Caught her

The room fell into a deep silence, and everyone present watched the scene unfolding before them with disbelief, their expressions ranging from astonishment to utter shock.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, people regained their composure and their eyes were filled with indescribable shock. Zhang Shijie, in particular, was in such pain that he burst into tears, rolling on the floor while reaching out for help.

No one dared to move, as another sinister man rested his hand on their shoulder with a casual smile. "Come on, quickly tell me, where is the kitten that left you in this state?" he said.

The princes burst into tears, realizing that they had indeed been beaten badly. Their complaints filled the air.

Nangong Lie's fox-like eyes narrowed as he realized where the person was hiding. "So, you hid in the ancestral hall," he said, shouting towards a figure on the lawn in the distance. "Hey, Ah Jue, shall we go to class?"

"Not going," replied the figure, closing his eyes. The morning sun hit his slightly broken thin lips, making his perfect facial features appear even more dazzling than the sun.

Nangong Lie continued to shout, trying to convince him. "Think carefully. That kitten might still be there," he said.

The figure raised his hand and removed the Sanskrit ancient book that was blocking his view. His glowing fingertips played with the gorgeous wrench worn on his little finger, and a sinister smile slowly spread across his evil thin lips.

Meanwhile, inside the ancestral hall, Helian Weiwei lay on a low table, hiding from the master who had just entered. She stuffed a few strawberries into her mouth, half-awake and half-asleep, enjoying the comfort of her position.

She knew from experience that on the first day of school, there would usually be introductions and nothing of great importance to listen to.

Helian Weiwei's assumption was correct. The master, dressed in an ancient robe and holding a ring ruler, came up to introduce himself first. However, before he could finish his introduction, he frowned and silenced the room. An old man walked in, drawing the displeasure of the master. "Come in," he said with irritation in his eyes.

As soon as the tall and slender figure stepped into the ancestral hall, it felt as if all the air had been sucked away. His lazy demeanor exuded an unparalleled charm, with his green shirt and white clothes, and his ink-black hair shimmering like silk. He was truly extraordinary.

At that moment, people could only think of one phrase: Mo Shangyan Ruyu, the unparalleled young master!

"It's those two young lords!"

"They look even better up close! So handsome!"

The girls in the room chased after the two figures with bright eyes, their enthusiasm making the faces of the masters turn blue.

"Silence, silence!" The white-bearded and silver-haired master raised his hand and knocked on the ring ruler to restore order. He blew his beard and glared at the crowd in warning.

Nangong Lie, on the other hand, scanned the entire ancestral hall with his beautiful eyes. When he saw a few ladies, his eyes blinked, causing the girls to hang their heads in embarrassment, their ears turning red. They nervously wiped their sweaty palms and hesitated to look up.

Baili Jiajue, with his wrench in hand, remained indifferent, his burning gaze fixed on a corner of the ancestral hall. His eyes, devoid of interest, appeared colorless, with lines like sharp and cold black gemstones, emanating a terrifying aura.

Baili Jiajue resembled the demon prince depicted in ancient comics—elegant, cold, handsome, and aloof.

Helian Weiwei could hear the commotion, but she was wrapped in thick pajamas and unwilling to open her eyes. It didn't matter who came to her anyway. However, she couldn't help but feel a chill down her back, for some reason.

Or perhaps it was just her posture.

She adjusted her position and went back to sleep.

Helian Weiwei lifted the book, feeling much better, and continued to lie down comfortably.

"Alright, you two go sit at the back for now. We'll rearrange seating another day," the master finally spoke, maintaining the order in the ancestral hall. Though he frowned, he was satisfied with the arrangement. He didn't know about the grudge between Baili Jiajue and Helian Weiwei, nor did he realize that this arrangement had hit a nerve.

Helian Weiwei finally sensed that something was amiss. She frowned, and when she heard a seductive voice behind her, her whole body froze. "Ah Jue, this little cat is strange. There's no sign of martial energy on her body, yet she managed to defeat several third-order martial artists in the blink of an eye. No wonder you suffered losses at her hands."

"Shut up," came the cold response.

The two words were spoken calmly, without any fluctuations. But the low, chilling tone felt like a bucket of ice-cold water, causing Helian Weiwei's entire body to turn cold. Her intuition screamed at her not to turn around, not to look back. But human instinct was hard to overcome, and by the time she reacted, her gaze had already turned toward the source of the voice.

The carefree man stood there, his playful smile resembling that of a mischievous animal. And behind him stood the man whom she had forcibly picked a fight with—a man dressed in a pure white fur cape that draped over his slender figure. His handsome features exuded a compelling aura, like an ancient god, cold and aloof. There was a hint of wickedness in his eyes, but that mischievous smile made the hearts of many girls race, as if a deer colliding or a moth being drawn to a flame. It was pure recklessness.

Being surrounded by these two men, with no escape route, Helian Weiwei couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.