After the two finished eating, Lin Xia insisted on dragging Qin Feng to accompany her to school, saying she was afraid of running into bad guys on the way.
Qin Feng was engrossed in a history book and, unable to withstand her relentless pestering, had no choice but to agree.
Lin Xia made him change into sportswear, and walking around campus like this, he really looked like a student at first glance.
He was already quite tall, and paired with a super cool hairstyle, he drew a lot of stares from the female students.
Lin Xia's little face bloomed with happiness, and she deliberately hugged Qin Feng's arm to show ownership to all the girls.
At that moment, a red convertible sports car suddenly screeched to a halt right beside them, startling Lin Xia.
The person in the car was none other than Li Tian'er.
Sitting beside him was a girl decked out in flashy clothes—a red short dress, glossy pink lip gloss, oozing all sorts of sexy seduction.
"Hey, you little punk, you actually dare come to school!"
Li Tian'er stared at Qin Feng coldly.
Yesterday, Qin Feng made him lose all face. He had already hired someone to deal with Qin Feng and was just fretting about not having an opportunity. Who would've thought Qin Feng would swagger around so openly?
Lin Xia grumbled, "Li Tian'er, are you sick or something? Is this school your family's? Do we need your permission to come here?"
Qin Feng glanced lazily at Li Tian'er and sneered, "Miss Lin, he's just a dog. Why bother with him?"
Lin Xia giggled, hugging Qin Feng's arm, "Exactly, just a dog—barking all day long!"
Li Tian'er's face flushed bright red, but he didn't dare make a move. He pointed at Qin Feng and screamed, "You little bastard, just you wait, I'll deal with you later!"
The woman beside him chimed in, "Honey, let's just go. Why waste time with these two bumpkins?"
"Yeah, they're just country bumpkins!"
Li Tian'er laughed arrogantly, stomped the gas, and sped off.
"Asshole! You're the bumpkins—your whole family's a bunch of bumpkins!"
Lin Xia, fuming, took off her crystal sandals and hurled them at the car.
Qin Feng shook his head with a grin, picked up her shoes for her, and gestured for her to mind her image.
She looked around in irritation and then noticed crowds of boys staring at her in total shock.
Lin Xia, always known for her sweet and pure image, was considered one of the Four Campus Flowers of West Capital University in the eyes of the boys.
Today's fiery display had totally terrified the guys.
Amid the boys' envy, jealousy, and resentment, Qin Feng gently took her little foot and put her shoe back on.
Lin Xia's feet were round and smooth, with bright red nail polish on her toes. Soft and cute in his palm, impossible to resist.
After Qin Feng put her shoes on, his forehead was covered in sweat. He mused secretly that Lin Xia's magic was irresistible.
Lin Xia burst out laughing, her feet ticklish in his hands, her little face flushed and something unfamiliar fluttering in her heart.
The two of them, each with their own thoughts, entered the classroom and found a spot in the corner, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
Lin Xia was an archaeology major—a hot field in West Capital City.
Mainly because West Capital City was a capital through thirteen dynasties, with loads of relics underground. Dig anywhere and who knows, maybe you'd hit some noble's tomb.
Lin Xia had been into all sorts of antiques and knick-knacks since childhood, so she chose this major without a second thought.
Her parents wanted Lin Nan to take over the family business and had no high hopes for her, so they let her do whatever she pleased.
There was only one Antique Appraisal class in the afternoon, and surprisingly no one skipped. Even before class started, there were barely any empty seats left in the classroom.
Students all around were talking excitedly—especially the girls, who were gushing, "Did you hear? Professor Huh invited senior Wang Hanlin from Treasure Appreciation Studio. He's one of the top antique dealers in West Capital City!"
"Of course I knew! If it weren't for him, I wouldn't even have bothered showing up!"
"Do you think the senior is handsome? Heard his family owns several Lamborghinis!"
"..."
The boys, meanwhile, were moping. "What's so great about that senior? He's just a nouveau riche!"
"Right, he's just got some cash, showing off for nothing!"
"If I'd been born ten years earlier, I'd totally crush him in the antique business in three years!"
"..."
The huge classroom was permeated with jealousy and starry-eyed fangirling—except Qin Feng and Lin Xia, who sat there quietly.
Qin Feng took out that dictionary-thick General History of China from his Storage Ring and started flipping through it.
Lin Xia lay on her desk, her big eyes glued to Qin Feng. Occasionally, she'd flash him a silly sweet smile, cheeks blooming with imaginary peach blossoms.
Ding-ling-ling
After the bell rang, a middle-aged man led a portly young man onto the podium.
The middle-aged man held a square box in his hands, set it down on the lectern, and introduced them, "Students, today I've invited your senior, Wang Shengli.
I'm sure you've all heard of his exploits—after graduating from our school, he's been killing it in the world of antiques.
His Treasure Appreciation Studio is one of the top antique shops in West Capital City.
Today, he's brought out their store's prized treasure so you can experience the charm of ancient civilization firsthand!"
That was Professor Huh Jianming from the archaeology department—a veritable giant in the field, having supervised hundreds of tomb excavations.
He was known for being witty and humorous, brimming with knowledge of past and present. Hardly anyone ever skipped his classes.
The classroom erupted with applause, everyone's curious eyes glued to the square box.
The girls were inevitably disappointed—turns out the senior was not a dashing prince but a round-bellied chubby guy.
He wore a black suit, had his hair slicked back until it gleamed with oil, and squinted behind his tiny glasses. Scanning the audience with a merchant's crafty grin, he was the very picture of shrewdness and sleaze.
Professor Huh carefully opened the square box, and out came a palm-sized Bronze Cauldron.
The cauldron was square with two handles and four legs, covered in tadpole-like script. It was so small that it looked more like an Incense Burner.
Professor Huh, visibly excited, began, "Classmates, the history of this Bronze Cauldron is still undetermined, but all sorts of scientific testing date it to at least a million years ago!"
"A million years ago?"
"No way! Wasn't that the primitive era?"
"..."
The classroom burst into chaos—no one believed it for a second.
Professor Huh seemed prepared and waved a hand with a smile, "Of course, that's just my own opinion. The scientific community has concluded this cauldron is merely a modern replica!"
"Che!"
The class erupted in boos. Everyone thought the old man was cracking another joke.
But Qin Feng didn't see it that way. At this moment, his Spiritual Power was probing the Copper Cauldron, but it bounced back by a massive primordial force, almost making his Divine Sea tremble and spit out blood.
"Treasure!"
Qin Feng instantly steeled his mind, his brain echoing with just this word.