Under the shade of a tree, a girl in a school uniform was sitting quietly on the grass. Her delicate face was slightly sad, and her limpid eyes were staring at the pond not far away.
It was just a simple and casual action, but it attracted the attention of the students passing by. But no one disturbed her, for fear of destroying this quiet and beautiful scene.
She was like a snow lotus that bloomed on a snowy mountain. She was otherworldly and elegant. No one could bear to desecrate her. However, this scene did not last for long. A delicate and handsome young man with a mischievous smile on his face slowly approached the young lady. His actions immediately caused many people to stop in their tracks. Every single one of them looked at him cautiously.
"Oh!Since when did my little girl become so sentimental? "
Once he came close, the young man put his palm directly on the girl's head and gently rubbed it. His voice was full of ridicule.
Hearing this voice, the girl's body trembled slightly, and then she quickly turned her head. Her bright eyes were full of surprise, and a clear voice came out of her small mouth. "Brother Hao!"
"Haha."
Feng Hao raised the corner of his mouth and raised his eyebrows at the angry teenagers who had already arrived in the distance. He pretended to sigh gloomily. "Alas … it's not easy to say hello to the little girl now."
"Brother Hao!"
Joan Of Arc stood up, puffed her cheeks, and said coquettishly.
The light fragrance made Feng Hao narrow his eyes and click his tongue. "It smells so good, tut-tut."
"You …"
Hearing this flirtatious remark, the girl's face flushed. She rolled her eyes, snorted, and turned around. "I don't want to talk to you. Humph."
"Yo!You're really putting on airs. "
Feng Hao chuckled and glanced at the group of stunned youths. He held the young girl's soft and delicate hand and slowly walked towards a certain direction under the jealous gazes of the crowd. Qiong Ling 'er also allowed him to hold her hand and obediently followed behind him. She looked completely like a little wife, leaving behind the heartbroken youths who stood rooted to the ground and did not move for a long time.
...
At the lakeside, a young man was lying on the grass. In his mouth was an unknown blade of grass, chewing it from time to time. Meanwhile, the young lady was sitting quietly beside him with her hands on her knees. Her eyes kept glancing at the young man beside her, and a blush would occasionally flash across her alluring little face.
"I say, lass, are you tired?"
When the girl glanced at him again, Feng Hao's slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and the corners of his mouth curled up as he teased.
"Uh …"
Caught red-handed, Joan Of Arc seemed a little flustered. Her jade-like face was plated with a layer of charming pink. She stuttered, unable to speak.
"If you want to look, then look. Why are you sneaking around?"
Feng Hao mumbled, which made the girl's face turn even redder.
"Little girl, you're really a troublemaker."
Looking at Joan Of Arc's delicate and beautiful face, Feng Hao couldn't help but sigh.
Was it a blessing or a curse for a young girl to be born like this?
"Brother Hao!"
Qiong Ling 'er turned her head in astonishment and looked at him with her sparkling eyes, not knowing what was going on.
"Haha."
Feng Hao spat out the blade of grass in his mouth, propped himself up, sat up, gently rubbed the girl's head, and looked at the girl in front of him dotingly. "Alas … I don't know who will be so lucky to marry my Ling 'er in the future."
"Brother Hao!Ling 'er won't marry anyone! "
The girl said solemnly, and there was a hint of hidden strength in the depths of her eyes.
"Silly girl, how can you not marry someone?Won't Grandpa be worried to death? "
Hearing this, Feng Hao was also slightly stunned, and then he stroked the girl's face with a smile.
"Ling 'er is telling the truth. Ling' er wants to accompany Grandpa and Brother Hao …"
The girl lowered her head, and her voice became lower and lower.
"Don't be silly."
Feng Hao pinched the girl's nose affectionately. "Don't worry, Ling 'er will meet someone she likes in the future. At that time, don't say you don't know me, your brother, haha!"
"I won't, I won't."
The girl's voice became lower and lower, and there was a touch of sadness in the depths of her eyes.
"By the way, girl."
Feng Hao, who had just laid down, glanced at the southeast corner and suddenly narrowed his eyes. "What is that place?"
"That place?"
Following Feng Hao's finger, Joan Of Arc looked in that direction. "It's the Inner Yard."
"Inner Yard?"
Feng Hao was stunned. This was the first time he had heard of the Inner Yard.
"Yes."
Joan Of Arc nodded, and there was a touch of yearning in her eyes. She explained, "The Inner Yard is a mysterious place, and it is also the gathering place of the Wind Moon Academy's geniuses. I heard that the weakest person in the Inner Yard can also be ranked in the top ten in the Outer Yard."
"Oh."
Feng Hao's eyelids twitched, and his eyes narrowed even more.
According to what Elder Fen had said, this Inner Yard area should be a spawning ground for an Odd Crystal of a certain attribute, and the Wind Moon Academy had hidden it. However, what Feng Hao could not understand was that the Wind Moon Academy not only did not treat it as a forbidden area, but instead built an Inner Yard there. This behavior was indeed a little abnormal.
"How can I enter the Inner Yard?"
Knowing that there was an Odd Crystal inside, if he did not go and take a look, Feng Hao would not be satisfied.
"Every year, students from the Outer Yard have a chance to enter the Inner Yard, and each time, there are only three spots."
Joan Of Arc softly explained.
"Oh."
Upon hearing this, Feng Hao was energized. To be in the top three of the Outer Yard, this was not a challenge at all. "Thank you, little girl."
Stretching out his hand, he affectionately pinched the girl's nose, and with a leap, Feng Hao stood up.
"Brother Hao, are you going to the Inner Yard?"
Joan Of Arc's eyes suddenly twinkled, and there was a hint of emotion in her eyes.
"Hehe, maybe."
Subconsciously glancing at the girl, Feng Hao noticed the strange look in the girl's eyes. His heart slightly trembled, and he immediately let out a dry laugh. "Alright little girl, it's getting late, let's go."
"Okay."
Joan Of Arc softly responded, and slowly stood up. Following behind the youth, the two figures disappeared at the end of the quiet path.
...
This was the first day of school. When Feng Hao opened his eyes, he heard some noise. Walking out to take a look, Feng Hao found that today was already the day of school enrollment. Regardless of whether it was the older students or the new students, they had all rushed to the school. This was because they had to welcome tomorrow's school ceremony. Ordinary students would only be able to see Dean Hua Yunlong at that time.
Moreover, tomorrow was also the day of the Inner Yard selection. Even if they could not be selected, it would be good to join in the fun and broaden their horizons.
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