Chapter 49: with translation of chapter title

She lazily surveyed the white walls, the air filled with the smell of disinfectant.

She said offhandedly, "I'm being spoiled."

Doctor Liang could only be speechless.

"I heard those little devils are coming back today?" His clinic gets busiest when the Lucifers return; those just back from Floating Gate often don't know the rules, so when they get injured from fights they're sent to him.

She nodded perfunctorily, the medicine applied, Doctor Liang handed her the medicated liquor, "Soak in it when you bathe."

In Doctor Liang's eyes, A Ran was just like his daughter.

Thinking of his daughter, he couldn't help narrowing his crescent eyes, "A Ran, come again next time."

The girls of River City speak with a soft, tender charm, while the men are truly warm and smooth like jade.

"Fine." Even though she is naturally lazy and aloof, if you listen closely you can hear a softness.

Just as she stepped out of the clinic, her phone rang—it was her master, Wen Zhan.

"Master." She pressed her thin lips together, her originally slightly furrowed willow-leaf brows gradually relaxing.

Her expression softened slightly, her voice no longer so icy, a complete change from her usual bone-chilling coldness.

Wen Zhan was over fifty; although he had many disciples, only a few were his beloved ones.

The disciples he was most proud of were Pei Yusen and Huo Li, but he could see that A Ran's future was limitless.

Especially her eyes—clear and detached yet pure and spotless—Wen Zhan felt that with just her gaze, she could carve a path in the world of Peking opera.

The Li sect's disciples returned to the Exquisite Academy, and it instantly became bustling.

In the lecture hall,

As the senior brother, Pei Yusen occasionally offered guidance.

"Senior brother, how should the seating order be arranged?" The asker was the twenty-eighth junior brother from Floating Gate, Jiang Luoxu, the youngest senior brother of Lord A Ran.

He wore a white top, the embroidery at the collar revealing its value, high-end handmade, and the black casual pants elongated his long legs.

Pei Yusen took the seating chart from Jiang Luoxu's hand, glanced at it, and said lightly, "Sort by seniority."

"Separate by sect, with the Li sect sitting in the middle." He handed the chart to Jiang Luoxu, who nodded.

The lecture hall was neatly arranged by him.

Gradually, people streamed into the lecture hall, sitting in small groups, and began to chat.

Pei Yusen sat on the podium in the middle of the lecture hall, lowering his gaze, occasionally lifting his head to check the time.

His phone vibrated in his pocket; the man's slender hand pulled it out, tapped twice on the screen, unlocked, and entered WeChat.

A message from Lord A Ran?

He tapped to open it.

——Senior brother, when does it start?

He frowned slightly, about to reply, but saw her next message.

——Can I skip it?

The man was amused to the point of laughing.

His fingers tapped a few times on the screen, and he replied.

In the dormitory building,

Lord A Ran sat before the mirror, choosing a lipstick.

She glanced at his message; it basically meant there were still four or five hours, and unless something special came up, she should try not to miss it.

She wore a mint-green shirt, black soft and smooth trousers, her misty-blue hair tied up high, and her pink, tender lips clashed with her cool demeanor.

In the mirror, the girl's sleepy phoenix eyes were half-narrowed, a lipstick held between her fingers, giving her a somewhat world-weary look.

Why, whenever she tries to let go of past grudges, does someone always show up to provoke her?

The time was deep blue.

She would not let it go.

Suddenly, the lipstick snapped in her hands.

Her sleepy phoenix eyes slowly took on a hint of blood-red.

She picked up her own blended perfume, sprayed it on her wrist, rubbed it lightly, and as she inhaled the scent, she gradually calmed down.

Eight o'clock in River City.

Gradually night fell, and it began to turn cool.

She wore an all-over ivory strapless dress, with two thin straps holding up the loose skirt.

She threw on a black coat, stepped in platinum stiletto heels, and walked into the lecture hall.

Cool and languid, yet alluring and captivating.

The whole place erupted in murmurs.

"Holy shit! Lord A Ran, that's Lord A Ran!"

"Ah! Her figure is great, I'm so jealous."

"Tsk tsk, absolutely amazing, snap a photo and post it to Moments."

"As expected of the twenty-ninth senior sister, her aura is truly amazing, even more so than the seventh senior sister's."

"I think she still doesn't have the aura of Senior Sister Huo; Senior Sister Huo is the true goddess of aura."

Pei Yusen followed the crowd's gaze over.

She gazed at the man in the middle of the lecture hall, and in the instant their eyes met,

He sank into her pupils.

The man's heart skipped a beat; his heart, long unmoved, suddenly thumped like a startled deer.

He watched until she walked up to him.

The two fell silent for a moment; Pei Yusen looked at her gently and said, "Aran, today this occasion, you wearing this is inappropriate."

He meant for her to go back and change.

Jun Aran casually pulled out a chair, crossed her legs elegantly, held her phone with her slender hands, and did not want to deal with him.

The man looked down at her from above, examining her carefully from head to toe.

"I remember your hair was blue this morning; how did you dye it white?" He still liked Jun Aran when she had black hair before, which looked as splendid as seaweed; now this neither-white-nor-gold look is irritating to look at.

"If you want to dye, just dye it," she said before finishing, she turned off her phone, let her hands drop, and raised her eyebrows slightly. "How come, Senior Brother, you even want to manage this?"

At that moment, Pei Yusen saw rare ripples in her eyes, like a long-dead pool stirred by a stone.

"I think you're not suited to dye your hair."

"I think I'm suitable, that's enough." Her tone was neither cold nor warm, as if she had no idea how much fuss this statement would cause.

Behind her, a woman appeared at some point, wearing a pure white lace flower dress and white round-toed little leather shoes, saying, "I think Aran looks great today; if she could tie up her hair, that would be even better."

Huo Anle stood behind her, tying her hair low, revealing her fair, beautiful swan neck and charming collarbones.

Jun Aran was rarely treated this way; she knew that Ninth Senior Sister Huo Anle was a graceful, charming lady from a respectable family, but she hadn't expected her to be so affectionate that someone, feeling honored and startled, stood up and said, "Ninth Senior Sister."

In her previous life, her relationship with the senior brothers and sisters of Floating Gate wasn't good; besides Pei Yusen, whom she truly admired and respected a bit, she didn't look up to any of the other senior brothers and sisters.

She seemed to see through Jun Aran's childish mindset, acting against her own inner thoughts, using her body to make others unhappy—indeed, she was still just a child.

Huo Anle pulled out a chair but didn't sit, tilting her head to look at Pei Yusen. "Eldest Senior Brother, when will Master arrive?"

Jun Aran stood to the side, watching Huo Anle and Pei Yusen chat, and out of boredom started playing with her phone.

"It hasn't been long since we last met, and you're already so undisciplined."

"Today is April Fools' Day, I quit the club, what a pity."