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The girl cautiously observed Lin Xue:

"You...you know I have ill intentions?"

"Then why did you save me?!" The girl looked at Lin Xue in disbelief. "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"I'm a charlatan!"

"You're the one who should be afraid."

"What happened to the soul of the girl you stole?" Lin Xue questioned like a police officer.

The girl laughed shrilly: "She actually called me ugly and had an unpleasant voice!"

"To get revenge, I ate her soul alive. She cried for a long time, hahaha..."

"By the way, why can't you die?"

"Are you a ghost too?" The girl sniffed like a dog. "This smell is wrong. It smells like a pure human..."

Lin Xue, without even losing her breath, kicked the monster away.

The monster was forced to reveal its true form: a dog with many eyes all over its body, completely devoid of the girl's lovely appearance from before.

A greasy, lewd voice, like that of a middle-aged man, rang out: "It smells so good."

Where is the fragrance coming from?

The scent lingered in my nose, and I sniffed with all my might like a dog, but the fragrance grew fainter and fainter.

It's increasingly addictive.

The person opposite is a mousse cake sprinkled with colorful sugar granules. Beneath its tough exterior lies a fluffy and soft texture; one bite is all it takes to know its sweetness.

The dog cried out, "Just let me have a bite, please! If I can't have this, I won't be able to rest in peace even as a ghost."

"Then you can't rest easy." With those words, Lin Xue absorbed the monster.

The disgusting dog, covered in eyes and just moments before, was jumping around everywhere when it suddenly turned into a black mist, leaving only a yellow collar lying on the ground.

It reads: My beloved dog, Ed.

A question arose in Lin Xue's mind: Can a ghost become a ghost after it dies?

"Wow! That was amazing!" Chessia emerged from behind a telephone pole somewhere, clapped twice, and her eyes lit up like ten-thousand-lumen light bulbs. "Are you sure you won't die?"

"This is the first time I've ever seen something truly bizarre!"

“I’m the only one who believes in the existence of the supernatural; everyone else says I’m mentally ill.”

Lin Xue avoided answering Chesia, not wanting to let him know that in her eyes, he was a real lunatic.

We arrived at the middle of the block.

The group of homeless people signaled and rushed forward, but they were scattered and fell to the ground like withered flower petals that had been peeled off and plucked.

Finally, in the center of them, only Lin Xue remained, the sole "bud".

"What did he do? Are you all eating shit? So many of you ganging up on him and you still couldn't rob him?"

"You're the one who eats shit! I bet you got knocked out before you even threw a punch!"

Just as Lin Xue had finished off all the soldiers, a black figure, like a ghost wolf, appeared. He fired a bullet into the sky, and the group of people who still harbored evil intentions immediately ran away.

Chesia smiled broadly, her green eyes narrowing, much less aggressive. Like a kind passerby, she acted as Lin Xue's guide, forgetting the unpleasantness of being ignored earlier, her tone relaxed:

"That's how it is in Shilan; there are many homeless people there."

"In the future, if you pass through a neighborhood like this where no one is in charge, you'd better be careful and just go around it."

He changed out of the overly artistic clothes he wore at the exhibition and into a black satin shirt with the V-neck open. Around his neck hung a ghostly pendant combining a sea rudder and anchor wrapped in seaweed. He wore white silk wide-leg trousers with a flowing drape. His tone was relaxed and approachable, like a college student who hadn't changed out of his pajamas and went straight to the market to buy groceries.

Lin Xuele's gaze was fixed on Chesia in a long shot.

It was as if this was his first appearance.

How did he manage to reappear as if nothing had happened after being ignored?

Without permission, Chesia walked with Lin Xue.

The two walked together for a while in perfect harmony. When the homeless people saw Chesia's face, they immediately avoided him, like rats seeing poison.

Chesia seems to have a great reputation here; wherever he goes, the vagrants tremble at his mere mention of his name.

Like a god who rules the underworld.

However, being able to rule over a group of rats is hardly a glorious achievement.

Unless one’s goal is to become the Rat King.

Lin Xue finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Why have you been following me?"

Chesia, who won the title of "Rat King," said matter-of-factly, "Because I'm following you."

Of course I know you're following me.

Lin Xue: "Following someone usually goes unnoticed."

"Your family is very good at tracking, isn't it?"

Chesia: "Who made that rule?"

“I have now created a Chessia-style tracking.”

As expected of you.

When we reached the end of the alley.

"You're the one who arranged this group of people, aren't you?" Lin Xue suddenly asked.

Chesia raised an eyebrow: "Ah, we've been found out."

Why didn't you call me out earlier?

"If I don't go with you, won't homeless people just keep popping up like stray dogs?"

