Everyone's eyes lit up. The fair-skinned young man standing there wore a blue robe adorned with subtle gold threads, exuding a touch of luxury within its simplicity. A black belt cinched his waist, making it appear even slimmer. But what was most striking wasn't his perfectly proportioned figure, but rather his flawlessly sculpted features, especially the cinnabar mole between his brows, which added a touch of divine aura.

It makes you want to look and admire, but that sacred and exquisite face also carries a kind of aloofness that makes people dare not offend it.

The reason why a woman is considered beautiful is probably because of her captivating beauty that transcends gender. Suddenly, people understood why there is only the term "beautiful person" and not "beautiful woman" or "handsome man."

But amidst everyone's amazement and stunned silence, Luo Jiancang was undoubtedly the most clear-headed person. He couldn't help but murmur, "Big brother?"

The sound was heard by Cheng Fugui, who was standing nearby, "Big Brother???"

"This is your older brother!" All it takes to transform Cheng Fugui from a comedic character to a quiet and reserved one is a stunningly handsome older brother. Cheng Fugui proves that people can be changed.

Half an hour later, Luo Jiancang looked at the chubby boy who was following him closely and occasionally showing shyness, and his expression was somewhat indescribable.

During a break between classes, he pulled his friend aside and whispered, "Little Fatty Fu, didn't you say you only like girls?"

When asked, Cheng Fugui hesitated and made various affected gestures: "Well, it's not bad to have someone like Brother Luo, hehe."

Luo Jiancang: "..."

"roll!"

Cheng Fugui quickly straightened his expression: "Ahem, Cang'er! Cang'er, from now on we are brothers even though we are not from the same father or mother. My money is your money, and your elder brother is also my elder brother!"

"..."

Luo Jiancang greeted him with the same word over and over again, "Get lost!"

After a while, the students in Class B realized that the new student was none other than Luo Qingzhang, the famous young master who had recently won first place in both the county and prefectural examinations, and who was also Luo Jiancang's elder brother.

With Qingyin present, everyone absentmindedly glanced at the figure that seemed to radiate holy light, their eyes filled with amazement.

After class, none of them dared to disturb Qingyin, who was sitting by the window.

However, they all silently observed the movements in that area.

Qingyin deliberately chose a seat by the window, and Luo Jiancang happened to be sitting in the middle on the left, making it convenient for him to check the homework.

After "politely" discussing with Fu Xiaopang about his older brother, Luo Jiancang, who would always be his older brother, he excitedly yet timidly ran up to his brother and asked, "Big brother? What brings you here?"

Qingyin propped her chin up and slightly raised it: "What do you think?"

Overjoyed, Luo Jiancang realized the stupid question he had asked. He chuckled and sat down in the empty seat next to Qingyin. He raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "Big brother, are you reluctant to leave me? That's why you're so proud to come to my class."

Qingyin smiled faintly: "..."

He casually pushed away that enthusiastic big face. "No, I did this so it would be easier to supervise your studies. Just give me your previous progress. I've asked the dean to arrange accommodations for us at the academy. Remember to finish on time, okay?"

The more Qingyin spoke, the stiffer Luo Jiancang's face became. A sense of despair flashed through his mind, and the joy he had felt when he saw his elder brother seemed to gradually fade away.

At this moment, Cheng Fugui jumped out and said shyly, "Hello, Brother Luo, my name is Cheng Fugui."

Standing before Qingyin, Luo Jiancang, seemingly devoid of his soul, said weakly, "Brother, this is my friend, Cheng Fugui. You can call him Little Fatty Fu."

Looking at Cheng Fugui, who was fair-skinned and chubby but had clear eyes, Qingyin smiled gently and said, "Hello, my Jian Cang is sometimes mischievous, and it is thanks to Cheng's tolerance that he is so good."

Qingyin refused the title offered by Luo Jiancang. He never liked derogatory terms of address, regardless of whether the other party cared.

Cheng Fugui's eyes shone even brighter after being praised. He blushed and said shyly, "No, no, no, Jian Cang has a very good personality. There's nothing I need to help with."

Damn it, I've never thought my surname was so good-looking. Oh, it doesn't sound good, Comrade Cheng Fugui. At this moment, he felt that nothing in the world could separate the pure friendship between him and Jian Cang. Anyone who touched it would be his sworn enemy.

The students who had been silently watching this scene swallowed their envy and jealousy as they cast their gazes at Cheng Fugui. Damn it, they could only watch from afar as that chubby boy could talk to Young Master Luo Qingzhang and even receive a smile from him. Waaah, why weren't they Luo Jiancang's friends?

However, because of this, many people have also come to see things from a different perspective.

Young Master Luo Qingzhang looks like a celestial being, not easy to approach. Why don't they start with Luo Jiancang? After all, becoming Luo Jiancang's friend would be much easier.

Many others shared the same thought. Before long, Luo Jiancang felt an intensely burning gaze upon him, making him restless. He twisted his body, circled around, and glared fiercely before the gaze lessened somewhat.

However, Luo Jiancang clearly underestimated the enthusiasm of the crowd and Qingyin's charm. People helped him with everything from drinking water and eating to going up and down the stairs. Some even wanted to accompany him to the toilet, which made Luo Jiancang hold on to his pants tightly, protect his integrity, and look around at the students with suspicion.

He knew that some people had a taste for men, and that's why the academy hired pageboys. That's why Luo Jiancang had always ignored me before. But why did he suddenly set his sights on me? But I'm not this handsome all of a sudden!

The narcissistic remark reached Cheng Fugui's ears.

Cheng Fugui's chubby face twisted slightly for a second. He expressionlessly tugged at Luo Jiancang's sleeve, gesturing for him to look at Qingyin.

"Brother, why do you think that with Brother Luo around, anyone would be interested in your face?"

The sharp words shattered the young man's confidence.

Luo Jiancang looked at the sunlight falling on his elder brother's face through the window, a face that seemed to have been filtered with an atmospheric effect, and fell into a state of solitude. Yes, he was overthinking it.

Looking at the dejected Luo Jiancang, Cheng Fugui offered a word of comfort: "It's alright. Brother Luo is a celestial being, while we are just dung on the ground. There's no need for us to compare ourselves."

Luo Jiancang: "..." The words are rough but the reasoning is sound, but your words are too rough.

Luo Jiancang stared at Fu Xiaopang with dead fish eyes, saying, "You've done a good job comforting him. Don't try to comfort him again next time."

Cheng Fugui looked slightly guilty: "Ahem, they all want to become your friends and get closer to you, Big Brother. You have to be firm and not be corrupted by their sweet talk."

"Of course, who am I to be corrupted by such external things?"

The two bickered, talking while occasionally glancing at Qingyin with amusement.

Qingyin ignored it, picked up the white paper in her hand, and easily wrote a few more test papers. Hmm, her second brother and younger sister have almost finished writing, it's time to add some new ones.