Classmates of Tianshu

Listening Rain Pavilion? It seemed to be a rather famous teahouse within the academy. Chen Guan had seen it on the map.

Chen Guan pondered for a moment and replied, Thank you, I will be there shortly.

This was an opportunity to observe the other students, as well as to increase his interaction in front of the camera.

Although he might encounter unfriendly people like Liu Feiyu again, with An Changqing present, things should not get too ugly.

He picked up the coffin once more, put it on his back, and left the room.

Following the guidance of his terminal map, Chen Guan arrived at the Listening Rain Pavilion, located near the academy scenic lake area.

It was an elegant, antique pavilion built by the water. Wind chimes hung from the eaves, ringing crisply in the evening breeze. The pavilion was brightly lit, and faint laughter could be heard from within.

Chen Guan stepped onto the stairs and walked inside. The first-floor lobby was spacious, divided by folding screens into several elegant little booths. The private room An Changqing booked was on the second floor, by the window.

When he appeared in the second-floor corridor carrying the coffin on his back, he happened to run into Liu Feiyu and his two lackeys coming out of another private room.

Seeing Chen Guan, Liu Feiyu froze for a moment. Then, an exaggerated look of disgust appeared on his face. He fanned his hand in front of his nose and said loudly to his companions, What bad luck! I really run into unclean things everywhere I go! Let us leave!

After saying that, he swaggered downstairs.

Chen Guan did not even bother to give him a glance and walked straight toward An Changqing private room.

He knocked on the door, and An Changqing gentle voice came from inside, Please come in.

Pushing the door open, the private room was more spacious than he had imagined. It was elegantly decorated, with a faint calming incense burning. The window was open, offering a view of the sparkling lake below and the dotted lights in the distance.

There were already seven or eight people sitting in the room. An Changqing sat in the seat of honor, with Su Yuehe next to him. Long Ao sat alone in a corner by the window with a cup of tea in front of him, resting with his eyes closed.

Besides them, there were three boys and two girls, all familiar faces from the Tianshu Class, each with a different temperament. Seeing Chen Guan enter, everyone except Long Ao looked over with varying gazes.

[LMAO, Brother Long never opens his eyes.]

[Brother Long has the aloof vibe down pat.]

[Do you know why Long Ao only drinks tea and not milk? Because if he drank milk, he would become a Milk Dragon.]

[Upstairs, you are speaking too much truth.]

Student Chen Guan, welcome. An Changqing stood up to greet him, smiling as he gestured for him to sit down. Let me introduce you. These are our classmates: Zhao Qingyin, Wang Hanyue, Li Muxue, Zhou Tong, and Sun Miao.

The people named nodded at Chen Guan one after another. Their attitudes were not exactly enthusiastic, but they maintained basic politeness.

Zhao Qingyin was a girl with an aloof temperament. Wang Hanyue was stocky with a simple and honest face. Li Muxue looked petite and cute, but her eyes held a sense of detachment. Zhou Tong wore glasses and had a scholarly air, while Sun Miao was a boy who looked somewhat shy.

This is student Chen Guan, everyone should have an impression of him, An Changqing introduced to the others.

Hello, student Chen Guan. Zhao Qingyin voice matched her persona, cold yet pleasant to the ear. The others also gave brief greetings.

Chen Guan sat down in an empty seat and carefully leaned the coffin against the wall. This action drew a few more subtle, appraising glances.

Everyone, feel free to chat, do not be formal, An Changqing laughed. We are all classmates from now on. We will be studying, cultivating, and carrying out missions together, so it is good to get familiar with each other in advance.

The conversation quickly opened up. The group began to exchange their experiences from the daytime tests, their expectations for the courses, their respective cultivation directions, and so on.

An Changqing played the role of a guide very well, ensuring everyone had a chance to speak, keeping the atmosphere quite harmonious.

The people who came were all his friends, or at least individuals screened to have decent character, so there were no troublemakers like Liu Feiyu around.

Chen Guan mostly just listened quietly, only giving brief responses occasionally when An Changqing or Su Yuehe steered the topic toward him.

He spoke cautiously, not revealing too much personal information, nor did he deliberately show off. He simply maintained the image of a slightly introverted but polite new student.

He could sense that, aside from An Changqing and Su Yuehe who genuinely wanted to accept him, the others attitudes toward him were mostly observant.

Long Ao did not say a word from beginning to end, as if he were staying out of affairs. Zhao Qingyin would occasionally glance at the coffin, looking thoughtful.

Wang Hanyue seemed a bit interested in how Chen Guan could carry such a heavy coffin. He asked naively, Student Chen, you have a lot of strength, but was gently pulled back by Zhou Tong.

[Mini Shura Field (Not)]

[An Changqing is truly the ceiling of socializing, he can take care of everyone.]

[The coffin bro is so quiet.]

[That Miss Zhao Qingyin has such great presence, is she a main character?]

[Long Ao: Do not touch me.]

[Why did not that idiot Liu Feiyu come? If he came, there would definitely be a good show to watch.]

The bullet comments continued to actively assert their presence.

After chatting for a while, the topic unknowingly shifted to the upcoming courses and instructors.

The Fundamentals of Superpower Theory is taught personally by Dean Situ, it must be very difficult, right? Su Yuehe was a bit worried.

It is just laying the foundation. As long as we listen carefully, it should not be a problem, An Changqing comforted her.

I have asked around about Instructor Li Yan for Fundamentals of Physical Arts, Zhou Tong pushed his glasses and said in a low voice. I heard he used to be a military combat instructor, famous for his strictness and high demands for actual combat. His nickname is Iron Face, we should mentally prepare ourselves.

Hearing this, the faces of a few students leaning towards the magic or support systems turned a bit bitter. This was considered a general course, so everyone had to take it.

Instructor Yun Zhi for Spiritual Power Guidance is very gentle, though. She is a master of the spiritual system, excelling in soothing and guiding.

Li Muxue said softly; she seemed to have a very good impression of this instructor.

By the way, student Chen Guan... Sun Miao spoke up timidly, glancing at Chen Guan and the coffin beside him. I heard that only student Chen Guan is taking Special Item Research. What will Dean Situ be teaching?

At this, everyone gaze focused on Chen Guan once again.

Chen Guan set down his teacup and said calmly, I am not sure either, I am just studying according to the course schedule.

He lightly deflected the question back.

An Changqing opportunely took over the conversation: Dean Situ is highly knowledgeable, especially possessing deep research into ancient artifacts and special mediums. This course should be about related knowledge.

The crowd nodded, and the topic was glossed over.

The gathering continued for about another half hour. The atmosphere remained lukewarm throughout. Seeing that it was getting late, An Changqing suggested wrapping up, and everyone stood up to take their leave.

Chen Guan also hoisted his coffin onto his back and bid farewell to An Changqing and Su Yuehe.

Student Chen Guan, see you tomorrow at the theoretical foundation class, An Changqing smiled.

Mhm, see you tomorrow.

Walking out of the Listening Rain Pavilion, the night breeze, carrying the moist scent of lake water, blew against his face. Chen Guan took a deep breath and walked alone on the way back to his dorm.

The gains from this small gathering were limited, but at least he had become a familiar face. Meanwhile, his popularity value had slightly increased again, returning to 1500 points.

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