Chapter 52

The speaking boy sat in the first seat from the right in the first row; the classroom had only a dozen or so people.

Jun Aran pulled out a piece of chalk from the chalk box, turned around and wrote her name on the blackboard. The three characters 'Jun Aran' flowed like clouds and water, her strokes were strong; her over a decade of Yan clan calligraphy did not disappoint.

The girl glanced lightly at that boy, her pretty finger gently pointing, 'You, come up and roll call.'

She walked to the classroom window, looked down from it, and saw Huo Anle outside the Exquisite Pavilion.

Huo Anle seemed to sense her gaze and waved at her.

Jun Aran nodded slightly, then turned, took the attendance register, glanced at it and closed it, placed it on the table, holding the electronic remote, and said, 'Close the curtains and the lights.'

About four or five minutes passed.

She stood beside the podium, with a PPT displayed on the big screen.

"We all know Peking opera is the national essence, and Peking opera has four major schools," she pressed the remote, turned a page, and continued, "Mei, Shang, Cheng, Xun—the images show the four great dan roles: Mei Lanfang, Shang Xiaoyun, Cheng Yanqiu, and Xun Huisheng."

"Let's first learn about Mr. Mei Lanfang's rise to fame."

The video started playing, and Jun Aran walked slowly.

The man in the middle of the classroom was watching the video absentmindedly when, suddenly, a plum blossom gold hairpin fell beside his foot.

He had just bent down when his blond hair suddenly entered his field of view; Jun Aran had just squatted to pick up the hairpin, raised her head, and her head bumped into someone's chin, seeing stars as a circle of stars appeared in her mind.

Huo Li covered the table corner with one hand and gripped her wrist with the other, his eyes deepening as he looked at her, 'Sorry, are you okay?'

Seeing Jun Aran squatting on the ground silent, he scratched his head, 'So delicate?'

The girl slightly rose, rubbed her head and sniffed, 'I'm fine,' she stood straight, pointed at the big screen, and softly said, 'Watch the video carefully.'

The man withdrew his hand from the table corner, watched the Mei Lanfang documentary attentively, but grew more bored, occasionally glancing through the dim screen at Jun Aran behind him.

He propped his head with both hands, lying on the desk, while the girl behind him leaned against the wall corner, eyes closed, resting.

Jun Aran remembered that in her previous life she had also taught rules for the third senior brother, but she had never seen Huo Li.

But in this life, many things seem to have shown omissions.

The documentary ended after just a few tens of minutes.

"The management of the Floating Gate Ink School differs from that of the Cautious School; the Ink School shares a wonderful similarity with traditional opera troupes, while the Cautious School relies entirely on talent and postnatal training—I do not advise newcomers to join the Cautious School."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the clock at the back of the classroom, 'Three minutes left, early dismissal.'

Just as Jun Aran finished speaking, someone rushed out of the classroom first; the students here were as young as fifteen or sixteen.

Seeing this scene of monkeys coming down from the mountain, she wasn't angry either.

She wasn't very willing to squeeze into the elevator; in her previous life she hated crowded elevators, always being the last to leave, and thus she discovered that Pei Yusen was always the last senior brother to leave.

After packing her belongings, she glanced up at the classroom; only one man remained—the eighteenth senior brother, Huo Li.

She remembered, she also remembered Luo Yu Han saying he was a fun senior brother.

"Why did the eighteenth senior brother also come?" her languid eyes and aloof demeanor resembled a noble weary of luxury's fatigue and purity.

Huo Li didn't speak, gave a lazy smile, and then left the classroom.

In such a place, there are many rules; staying here long enough will surely turn everyone into a stiff-faced person.

Is she putting a hot face on a cold butt?

However, if others are arrogant, she probably wouldn't stand it; this senior brother is different—he can be considered one of the two people in the Floating Gate whom she sincerely admires.

Being able to follow mercenaries on missions and still return alive is not easy.

In River City, days pass quickly; amid the cicadas' chirping, half a month has gone by.

That day, she stepped on the flowers on the ground, casting shadows as she walked to the Lucifer Training Building.

There were many steps; Jun Aran, giving face, lifted her leg high—she had never come to the Lucifer Training Building before.

The sensor glass door slid open slowly; as soon as she entered, she felt a chill, the cold inside practically freezing to the bone compared to the scorching heat outside.

She watched a man walk by, swipe a black card, and enter; Jun Aran stared at this, thinking it too embarrassing—she rarely goes out in such heat, yet here she couldn't even get in.

Just as she hesitated whether to leave, she heard a familiar voice.

"Aran, why are you here?" the speaker said, slightly surprised but with a rising tone, giving a very friendly feeling.

Could it be Luo Yu Han?!

She pinched her fingers, lowered her head and lightly said, 'Having come this far, I just wanted to come up and take a look,' she slowly lifted her head, her clear eyes gazing at the man, and asked, 'Senior Brother Luo, why didn't you go to the Return to Origin Temple with the master?'

Today they followed Wen Zhan to the Return to Origin Temple; she didn't want to go, and Jun Aran still thought all the direct disciples had gone.

Luo Yu Han embarrassedly rubbed his nose, 'There's nothing good to go for; I've never gone before, I can't compare to them—once you go, you have to go every year to fulfill a vow, which is a bit troublesome.'

She remained silent; Luo Yu Han slightly narrowed his eyes, smiling, and said, 'Why didn't you go to the Return to Origin Temple?'

The girl's eyes dimmed slightly, she raised her eyebrows slightly, and said, 'I have nothing to pray for.'

"Want to go in and play?"

"Okay." That casual remark left him speechless; he involuntarily let out a cold snort—this girl really is impolite, not even saying thank you.

He swiped his card, and Jun Aran walked in ahead; as soon as she entered, she felt something different.

I thought it was just an ordinary training ground, but it turned out to be a supermarket?!

Luo Yu Han glanced at her sideways; his originally expectant eyes instantly lost their luster, he lowered his head and weakly said, 'On the second floor.'

Jun Aran, however, still hadn't lifted her spirits—just so-so, nothing worth seeing.

Second floor.

The entire second floor showed only that one person training—a handsome, sturdy sun-like figure, his face carved like a deity's meticulous work, with distinct angles, appearing as a very flamboyant, uninhibited person; beneath his sword-like brows were a pair of narrow peach blossom eyes full of affection, making one easily fall in, yet unintentionally revealing a killing intent that makes one halt.

He punched the sandbag repeatedly; the red sandbag sank in considerably.

「Xiao Li! 」 the man beside Jun Aran waved his arms wildly as if injected with chicken blood; fortunately there was no one on the second floor, and if someone were there she would have wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide.

The man stopped his movement, naturally caught the sandbag, came down from the platform, he untied his gloves, placed them on the table, "Senior brother."

Indeed, in one's reckless youth, gambling on books, ink splashed, tea fragrance.

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