"Weiwei, you look so beautiful tonight!"
"If you like it, that's good!" Lin Weiwei whispered, feeling even more shy.
Her heart was pounding, feeling extremely nervous, unable to lift her head to look at people, like a bride-to-be.
"Now that you're here, let's go!" Lin Beifan stood up and walked towards the door.
"Go? Where are we going?" Lin Weiwei was confused.
Could it be that Brother Fan has some special fetish?
Lin Weiwei's face turned even redder!
Lin Beifan said mysteriously, "I'll take you to a place with lots and lots of delicious food, guaranteed to surprise you. I believe you'll love it!"
"Oh!" Lin Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that I had misunderstood. I can't say whether I'm disappointed or relieved.
Lin Beifan brought Lin Weiwei to Clear White Family House, then confidently pushed open the door and led her to the backyard.
There was a beautiful figure there, handling ingredients.
Lin Weiwei envied that beautiful figure, who was like a mature and charming older sister, while she herself was still seen as a childlike girl.
Looking at Brother Fan beside her, a sense of nervousness surged in her heart.
"You're here. Please have a seat for a while, it'll be ready soon!" Bai Qingqing looked up and smiled.
"You go ahead with your work." Lin Beifan responded with a smile.
Then he pulled the still confused Lin Weiwei to sit at the dining table.
At this moment, Bai Qingqing raised her head slightly and looked at the two of them being so intimate, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
"Brother Fan, how do you know the owner of Clear White Family House?" Lin Weiwei asked in a low voice.
Her thoughts started to overflow. Could it be that Brother Fan has feelings for her?
"Her cooking is delicious, and I happen to have a few Demonic Beasts on hand, so I entrusted them to her." Lin Beifan smiled. "The dishes she makes are very delicious and have extraordinary effects on cultivators. You must eat more later."
"Oh, okay!" Lin Weiwei responded without saying much.
She did feel relieved in her heart.
About 10 minutes later, the processed Demonic Beast meat was finally presented.
Lin Beifan introduced, "This is my sister, Lin Weiwei, a 7th rank Martial Artist."
Then he introduced to Lin Weiwei, "She is the owner of Clear White Family House's restaurant, her real name is Bai Qingqing, and she is a very skilled chef as well as a cultivator."
"Hello Weiwei, your brother often mentions you to me, saying that you are a very well-behaved and sensible sister."
Lin Weiwei's mouth curled up, very happy.
Seeing that the other party's gaze was no longer so hostile, there was a hint of friendliness. "Sister Bai, you are so beautiful! I heard that your cooking is really delicious, and today I finally have the chance to taste it!"
So the three of them sat down and started eating the meat.
In less than an hour, a whole Demonic Beast was consumed by the three of them. Among them, Bai Qingqing ate quickly and a lot, followed by Lin Beifan, and finally Lin Weiwei.
"I'm so full and comfortable!" Lin Weiwei touched her flat stomach, burped, and said, "I feel like my strength has improved a lot. I just entered the 7th rank and my strength has stabilized."
"If you come to eat every day, maybe you can make it into the top ten in the end," Lin Beifan said.
"It's not that easy," Lin Weiwei shook her head. "There are too many experts. Only those who have reached the 8th stage before the championship have a chance! Thank you, Brother Fan, and beautiful Sister Bai!"
Lin Beifan habitually patted her head.
"Mhmm," Bai Qingqing smiled.
So, from then on, everyone came here at midnight to eat meat and steadily improve their strength.
On the third day, the registration for the internal selection competition began.
This grand event only happens once every four years, and many students come to register, hoping to make a name for themselves. Many people who don't usually see each other have emerged to participate in the internal selection competition.
The academy hasn't been this lively in a long time, and everyone talks about the selection competition every day.
Someone might win, someone might make it into the top 100, someone might be all talk, and Lin Beifan was tired of hearing it all.
Among them, the most talked-about are the top 10 geniuses on the Wind and Cloud Ranking, along with the newly emerged sword genius Luo Tianjun.
Their overall strength has reached the 9th stage, making them the strongest 11 individuals among the youth, representing the highest level of the younger generation in South River Academy.
Therefore, the final top 10 players may be selected from these 11 individuals.
The wealthy Jin Buhuan also participated.
"Classmate Jin, how desperate are you to participate in the selection competition?"
Lin Beifan looked at him speechlessly. "You should know that the selection competition is based solely on true strength and cannot use spiritual symbols.
Are you thinking that your skin is too thick and need someone to thin it out for you?"
After two months of extravagant spending, Jin Buhuan now has the strength of the 7th stage, barely considered a small expert. However, compared to the true geniuses, he is still far behind.
The key is that he has made too many enemies during this time. Without spiritual symbols to protect himself, wouldn't he be asking for trouble by going up there?
Jin Buhuan had a regretful expression on his face: "I didn't want to sign up for this in the first place, but I couldn't resist the persuasion of others. I got angry and signed my name without thinking. Now I deeply regret it, but it's too late, the written agreement is useless."
"Then why don't you just admit defeat?"
Jin Buhuan immediately shook his head: "Absolutely not. Even if I, Jin Buhuan, were beaten to death, I would never admit defeat!"
"You're so stubborn, I admire you!" Lin Beifan gave a thumbs up.
"Actually, I think admitting defeat is too embarrassing and doesn't fit my image as a big shot." Jin Buhuan quickly changed to a smiling face.
Lin Beifan: "..."
I knew he couldn't change his ways!
If you ask a poser not to pose, isn't it the same as killing him?
"So, Classmate Lin, you must help me!" Jin Buhuan pleaded with teary eyes.
"How can I help you?" Lin Beifan was speechless. "I'm just a small Talisman Master, I can only draw talismans. Going on stage would be suicide!"
"You don't need to go on stage, just sell me a few more spiritual talismans."
Lin Beifan: "..."
Jin Buhuan rubbed his hands together, his small green eyes filled with hope.
Lin Beifan threw a box full of spiritual talismans and said impatiently, "Here! This is my inventory from the past period, I'm giving it all to you! It's worth 10 million, is that enough?"
Jin Buhuan's eyes lit up: "Enough! It's enough for me to use for a while. I'll come find you next time!"
Jin Buhuan left a room full of spiritual coins and ran off, holding the talismans tightly. He had to hurry home to level up. With so many spiritual coins, he could level up to the 8th rank!
Haha, I, Jin Buhuan, am truly the chosen one!
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