“You're thinking too much.” Wu Yang interrupted Li Xiaoling's voice and slowly raised three fingers, “First, I didn't go through great lengths to sneak into your vicinity; I am originally a student of Hengdong University. Second, although my vision, Wu Yang's, may not be considered too high, you, Li Xiaoling, are not qualified to catch my eye, not in the past, not now, not in the future. I will never have even the slightest thought about you, and regarding this point, you can rest assured a hundred and twenty percent. Third...” As he spoke to this point, Wu Yang's entire demeanor suddenly changed, and what appeared before Li Xiaoling was no longer the unremarkable, poor loser, but rather the most dazzling and brilliant star in the dark night sky. “Third, whether I am worthy of Jiang Yueyue is none of your damn business. Are you her mother or mine? Chirping incessantly like an old woman going through menopause, don’t you think you’re very annoying?” The sharp knife hidden dragon once stood at the pinnacle of the world's dark realm, and although he often did not wish to reveal his true face, he had the pride of a strong person in his chest, how could he tolerate a woman full of the smell of copper to provoke him time and again? If it were not for the last words of his good brother Huo Lei, he would have slapped to death a “bitch” like Li Xiaoling, who looked down on others. Li Xiaoling stared at Wu Yang in a daze, and even after a long time, she still couldn't snap out of it. She could not imagine and dared not believe that the “bold words” just spoken were actually uttered by a poor loser whose entire outfit was worth less than two hundred yuan, and she was even less willing to believe that Huo Lei would speak such ruthless and cruel words to her. “Finally lost your temper?”

It seems you're not beyond redemption yet, but unfortunately, the world is very realistic. When it comes to dreams, sometimes it's not just about passionate enthusiasm and an indomitable will to achieve them. A loser will always be a loser; you don't deserve Jiang Yueyue today, and in the future, you will never deserve her." Li Xiaoling turned her head away, the disdain and scorn in her eyes growing even more intense. They were already a group of top-rich second generations driving million-dollar luxury cars, and Wu Yang had thought that their chosen dining location would be some grand five-star hotel. But when the convoy stopped, he realized he was wrong. What appeared before his eyes was not a skyscraper, but an unremarkable three-story small residential house. If it weren't for the sign "Old Shen's Home-Cooked Dishes" at the entrance, it would be hard to associate it with a restaurant or diner. "What? Are you surprised? Does it feel no different from those fly-infested dives you've been to before?" Seemingly seeing the confusion in Wu Yang's heart, Li Xiaoling said with a face full of disdain, "Isn't that why they say you and we are from two different worlds? Perhaps in the minds of people like you, a big meal must be at those five-star hotels, with a whole table full of abalones and sea cucumbers, or roast chicken and duck, with plenty of beer and liquor, am I right?" "Hehe." Wu Yang smiled without speaking; he had probably already guessed that there was something mysterious about Old Shen's Home-Cooked Dishes. However, even if the dishes inside were extraordinary and the chef had a big reputation, it wouldn't make much difference to him. Jian Dao Yin Long lived a life of licking blood off the blade; he wasn't too fussy about food and drink on normal days, as long as he could fill his stomach.

But at his level of status, he must have already enjoyed all the privileges that come with it. I remember two or three years ago, an old noble family held a banquet in an ancient castle to thank their Hidden Dragon team, specifically inviting several core members. Wu Yang can't remember exactly what they ate that night, but there were dozens of top chefs serving the dinner alone. Of course, he would never talk about these things; even if he did, the girl in front of him would probably just think he was bragging. "Don't underestimate this inconspicuous little civilian building. Let me tell you, the head chef here has a big background. It is said that his grandfather was once a royal chef in the palace, usually serving the emperor of the Forbidden City... Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. When we go in later, if you don't want to lose face, just try to look more and talk less." Li Xiaoling originally wanted to give Wu Yang a good briefing on the background and history of the old Shen family's private dishes, but seeing his smug grin, she couldn't continue and simply got out of the car, heading to meet Xiang Hai and the others. It was only when Wu Yang followed Li Xiaoling to the door that he noticed an old man dressed in a long gown and mandarin jacket, looking like a steward from the Republic of China era, already waiting there. Seeing Wu Yang approach, Jiang Yueyue was very pleased, bouncing over to him like a little girl, and for some reason, she casually linked her arm with his upon arrival. Needless to say, this gesture once again annoyed several male classmates, led by Xiang Hai.

Ma Xiaoling gave Wu Yang a fierce glare, her gaze filled with a warning. "Xiang Shao, Ma Shao, you've arrived? Come in, come in, everyone..." As the leader of the group, Xiang Hai naturally took the lead, and upon hearing the old man's words, he said with a reserved face, "Today is the first gathering of us friends after the start of the semester, it's quite symbolic. Please reserve for me the Tianzi No. 1 private room." "This... Xiang Shao, I'm really sorry, but today our humble establishment has a distinguished guest, and the Tianzi No. 1 private room has already been booked. How about I reserve the Dizi No. 1 room for you?" The old man in the long gown said with a slight apology. Xiang Hai wasn't particularly set on sitting in the Tianzi No. 1 room; it was purely out of habit as a young master. Now that he heard the room was booked, he pondered for a moment and then nodded in agreement. However, just before he was about to follow the waiter to leave, Xiang Hai seemed to think of something and casually asked, "Who is sitting in the Tianzi No. 1 room? Even you call them a 'distinguished guest'?" "This..." "Hehe, if it's inconvenient to say, never mind, I was just asking casually." Seeing that the old man seemed troubled, Xiang Hai behaved magnanimously and did not press further, but everyone could hear the displeasure in his tone. The old man naturally felt this even more acutely. Seeing that Xiang Hai was about to leave, he thought for a moment and hurriedly caught up, saying cheerfully, "Xiang Shao is too suspicious. You've brought quite a few friends to support us these past two years, what's there we wouldn't tell you about?"

However, I'm not quite sure who exactly is sitting in the No. 1 private room, only that they seem to be surnamed Long and have come from the provincial capital. Since their arrival, our boss has been personally keeping them company in the private room." "Surnamed Long? And even from the provincial capital? Your boss has to personally keep them company?" Xiang Hai's eyebrows slightly furrowed, his gaze inadvertently meeting with several other male classmates, all of whom could see a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.