Lin Qingxue's face flushed red.

She lowered her head, her ear tips turning pink, looking quite embarrassed: "You...you look pretty good in armor too."

Then he quickened his pace and walked ahead.

Song Chen stood there, watching her back.

The light pink skirt swayed gently in the wind, and her long hair flowed, shimmering softly in the sunlight.

He suddenly realized how lovely the sunshine was today.

He followed in her footsteps.

The two walked into the bustling food street, one after the other.

The two walked slowly.

Lin Qingxue stopped in front of a barbecue stall, her eyes sparkling as she stared at the sizzling, oily meat skewers on the rack.

She waved her hand generously: "Boss, ten skewers, please!"

Then she turned to look at Song Chen, "Do you eat spicy food?"

"eat."

"Add extra spice!" she said with a smile, pulling a bill from her pocket.

Song Chen pressed her hand down: "I'll do it."

"No, I promised to treat you." She stubbornly handed over the money, moving so quickly it was as if she was afraid he would steal the bill.

When the skewers were handed over, she took one and gave it to him first.

Song Chen took it and took a bite; the spiciness of the chili and the aroma of the meat exploded in her mouth.

She watched him nervously from the side.

"Is it tasty?"

"tasty."

She laughed, took a bite herself, and then slapped her mouth shut because of the spiciness.

Song Chen bought a cup of plum juice from a nearby stall and handed it to her. She took it and drank a big gulp, her eyes stinging with tears, but she was still smiling.

The two of them continued walking and eating.

Grilled skewers, fried noodles, candied hawthorn, fried rice cakes... we only bought one serving of each, so the two of us could share it.

As Lin Qingxue passed a ring toss stall, she stopped and stared at a plush doll on the farthest row of the ground.

It was a white rabbit, round and plump, holding a carrot, looking adorable.

"Want it?" Song Chen asked.

"Um..." she said, a little embarrassed.

"I always wanted one when I was little, but my family wouldn't let me buy it, saying that playing with toys would distract me from my studies."

Song Chen walked up to the stall, took out some change, and exchanged it for five rings.

He weighed it in his hand, then casually tossed it, and the ring landed securely on the rabbit.

Lin Qingxue cheered and ran over to pick up the rabbit and hug it to her chest.

Song Chen watched her happily hugging the rabbit, but said nothing.

Holding the rabbit, she pulled up his sleeve and walked forward, pointing to a men's clothing store in the distance: "Let's go, it's time to buy some clothes."

Before long, the two entered the shop.

Lin Qingxue seemed like a different person, moving back and forth among the clothes racks, quickly carrying a stack of clothes in her hands.

Shirts, jackets, casual pants, and a few other items she couldn't name but insisted were "good-looking."

She pushed him into the fitting room: "Try this one, and try this one too."

Song Chen came out wearing a dark blue shirt, tilting her head and looking at it for a while: "It's okay, but something's not quite right."

She changed into another light gray one, then shook her head.

"Too formal."

The third item was a simple white T-shirt paired with a black casual jacket.

Her eyes lit up, and she circled him, exclaiming, "He's handsome!"

She took two steps back, tilted her head to examine him, then stepped forward to straighten his collar. "This is the one."

She was very close, close enough for him to smell the faint scent of cherry blossoms in her hair.

Her fingertips touched his neck and felt a little cool.

Song Chen stood still, motionless.

Just then, a voice came from the shop entrance.

"Qingxue?"

Lin Qingxue's hand stopped, and the two turned their heads at the same time.

A young man, around twenty years old, stood at the door, wearing a well-tailored white combat uniform with a silver badge pinned to his chest.

That's the logo of a well-known martial arts school in Beijing.

Lin Qingxue was taken aback: "Zhang Hao? When did you get back?"

Zhang Hao walked in, his gaze sweeping between her and Song Chen: "They just arrived yesterday."

His smile remained unchanged, but a hint of scrutiny crept into his eyes as he pointed at Song Chen and asked, "And this is?"

"My classmate, Song Chen." Lin Qingxue's tone became somewhat indifferent.

Zhang Hao's gaze fell on Song Chen, from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top.

The gaze was light, as light as a feather, but Song Chen could feel the weight within it.

He saw the new coat Song Chen was wearing, the old trench coat hanging in the fitting room, and the corner of dark blue armor peeking out from under the trench coat.

"Song Chen?" He repeated the name, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I've heard so much about you."

Although he said that, his tone didn't imply that he had long admired him.

Lin Qingxue clearly understood, and her brows furrowed slightly: "Zhang Hao, we have other things to do."

Zhang Hao laughed and said, "What's the rush? It's been a long time, let's chat."

His gaze swept over Song Chen again. "Is Song preparing for the college entrance exam? Which school are you planning to apply to?"

"It's not decided yet," Song Chen said.

Zhang Hao nodded thoughtfully: "That's true. When it comes to the college entrance exam, it all comes down to ability."

He raised his hand and casually wiggled his fingers: "Then you'd better think it over carefully. Just like when I got into the martial arts university in Beijing, I immediately gained a huge advantage over some people from the bottom."

When he said the words "people at the bottom of society," he spoke casually, as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

Lin Qingxue's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. Just as she was about to speak, a sales assistant from the store suddenly approached: "Sir, would you like this outfit you tried on wrapped up?"

Lin Qingxue spoke first, taking out her phone to pay: "Wrap it up."

Zhang Hao glanced at the price tag and laughed, "Qingxue, are you treating? Can't this Song classmate afford to pay for himself?"

The air fell silent for a moment, then Lin Qingxue's face darkened: "Zhang Hao, that's enough."

Zhang Hao shrugged: "I was just asking casually. After all, Qingxue, your family is well-off; not just anyone can..."

At this moment, another sales assistant came over and interrupted him: "Sir."

Her gaze fell on the dark gold badge on Song Chen's chest, her eyes respectful: "May I ask if you are a core member of the Divine Dragon Martial Arts Academy?"

Song Chen nodded.

The sales assistant became even more respectful: "Our store manager is also a martial artist from Shenlong Martial Arts School. He just recognized your badge and said that all your purchases at our store are on the house."

She paused, glanced at Zhang Hao, and continued, "The manager also said that the core members of Shenlong Martial Arts Academy can be counted on one hand in the entire Anning City. It is our honor to receive you."

Zhang Hao's smile froze.

The sales assistant ignored him and continued speaking to Song Chen, "Is your armor grade B?"

"Our store manager said that this suit of armor is worth at least 30 million yuan on the market, and there aren't many people in the entire Anning City who can afford to wear it."

But every word felt like a slap in the face to Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao's face turned pale and then flushed. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

Grade B armor.

Thirty million.

Core members of Shenlong Martial Arts School.

He glanced down at his white combat suit, which was a designer brand, but...