“Before sinking,” Ji Ruoshui murmured.
Shen Qian was taken aback; this was the first time his eighth senior sister had called him by his name directly.
"Yes," Shen Qian replied.
“Sink...forward…” Ji Ruoshui repeated it again, speaking softly but with extra effort, as if trying to remember something.
"Eighth Senior Sister, you seem to have something on your mind?"
Shen Qian sensed something unusual.
"I'm fine, just a little tired," Ji Ruoshui said softly.
Shen Qian didn't expose her. Seeing that Ji Ruoshui was in a low mood, Shen Qian originally wanted to ask about why Tantai Qin lost her composure, but he could only wait for another opportunity.
"Eighth Senior Sister, you should rest. I'm right next door. Just call me if you need anything."
Shen Qian put Ji Ruoshui into the quilt and got up.
"Um……"
Ji Ruoshui's red lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
"Is there anything else?" Shen Qian asked, somewhat puzzled.
Ji Ruoshui nodded and then shook her head, her eyes darting around, and an unusual flush appeared on her originally pale cheeks.
"Eighth Senior Sister, what's wrong with you?"
It was inexplicable before I sank.
But Ji Ruoshui remained silent.
"Could it be... that you want me to stay and sleep with you?" Shen Qian's eyes darted around, and he had a bold guess.
"Ah, no, I... I'm fine on my own..."
Upon hearing Shen Qian's explicit words, Ji Ruoshui's cheeks instantly flushed red, and she quickly shook her head helplessly.
"Eighth Senior Sister, why don't you just say what you want to say? I don't have much experience in this area, and sometimes I really don't understand..."
Although Shen Qian considered himself to be very perceptive, he still lacked the skill to truly understand women, and could only say helplessly.
"You... what you did to me by the elevator that day, could you... could you do it again?"
Ji Ruoshui covered her face with the blanket, hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke in a trembling voice.
Her voice was so soft that if Chen Qian hadn't focused his mental energy into his ears, he might not have been able to hear it.
What do you do next to the elevator?
Before sinking in, he seemed to recall something and then seemed to understand something.
Perhaps due to Ji Ruoshui's personality, upon suddenly hearing such a request, Chen Qian's blood boiled. He strode forward, and amidst Ji Ruoshui's exclamation, he pulled back the covers and pressed himself against her with a somewhat domineering manner.
Mmm...it's so sweet.
...
January 15th.
Dressed neatly, Shen Qian stepped out of the elevator and immediately saw Qu Bai and Feng Manlin waiting in the lobby.
Both of them were dressed in formal attire, looking extremely formal.
The battle of the Nine Heavens was scheduled for January 18th, three days from now, and today was the day Shen Qian was invited to visit the home of Luo Shenbo.
It was only after Qu Bai contacted Shen Qian yesterday that Shen Qian learned that this was not a private banquet.
The geniuses invited by Luo Shenbo were not limited to Shen Qian alone.
Qu Bai and Feng Manlin, who were from the same school, were also invited, along with other young talents from other martial arts colleges.
Therefore, Shen Qian was even more confused as to why Qu Xiangyun insisted on extending an invitation to him on the stage.
...This made matters worse for his already precarious integrity in the eyes of his acquaintances.
"But thinking about it from another angle, it also means being treated differently, right? I knew a bit about Qu Xiangyun's personality before, so perhaps it really was at the behest of Luo Shenbo!"
The three of them walked out of the hotel side by side, and Feng Manlin smiled.
"Senior, please stop joking. Lord Luoshen is a high and mighty king. Why would he treat me differently?"
He sighed helplessly.
“Most people probably wouldn’t, but you are an eighteen-year-old Shan Hai, and you even killed another Shan Hai with one strike. You deserve it.”
Qu Bai said meaningfully.
Just as Shen Qian was about to express his modesty, several slightly childish shouts suddenly came from the side.
"It's from before the sinking!"
"Brother Shenqian..."
Before Shen Qian could react, he was surrounded by a group of elementary school students with enthusiastic expressions.
"Brother Chenqian, can I take a picture with you?"
"Brother Shenqian, could you sign your name for me? I want to be like you and become the national martial arts champion someday!"
A pile of posters with Shen Qian's photos on them were handed to him. After his initial surprise, Shen Qian looked at the expectant children and could only take the pen and quickly sign his name.
Damn it, I forgot to practice my calligraphy when I had a moment.
Watching the elementary school students leave with reluctance, Shen Qian was momentarily stunned.
"You should be used to these kinds of small situations by now, so why are you still so hung up on it?"
Seeing this, Feng Manlin covered her mouth and laughed.
"No, I'm just feeling a bit sentimental."
He shook his head as he came to his senses.
As the sensational battle of the Nine Heavens Cup continues to unfold, Shen Qian's personal reputation has reached a new peak after the Wu Ke College Entrance Examination.
This year's college entrance examination is different from the national college entrance examination. The fact that the ship demonstrated its strength before the exam has attracted so much attention that it is no longer limited to the level of universities.
After all, in most people's minds, mountains and seas represent the pinnacle of social class.
Leaving aside the numerous privileges belonging to martial artists from the Mountain and Sea Realm, the Martial Arts Department alone provides monthly subsidies of at least 100,000 to those strong from the Mountain and Sea Realm.
For ordinary people, an eighteen-year-old Shan Hai is an unimaginable existence.
Shen had already amassed a large following online, the vast majority of whom were teenagers.
These past few days, in order to keep a low profile, he has hardly left his house. He spends his days playing the zither and playing jade with his eighth senior sister, which is quite carefree. However, he can still vaguely feel that the luck gathered on his body is growing wildly.
"What are you feeling sentimental about?" Qu Bai asked curiously.
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