?Reading on mobile phone Qin Dashi gave it his all—staying continuously at Pingda University campus for three straight days, day and night. This unprecedented effort sparked curiosity among classmates. They were eager to know what had transformed the king of absences into such a serious, dedicated student—was it perhaps that a beautiful girl was about to arrive on campus? Or maybe he was planning to make a move on one of the existing beautiful girls? Under constant mental strain, his eyes were bloodshot, like a fierce wolf hunting for prey, which only strengthened their suspicions. Many students began praying fervently, asking heaven to send lightning and strike him down, so that Pingda’s dwindling number of campus beauties wouldn’t be overwhelmed any longer. Yet, despite all this effort, he found no trace of any connection to the mutated humanoid beasts. Even more disheartening, he discovered he was being followed—his pursuer was remarkably swift, always managing to vanish before he even noticed. The only thing that gave him comfort was that the tracker had no connection to the mutated half-human creature—he seemed more like a cultivator. Definitely Lin's older brother, the one who never gives a cent. Since you've chosen to be secretive, I've no interest in playing games with you. Go ahead and follow me; I'll just treat you as a free attendant. Isabella was also carefully searching, but had not yet found the whereabouts of the mutated half-human creature. As a result, the four cases of student fatalities remained unsolved. Parents had hung white cloth banners at the school gates, yet the administration offered no official statement—waiting patiently for updates from the police. That afternoon, Qin Feng arrived at a quiet corner of the campus, drawn by the fallen leaves on the ground. On one particularly yellow leaf, there was a spot resembling a droplet of water, shimmering under the sunlight. It couldn't be dew—since sunrise, at least three and a half hours had passed, and dew would have long since dried. He put on gloves, pulled out a sealed bag, and with tweezers carefully placed the leaves inside. The water droplets remained in a gel-like state, firmly adhered to the leaf surface, undisturbed. Huff... A gentle breeze blew up, and an expression of impatience crossed his face as he said, "Lin family's second son, you've been with me this long—any interest at all?" "Chattering on, Qin family's young man—you're truly a show-off," a slender figure appeared on the side platform. This person not only looked unimpressive but also physically awkward, speaking with a voice somewhere between a mallard duck and a rooster. "By seniority, you should call me Uncle Second. What's with 'Lin family's second son'? How could you be so impolite?" Qin, thinking that if he were to call him Uncle Second, he'd have to match the dignity, couldn't help but feel embarrassed by the man's appearance. Indeed, it's true that "a dragon has nine offspring, each unique." Though Mr. Lin Fenglei isn't exactly a paragon of virtue, he does possess a truly noble and refined appearance—someone who would surely attract many people simply because of his looks if he were to set up a fortune-telling stall. As for the second son of the Lin family, he's practically a compilation of all the qualities one might associate with being unimpressive—how come he hasn't inherited a single strand of his father's admirable features? Is he even biologically related to the elder? He really wishes he could ask that. Regardless, he is still an elder relative of Lin Caiwei and they've only just met, so Mr. Qin decides to extend a little courtesy and postpone the question for another time. He says it with a tone of mockery: "Second...uncle, I thought you'd never acknowledge your own status. You've been accompanying me for several days now—so are you planning to serve as my bodyguard?" He deliberately elongates the syllable "second," while the word "uncle" is mentioned only briefly. Lin La'er hadn't even had a chance to speak when he said, "Actually, I fully support your idea of becoming a bodyguard. But at least give me a word of notice—so I can pay you a salary. Don't be shy. You should know I'm from a big company, a wealthy man. I'll never cut corners on the little things. By the way, my security team leader earns 3,600 a month. How about 3,800 for you?" Lin La'er's nose was nearly bent with indignation. Only 3,800 a month? Really treating me like a security guard? Even 38,000 would be too much—380,000 would be more like it. I'll think about it. "Uncle, why aren't you saying anything?" Qin Feng said, smiling pleasantly. "You must be touched by my generous salary offer. But really, who am I, if not薇薇's boyfriend? This is all expected!" "Boy, I never intended to hire you as a bodyguard," Lin La'er said, still furious. "That's strange—why have you been following me all this time?" Qin the Young raised his head to gaze at the clear blue sky, devoid of even a single cloud, and speculated, "Ah, I see now! You're doing good deeds without seeking recognition. Truly worthy of the Lin family's reputation in the cultivation world—so indifferent to wealth, so noble in character! As a commoner, I must say, I hold you in the highest possible regard, and I truly admire you as a model of excellence!" Lin the Second was completely taken aback by this praise. People naturally value recognition and tend to display a sense of dignity when receiving compliments. So he modestly replied, "Just minor matters—nothing to write home about, really—hmm, nothing to write home about!" Yet he still felt that his words fell short, as though they were meant to be sincere compliments, yet carried a subtle undercurrent of mockery. Without giving him much time to think, Qin the Young continued, "How is the old Lin elder doing? What about the other uncles—how are they feeling? Coming all this way, Brother Er, it's no easy task. Why hide things from us? Why not even let the younger generation host the meal?" Lin Er II thought, "Will I really tell you that I did this on purpose? How could I possibly uncover your true background if I don't quietly follow you? "Oh, I understand now—it must have been arranged by the old Lin elder, isn't that right?" he said firmly. "He must be afraid you're asking for favors from me, or afraid I'm giving you something in return, so he's keeping you from stepping forward!" Lin Er II really wanted to give him a solid kick. Honestly, how could he think that his own father and himself were so straightforward? This visit was all about squeezing something out of you—how stupid of you! The old Lin elder, you know—he's not exactly a man of integrity. But these words couldn't be spoken. Even though the entire Lin family shared the same thoughts, face had to be maintained—this matter had to be handled behind the scenes. Once it came to light, it would certainly fall apart. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Actually, it's not exactly like that. I've been following you quietly—that's my idea. As for my father's intention, he's..." "I understand," Qin said, once again interpreting his meaning. "I'm really in quite a bind these days, actually. Brother, if you can help me resolve this, I'll certainly offer you a great reward!" The phrase "certainly offer you a great reward" made the second son's eyes gleam—exactly what he'd been hoping for. He gave his chest a firm拍: "What kind of trouble? Brother, I'll definitely sort it out for you."