High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

Zhang Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk towards the access control.

Then, she met Shen Chang'an's gaze, who was staring at her expressionlessly.

The air was silent for two seconds.

Zhang Qingqing rolled her eyes dramatically, her disdain undisguised, and asked irritably, "You heard everything just now?"

Shen Chang'an nodded honestly: "Unless I suddenly go deaf, it's very difficult for me not to hear."

Zhang Qingqing gritted her teeth and warned, "Shen Chang'an, mind your own business! Don't go back and tattle to my parents again, saying I'm hanging out with people from the streets."

"Don't worry, I don't have that hobby."

Shen Chang'an yawned and casually swiped his card on the sensor area.

With a "beep", the gate opened.

He stepped inside, then, after a moment's thought, instinctively turned back to offer a friendly reminder: "But the brake pads are clearly worn out. Next time you ride in it, you'd better buy yourself some accident insurance. After all, Aunt Li would be heartbroken if your face got scraped on the asphalt."

It was meant to be a well-intentioned reminder, but it was paired with Shen Chang'an's sleepy look.

Zhang Qingqing was instantly enraged and sneered, "Mind your own business! Who do you think you are? You eat and drink for free at our house all day, you're useless at everything, all you do is ask for leave, and you're a burden to my parents, and you even..."

She was halfway through her sentence when, as if she had suddenly touched on some taboo, she abruptly swallowed the rest of the sentence, "orphaned."

After all, they grew up under the same roof. Although she was extremely disgusted by Shen Chang'an's unambitious "parasite" behavior, she still felt somewhat reluctant to use his parents to attack him.

Zhang Qingqing stomped her foot in frustration, gave a heavy snort, and without even glancing at Shen Chang'an again, she strode past him in her high-top canvas shoes and headed towards her villa without looking back.

Watching Zhang Qingqing storm off, Shen Chang'an didn't take this minor incident to heart.

For a seasoned underground violence leader, emotional management is the most basic requirement.

Furthermore, Zhang Qingqing has excellent grades, consistently ranking among the top ten in her grade, and her goal is to attend one of the top five or even second-best universities in China. It's normal for her to feel a lot of pressure.

In contrast, Shen Chang'an's performance was quite consistent.

He consistently ranks around 300th in his grade, just a hair's breadth above the cutoff for top-tier universities.

It wasn't because he was stupid; it was simply because he didn't have time to read.

The Qingzhou District's Zhenye Division now has only three official "Lamp Bearers" left. One of them is injured and is gradually shifting towards a clerical role.

Therefore, the head of the Qingzhou District Night Watch Division is usually either on his way to slay monsters after taking leave, or on weekends catching law-breaking demons all over the streets. It's a miracle that Shen Chang'an even managed to maintain his first-tier university admission score; he's clearly exceptionally gifted in math and science.

Not long after, Shen Chang'an strolled over to the front of Villa No. 8 in Guanlan Mansion.

As soon as he stepped outside the courtyard, through the gate, he heard classic family drama dialogue coming from inside the house.

"Look at what you're dressed like! You had to cut your perfectly good school skirt short, and your eyeshadow looks like you've been punched. Are you going to school or to a fashion show? When I was your age..."

"Oh my god! I'm eighteen already! This is light makeup! Don't you even know what light makeup is? It's so annoying!"

Then came a series of sullen footsteps as someone stormed upstairs, followed by a loud bang as the door to a room on the second floor slammed shut.

"You brat, try slamming the door again!!"

Li Yue's furious shouts came from downstairs.

Shen Chang'an stopped at the door, took out his phone and checked the local news. Only after the aftershocks inside had completely subsided did he press the keypad lock, push the door open, and go inside.

"Aunt Li, I'm back."

Shen Chang'an greeted him politely in a gentle tone.

Upon hearing this voice, Li Yue, who had been furious just moments before, turned around, and the anger on her face instantly melted away like ice and snow, replaced by a warm and gentle smile.

"Chang'an's back! Are you tired from studying today? Hurry up and change your shoes."

Li Yue is in her early forties, but because she takes good care of herself, time hasn't left many marks on her face. She looks like a beautiful young woman in her early thirties.

As she casually took Shen Chang'an's faded shoulder bag, she smiled and said, "Go wash your hands. Your Uncle Zhang is in the kitchen making sweet and sour pork ribs for you. Dinner will be ready soon."

"Thank you, Aunt Li, I'm not tired."

Shen Chang'an smiled.

Looking at Shen Chang'an's obedient and docile appearance, Li Yue couldn't help but sigh, glaring at the second floor with exasperation: "Chang'an, if that brat upstairs were half as sensible and half as easy to manage as you, your Uncle Zhang and I wouldn't be so annoyed by her every day!"

Meanwhile, in the bedroom on the second floor.

Zhang Qingqing collapsed onto the soft bed, clutching a pillow with an anime character printed on it tightly. Her eyes were slightly red, and she was extremely depressed.

Listening to her mother's tender tone towards Shen Chang'an downstairs, the grievances in her heart welled up like a burst of cola.

Shen Chang'an has lived in his house since he can remember.

The parents treated this outsider even better than their own daughter! They not only provided him with the best food and drink, but also rarely raised their voices to him.

"Why should I...?"

Zhang Qingqing bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

She studies diligently every day, maintaining an outstanding academic record of being among the top ten in her grade, and is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

And what about Shen Chang'an downstairs? Apart from being decent-looking, he sleeps in class, takes leave every day, and acts like a lazy bum.

What is it about me that I'm inferior to that lazy, parasitic person?!

The angrier Zhang Qingqing became, the more she thought about it. She suddenly sat up in bed, grabbed a cute but ugly gorilla doll next to her, and threw it on the ground.

On the doll's forehead, the three characters "Shen Chang'an" were boldly written in marker.

"Go to hell, Shen Chang'an! You jerk! You parasite!"

Zhang Qingqing's white-socked feet ruthlessly stomped on "Shen Chang'an's" face, grinding them forcefully to vent her resentment, as if she wanted to unleash all the pent-up frustration of the past ten years onto this ugly face.