Yan Qingge’s appearance once again startled the crowd.

Jinian’s arrival had been met with awe, as she had joined Saint Yi Academy relatively late. Apart from those who witnessed the car accident at the school gate that day, no one else knew when the academy had gained such a stunning student one who could still captivate attention even standing beside the reigning School Beauty. Thus, when Jinian appeared, gazes full of admiration, envy, and jealousy lingered on her.

Now, Yan Qingge’s presence evoked sheer astonishment among the students in the auditorium. This Young Master was notoriously aloof and unapproachable, acting solely on his whims. Even Nan Shao, the student council president, occasionally managed to get a half-serious response from Shen Jinchu, but no one had ever dared to force Yan Qingge into anything through strong-arm tactics.

Every request was met with discussion, and every discussion ended with Young Master Yan’s refusal.

Therefore, his appearance here left everyone incredulous and perplexed.

Su Mu’s eyes shifted back and forth between Yan Qingge and Jinian. During one of these glances, his gaze collided with Yan Qingge’s. Su Mu raised an eyebrow slightly, betraying no particular reaction.

For a moment, all eyes except those of Jinian and Su Mu were fixed on Yan Qingge in surprise.

Su Mu understood that Yan Qingge had likely come because of the junior student named Jinian. As for Jinian, she had expected his arrival and, unaware of Yan Qingge’s status at the school, saw no reason for astonishment.

“One’s body, hair, and skin are received from one’s parents,” Jinian remarked, completely oblivious to the tension, after hearing Shen Jinchu’s words. Only after speaking did she notice the peculiar atmosphere in the room.

Under the weight of so many stares, Yan Qingge frowned slightly. Unaccustomed to such attention or rather, having never been in such a situation his spontaneous decision to appear suddenly made him feel like a monkey on display in a zoo.

Though inwardly displeased, he said nothing and walked toward Jinian and the others.

Jinian’s eyes swept around, noting how nearly every gaze was fixed on Yan Qingge. She raised an eyebrow and quipped with sarcasm, “Oh, a handsome guy shows up, and the girls are staring blankly that I get. But you bunch of grown men can’t tear your eyes away either? Do all the male seniors at Saint Yi Academy have a thing for men?”

Her words hit the crowd with more force than a bomb, jolting both men and women back to reality.

“Has our junior also taken a liking to this handsome senior of yours?” Su Mu asked with a teasing smile, looking at Jinian.

Jinian chuckled lightly. “Senior, you’re joking. This school seems to mass-produce handsome guys. If I were to fall for every good-looking senior, how many would that be? Besides, liking handsome guys just invites trouble. I only want to keep a low profile.”

A stunning beauty with a face capable of toppling cities and ruining states repeatedly emphasizing her desire for a low profile!

Countless eyes shifted from Young Master Yan to her, and interest flickered in many expressions.

A girl who constantly emphasizes keeping a low profile, yet her appearance is anything but subtle, and her actions and words show no sign of modesty. Instead, one can vaguely sense an arrogance emanating from her very bones.

So, are words just empty talk?