Unfilial disciple, do not ruin your master's dream of ascension and peaceful life.

Actually, we are both lonely. You know very few people, while I know a lot.

There's a line in Citizen Kane that's currently playing at this point in the film. The actors are delivering iconic scenes from the movie, but the students in the lecture hall are either dozing off or playing on their phones. It seems like only the teacher is paying attention to the film.

In the dimly lit classroom, Xin Wenyue gracefully sat down to Qian Jing's right, looking at her with a smile.

"What brings you here?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let Qianmo hear you."

"What does it mean..."

Xin Wenyue sat down next to him, elegantly resting her chin on her hand, her bright, watery eyes looking at him.

Did she always have this look in her eyes...?

"The movie was really good, wasn't it?"

"Yes, yes..."

"Do you like watching movies?" Xin Wenyue moved closer to him, and Qian Jing always felt like he was being approached by a predator.

"I love it, I watch all kinds of movies."

Do you watch romance movies too?

Look.

"Who do you usually watch romance movies with?"

"Old Lin and Xiao Zhi, occasionally with Qian Mo, and they even took Xiao Qiu to see Ghost..."

"Which 'zhi' is '芷'?"

"Grass head and angelica...wait, what are you writing down?"

Xin Wenyue wrote "Lin, Zhi, Qianmo, Ye Yinqiu" in a small notebook with a red pen. Perhaps it was because of her special penmanship, but the writing looked like blood.

She noticed Qianjing's gaze and calmly closed her notebook.

For some reason, Qianjing felt a little uneasy and quickly changed the subject:

"They're still showing a movie, let's watch it first."

"Okay."

Her speaking habits seem to have changed a bit. She adds interjections like "ne," "oh," "na," or "ma" to the end of every sentence. Did she used to speak like this? This verbal tic reminded Qianjing of an old friend.

And just like that, the morning's classes came to an end.

Xin Wenyue's unusual behavior seemed to last only a short while before she returned to normal. However, the occasional glances from the side told him that things were not so simple.

At lunchtime, Qianjing and Qianmo usually ate separately. Normally, Qianmo and Xinwenyue, the best friends, should have eaten together, but—

"Oh, Qianjing, what a coincidence!"

As soon as Qian Jing sat down in the cafeteria, Xin Wenyue walked over arm in arm with Qian Mo, making it seem like a chance encounter.

"Can we sit here?" she asked.

"Wait, Xiaoyue, that stinky old man—"

"You can't say your brother smells bad. Since you're siblings, you should get along well."

She practically forced Qianmo, who was full of question marks, to sit down. This attractive trio quickly drew the attention of passing students. Qianjing sensed something was wrong and prepared to get some food and slip away.

"I brought my own lunch today, but I accidentally made too much, so I prepared one for you too."

Xin Wenyue calmly took a lunchbox out of her bag. When she opened it, she saw plump grains of Northeastern rice, glistening stir-fried beef, clear and white tofu with scallions, and abalone in a savory sauce that looked appetizing. The accompanying steamed egg custard even had a heart shape drawn on it with sauce...

"You call this accidentally doing too much??" Qianmo exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh dear, even people make mistakes sometimes. Please have some!"

(Former) school beauty's lovingly prepared bento box?

Qianjing just wanted to run away, but Xin Wenyue actually used chopsticks (even her own chopsticks) to pick up a piece of meat and put it towards Qianjing's mouth!

Qianmo's worldview was severely shaken!

Qian Jing was caught in a dilemma. Passersby whispered amongst themselves, and he had no choice but to open his mouth – might as well eat it and save money on a meal.

"Huh!?!?"

It tastes awful.

It tastes awful!

It tastes awful!!!

It's so bad I have to say it three times! The seemingly exquisite ingredients tasted like burnt rubber! This even reminded him of some extremely terrible memories. Back then, when he, the Holy Venerable Qianjing, won a great victory against the Hongmo Light Energy Clan's Space Undead, he was spectacularly defeated by someone's meal after returning home. That was the worst meal he had ever eaten in his life—and this meal is about the same!

"Qianjing, is it delicious?"

Xin Wenyue waited expectantly for his answer, while Qianmo was a little unhappy. Why was she the third wheel?

"I want some too!"

Without saying a word, the little brat picked up a piece of tofu with scallions and stuffed it into her mouth—

"…………………………Wabibabu?"

She mumbled something strange, rolled her eyes, foamed at the mouth, and collapsed to the ground.

"Phew, it seems my cooking skills are really too good, even Qianmo is moved to tears."

"It's obviously awful! Wait a minute, I'll take her to the infirmary for a stomach lavage!"

Qianjing hurriedly carried Qianmo away, and Xinwenyue smiled and waved goodbye.

Then, she took out a small notebook and crossed out the name "Qianmo" in it.

"For the sake of our best friend relationship, we'll call it even for the movie you watched with Qianjing. A sister should just be a sister and not a philanderer."

……

……

Fortunately, Qianmo did not suffer from food poisoning. Her fainting was purely because Xin Wenyue's cooking was... far too, far too, far too terrible, so terrible that it could be a crime.

In a daze, Qianjing recalled some very unpleasant memories.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"My lord, this is a nourishing and yin-tonifying soup that I brought from the sect. It was simmered for forty-nine days with the essence of a ten-thousand-year-old turtle. Drink it while it's hot."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"My lord, do you remember the alien monsters called the Tyranids that you slew yesterday? I tried making stew with them, would you like to try some?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"My lord, I recently discovered a secret recipe. If you boil a woman's toe dirt and her menstrual blood into a medicine and give it to a man, he will be able to give birth to a son soon."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Qian Jing shivered as his little sister's babbling pulled him back from his reverie.

"...Waaah... Mushrooms... Mushrooms... Stir-fried pork with mushroom tops is being violently bombarded with scallion and tofu..."

Qianmo lay in her hospital bed, talking in her sleep. Qianjing was truly curious about what kind of nightmare this shockingly bad food had given her. After the nurse brought the test results and confirmed that her little sister was alright, Qianjing left her a message and went to her afternoon classes.

The afternoon class is physical education. Due to the requirements of Haikou University of Science and Technology for students' moral, intellectual, physical and aesthetic development, second-year students are required to take two physical education classes. One is optional (Qianjing chose swimming, which he likes), and the other is a class-based group class. This afternoon's class is the latter.

Today's topic is the track and field physical fitness test, which will be included in the final grade.

As everyone knows, university physical fitness tests are usually just a formality. The teacher let everyone go on their own after only half a class. He was thinking of finding a chance to slip away when he suddenly noticed that many people were gathered in the gymnasium next to the playground watching something.

(What's going on?)

Out of curiosity, he leaned closer to take a look—

Ye Yinqiu is displaying her prowess on the field of the Bingji Club.

(……Depend on!)