When mentioning Lin Xuan, the president of Yundu University couldn't help but feel a tinge of envy.
Lin Xuan was simply too remarkable—running a company, excelling as a computer expert, and becoming a nationally renowned figure. He had single-handedly elevated the reputation of Qinghua University. Now, seeing Qinghua's booming admissions, the Yundu University president couldn't help but seethe with jealousy.
He had once considered Lin Li a prized gem, but compared to Lin Xuan, Lin Li was nothing.
History only remembers the first place.
Lin Xuan and Lin Li were in the same graduating class, and Lin Li was destined to be overshadowed by Lin Xuan, never able to rise above him.
"Coaches, why are you asking about Lin Xuan?" Principal Li asked, his face full of confusion.
Moreover, he had a gut feeling that the two coaches were grinning with less-than-honorable intentions.
"Principal Li, you know as well as I do that due to our natural physical limitations, we Chinese can't compete with Black or White athletes in sprinting," said the track and field coach, his eyes fixed on Lin Xuan. "But Lin Xuan's speed just now was absolutely astonishing."
"If he could maintain that pace over a hundred meters, he would undoubtedly shatter the world record."
And not just by a small margin—by a landslide.
"With Lin Xuan on our team, we wouldn’t have to fear losing in international competitions anymore. If he joined us, he’d shine brilliantly," the track coach said excitedly.
"Principal Li," the national high jump coach chimed in, his voice brimming with excitement, "I want Lin Xuan for our high jump team. The height he just cleared was unbelievable—I’ve never seen anyone jump that high before."
Hearing their words, the Yundu University president grew even more envious of Qinghua.
Lin Xuan was just too versatile.
Any one of his talents could easily secure an Olympic gold medal.
"Old Liu," the track coach said warily, eyeing his friend, "Are you trying to steal this prodigy from me?"
The high jump coach chuckled. "A talent like this is something everyone would fight for. So yes, I’m competing with you for Lin Xuan."
"Old Liu, you know our track team hasn’t even made it to the top three in any event. We desperately need Lin Xuan," the track coach argued, trying to persuade his friend to back off.
"Old Chen, my team hasn’t made it to the podium either. We need someone like him just as much," the high jump coach retorted, refusing to yield.
The two argued heatedly, their faces flushed.
"Fine!" the track coach gritted his teeth. "Old Liu, if you insist on fighting me for him, then let’s settle this fairly—we’ll each make our case, and Lin Xuan can decide."
Track and field had multiple events Lin Xuan could dominate, allowing him to sweep multiple gold medals—something the high jump team couldn’t match.
But the high jump coach was equally confident in luring Lin Xuan to his team.
He had one advantage: money. Lots of it.
"Coaches, I’m not Lin Xuan’s principal. You’ll have to discuss this with him directly," Principal Li suggested.
"Fine."
Both coaches nodded.
Their thoughts aligned—no matter what, they had to recruit Lin Xuan, train him rigorously, and then send him to dominate international competitions.
On the basketball court, Lin Xuan assisted Qinghua’s team in scoring one basket after another.
By halftime, Yundu University hadn’t scored a single point.
The referee blew the whistle again.
"Halftime break."
The Yundu University players slumped in defeat.
What kind of monster was Lin Xuan?
They couldn’t steal the ball from him, and even if they managed to get it from another Qinghua player, Lin Xuan would effortlessly intercept it or block their shots with pinpoint accuracy.
Damn it.
With a freak like Lin Xuan on the court, how were they supposed to score against Qinghua?
"Let’s just go through the motions in the second half. There’s no way we can win—hell, we won’t even score a single point. Why bother trying?"
"I agree. Lin Xuan is just too OP. Competing against him is just asking for humiliation."
Lin Li, overhearing their conversation, snapped, "Giving up already? How do you know we can’t win if you don’t even try?"
"Pull yourselves together! In the second half, I want you all to go all out!"
"Win?" The players scoffed. "Lin Li, tell us—how exactly are we supposed to win?"
Now that Starlight Group had gone bankrupt, they no longer had to humor Lin Li.
"Lin Li, don’t act all high and mighty with us. Before, we only put up with you because of your family’s company. But now that Starlight Group is bankrupt, you’re nothing to us."
One Yundu player stepped forward, poking Lin Li’s chest with a finger and sneering, "Know your place, Lin the Eunuch. Got it?"
"Pfft—"
Both Yundu and Qinghua players burst into laughter at the nickname "Lin the Eunuch."
Lin Li’s face darkened with rage.
Fine. Just fine.
These same people used to swarm around him, sucking up to him. Now that Starlight Group had collapsed, they couldn’t wait to kick him while he was down.
Heh.
Soon. Very soon.
The Jiang Family’s recognition banquet was approaching.
Once the upper-class circles learned that he, Lin Li, was the Jiang Family’s long-lost grandson, these very people would come crawling back, begging for his favor.
Just wait and see.
They’d regret treating him like this.
As Lin Xuan passed by Lin Li, he paused briefly. Raising an eyebrow, he said, "Lin Li, do your best. Don’t end up getting shut out again like last time."
With that, he walked away, a faint smile on his lips.
The moment Lin Xuan sat on the bench, several bold female students from Yundu University approached.
They stood about a meter away, their hearts pounding as they gazed at him.
Up close, Lin Xuan was even more strikingly handsome than he’d appeared from the stands.
Their cheeks flushed, their voices trembling like lovestruck schoolgirls.
"Lin Xuan, you must be thirsty. I bought you a cold drink—it’s really refreshing!"
"Lin Xuan, soda isn’t healthy. Here, have some chilled mineral water instead."
"Lin Xuan, you’re sweating so much! I brought a towel—let me help you wipe it off!"
"Lin Xuan..."
They tried to move closer, but Qinghua’s players immediately formed a protective circle around him, blocking the Yundu girls.
No way!
Lin Xuan belonged to Boss Su. They couldn’t let these outsiders get near him—especially not Yundu students.
Qinghua and Yundu had always been fierce rivals. Lin Xuan was Qinghua’s golden boy, their pride and joy.
Letting Yundu girls cozy up to him? Over their dead bodies.
They had to fend off these distractions for Boss Su’s sake.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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