“Hmm.” Chesia replied affirmatively in standard English.

Although Italians generally have terrible English, these extremely difficult English interjections are certainly no challenge for the great academically challenged prince.

"After all, you put so much effort into directing this hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress scene, I have to support you, right? ^ .^"

"Free protection, might as well take advantage of it."

"Thank you, Mr. Bodyguard who delivered the goods to my door."

Lin Xue smiled kindly and waved to Chesia with her back turned.

"It's not good to use it and then throw it away."

"Since you accepted my help, you have to pay the protection fee."

"Where did you learn your fighting skills? May I ask you for some pointers?"

"No," Lin Xue politely declined. "You'll die."

How will you know if you don't try?

At the same time as those words were fired, something blurry also appeared. Chesia drew his gun swiftly, but Lin Xue caught his movement.

Lin Xue instinctively tried to hold the bullet between two fingers, but what shot out from the muzzle was a delicate, dewy yellow rose.

Chesia smiled like a child: "Please take good care of me from now on, Teacher Lin~"

——

Subject: News Report—All the freshmen's photos for the Class of 2025 are out! Come and see if your favorite freshman is among them!

—Can this year's class produce a star student with the same influence as before, who has attracted countless nobles to compete for his affections and has been dubbed Saint Liya Daji?

The main building is densely packed with photos of different students.

Each photograph is a pigeon coop, numbering everyone and turning them into commodities for the aristocracy to judge.

Countless youthful faces were adorned with exquisite makeup, but even the most perfect styling couldn't hide the lack of confidence on their faces.

Among countless faces, some fierce and others timid and others humble and self-conscious, Lin Xuele's face was not only exceptionally beautiful, but her temperament was also captivating at first glance.

—What's number 215's name? I need all his information in three minutes!

—I looked her up for you, her name is Lin Xue. She's pretty, but too pretty.

He's so aloof and elegant, do you think you can win him over? Besides, he seems to have a terrible temper; he could slap you flat. I still prefer gentler, prettier girls.

—Is he really not some nobleman pretending to be a commoner? @, come out and claim him.

—Why didn't I see number 215 when she was in the previous leaked photos? She's so good-looking.

—I found the ruins, this building. The person who took the candid photo didn't do a good job, it's blurry.

—Damn it, if I had known she was that beautiful, I would have brought a few cameras and booked the whole place to film her from all angles. I've seen that building before, what kind of garbage is that? He makes a beautiful woman look like that. I could take better pictures with my toes.

—What's the use of just being good-looking? Have you forgotten what happened to those freshmen who were praised a lot in the forums when they took their first photos?

Let's light a candle for our beauty first, hoping that after her brilliant performance this time, she can leave unscathed.

—Is it really that dark? Then I'll protect him. I didn't intend to pursue him, I just can't stand seeing beautiful women being abused.

—You should probably give up. You can't watch over him 24/7. Even bodyguards can make mistakes. If you protect him, those people will only go even crazier.

—Why can't we just send these people out of St. Leicester?

—It's no use. Saint Ria is producing such wicked people in an endless stream.

Even if he came here kindly, after staying here for a while, he will become vicious, crazy, and unscrupulous.

Moreover, you have no idea which honest-looking person would do such a thing before they actually do something bad.

How can you defend against that?

—How are those good-looking freshmen supposed to survive in St. Leah?

—It all comes down to luck. If you're lucky, you might escape it; if you're unlucky, you're ruined. So many bright new students, if one is ruined, so be it, new ones will come in to fill the gap.

"Damn, if anyone dares to destroy 215, I'll tear them to shreds. I haven't seen such good-looking freshmen in years. I'm really going to become their protector; give me their contact information."

—Pfft, go ahead and ask for it. Whether you'll even get it is another story. Someone that good-looking must have high standards. Are you some kind of god-like celebrity or something? Why would he even bother with you? Even among the elite and those admitted through special programs, there's a two-way selection process. Even if you like someone, you should consider whether they like you back.

In the posts about new students' enrollment photos, it was mostly nobles who were discussing it, while commoners, being of lower rank, dared not speak up.

The entire building was practically occupied by Lin Xuele. Apart from a few scattered posts expressing affection for other students, it could almost be said that the building had become Lin Xuele's fan club.

For a time, everyone was curiously searching for any information about Lin Xue.

Lin Xuele's number of fans is increasing rapidly every second.

Before long, even Lin Xuele's fan club appeared.

In the Secret Room section, some nobles have already started making private deals: "I have Lin Xue's contact information, sell me one!"

The nobleman who heard this request thought: Only an idiot would sell to you. If I had their contact information, I could secretly NTR everyone.