Chapter 240: All Are Friends

Wen Sha is a member of the royal family; strictly speaking, she is the granddaughter of the current British queen.

She is also a first‑year student at the Northern Europe Cultivation Academy, and even one of the standouts.

At the recent exchange event of the Summer Country First Academy, she was the captain‑level figure leading the team.

Although Bai Xiaoxia and the others don't study at the academy, as members of the Civil Affairs Bureau they can still go to the academy to use its resources on ordinary days, so they count as half‑academy people.

Besides, they really came here using the academy's exchange quota, so Wen Sha calling them academy representatives isn't wrong.

At this moment.

"What are you looking at me for? Keep going."

Yu Lin stood to the side, watching with interest as Wen Sha spoke harshly in front of Bai Xiaoxia and the others, until Wen Sha suddenly turned her head to look at him, whereupon he said:

Wen Sha's face showed a gentle smile, with no trace of her earlier arrogance, and she spoke softly: "Mr. Yu, haven't you eaten yet?"

"I've prepared a place to eat; if it's all right, Mr. Yu, would you like to go with me?"

"I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

"Hey hey hey, why are you being two‑faced?" Before Yu Lin could speak, Bai Xiaoxia raised her eyebrows and interrupted Wen Sha.

"My brother Yu can invite anyone he wants."

"We don't have time to deal with you right now—just leave."

"Don't disturb our meal."

Wen Sha ignored Bai Xiaoxia and instead looked at Yu Lin, waiting for his response.

Under her gaze and Bai Xiaoxia's meaningful looks, Yu Lin shook his head:

"Sorry, I'd rather eat with my friends right now."

"Let's do it another time."

Hearing that, Wen Sha's face showed disappointment, but she still smiled and said: "I understand; if there's a chance."

"I hope I can become your friend too."

Having said that, she then turned her head to look at Bai Xiaoxia, arms crossed, chin slightly raised.

"Adults are speaking; children should butt out."

"You get that, little guy?"

She's very tall—almost half a head taller than Bai Xiaoxia.

So calling Bai Xiaoxia a "little guy" really isn't a problem.

Bai Xiaoxia stared at her smooth, fair jaw, grinding her teeth: "What's wrong with being short? Short people can drive big cars too!"

"You'd better not fall into my hands, or you'll regret it!"

"Watch your step!"

"Hehe~ really cute." Wen Sha gave a small smile and whispered:

"Welcome, if you can manage it."

"Right." Her gaze then fell on Qin Zhao, ZhouYi, and PengYu, and she said:

"Tomorrow I'll bring my team to challenge you; of course, if you think you can't beat us, you can choose to avoid the fight."

"Goodbye."

Having said that, without waiting for Bai Xiaoxia to say more, she turned and got into the car; as the driver closed the door, the vehicle started up and vanished into the night.

"I'm going to beat her into a pig's head!" Bai Xiaoxia snarled, looking furious.

"Last time we ended in a draw; this time I'm going to win glory for the country!"

"Miss Qin, what do you three think?"

"To fight or not?"

Qin Zhao flicked his newly grown wolf‑tail hair, smirked coldly, and said: "Fight."

"If she loses tomorrow, make her your girlfriend!"

ZhouYi and PengYu remained calm, merely nodding: "I have no objection."

"Me too—I support you!"

"All right then!" Bai Xiaoxia, full of determination, walked forward:

"Forget her—let's go eat first."

"Man is iron, rice is steel; miss a meal and you'll panic!"

His Heavenly Authority is Food Luck—it turns the food he eats into luck, so eating more right now really boosts his combat power.

If his luck is sufficient……….

Maybe Wen Sha will run into a mud‑truck, a big‑luck omen, a cult, or something similar on her way to the battlefield.

She could simply miss the fight and win without a battle!

Yu Lin watched his back, the corners of his mouth slightly turning up.

Because just now he saw it—Bai Xiaoxia has many red‑strings of fate, one of them thick and linked to Wen Sha.

Or put another way,

Even if Yu Lin doesn't come today, Bai Xiaoxia and the others could come to Northern Europe themselves, or just go out to eat.

Wen Sha would still meet Bai Xiaoxia, and then something would happen.

If that comes to pass… then Xiao Ma really gets to drive a big car.

"Brother Yu, what are you laughing at?"

"Uh, nothing—I just thought of something funny."

"Huh? What's funny?"

"My friend is getting married."

"Who?"

"You'll know later."

Yu Lin didn't say much, just gave a mysterious smile, and walked into the restaurant with them.

The carriage passed through a private drive lined with carefully trimmed trees, and finally came to a slow stop before the brightly lit main building of the manor.

This manor is located in the London suburbs, far from the city's bustle, covering a vast area; in the night, the distant rolling lawns, classical sculptures, and a dark grove can be faintly seen, everywhere revealing the depth and wealth of the royal family.

The carriage door was opened by the attendant, and Wen Sha stepped out gracefully, her high heels clicking on the smooth marble steps.

She didn't linger, walking straight into the brightly lit main hall, passing through the long gallery hung with ancestral portraits, and came firmly to a heavy oak door.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door with a specific rhythm.

"It's me."

The next moment, a gentle and magnetic voice came from inside:

"Come in."

Wen Sha pushed the door open and entered.

The room's decor was typical of British royal style, with dark wood paneling and an ornate fireplace, but the furnishings were unexpectedly simple, even seeming somewhat empty.

What stood out most was an ancient-looking desk and a high-backed chair placed in the center of the room.

On the chair sat a figure.

He wore a well-tailored dark suit, and his face was covered by an exquisite mask that gleamed with a cold metallic light, concealing his entire visage.

At that moment, he leisurely flipped through a heavy ancient book in his hands, its cover inscribed with mysterious patterns, every movement exuding a deep-seated elegance and composure.

He didn't look up, merely turned a page and spoke, his voice sounding somewhat low through the mask:

"Has he come?"

Wen Sha lowered her gaze slightly and replied, "Mr. Yu... he said he wanted to have dinner with his friends, so he declined my invitation."

"Hmm..." Upon hearing that, the man's motion of turning the page paused slightly.

Immediately, he slowly closed the book in his hands, gently placed it on the table, and made a soft 'pa' sound.

He rose to his feet, tall and straight, and walked with composure to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window were the deep night and the manor's scattered lights; farther off, a hazy glow over the London city district was reflected in the night sky.

He stood there silently, his gaze behind the mask seeming to pierce space and fall upon that prosperous land.

After a while, a faint voice echoed in the quiet room:

I am also his friend.