A gentle hum filled the air.
The silver-gray car cruised smoothly, closely following the class coach as it wove through the bustling city streets.
Kevin Lin sat in the driver’s seat.
Vivian Xu, lightly made up and holding a designer handbag, sat in the front passenger seat, taking out a brand-new hand cream and gently applying it to her slender fingers, their nails painted a vivid red.
As for the back seat, Andrew Han and Monica Zhang sat together.
A quiet atmosphere filled the car.
Monica sat quietly with her hands in her pockets, her petite figure motionless and well-behaved.
She wore a cream-colored sweater underneath a long, light down coat. The coat’s hood was trimmed with soft fur, framing her rosy cheeks and making her look even more delicate and pure.
The next moment—
Andrew Han glanced at Monica and chuckled, “Why are you still wearing your backpack?”
“Mhm.”
Monica realized, turned and gently set down the small double-strap backpack she was still wearing, decorated with two little bear patterns—very much a student’s bag.
Right after—
She pressed her slender legs together, hugging the backpack.
The car’s interior was already cramped. With the two of them sitting in the back, Monica could almost hear the sound of a heartbeat next to her—maybe it was Andrew Han's, or maybe her own.
“Have you eaten yet?” Andrew Han asked.
“I was in such a rush to leave for the outing, I didn’t have time for breakfast.” Monica wiped her little backpack, her nerves easing a bit.
“Here.”
Andrew Han handed over a bag of cream-flavored biscuits.
Monica’s bright, beautiful eyes blinked twice, her lips parted slightly, and a hint of disbelief flashed in her gaze. Her heartbeat seemed to skip two beats, and her breathing faltered.
Wow.
A strange sense of accomplishment seemed to spread through her heart.
Andrew Han, known as the conversation terminator, actually brought snacks for her... After a brief silence, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks as she took the cream-flavored biscuits and huffed, 'Cream flavor isn't tasty.'
Oh.
Andrew Han nodded.
Rustle rustle.
He picked up the backpack at his feet, unzipped it, and smiled slowly. 'If you think something tastes good, pick it yourself.'
Inside the black backpack, it was packed full of snacks.
There were all kinds of biscuits, colorful chips, many types of bread, countless jellies and dried fruit, and even two or three lollipops.
So many!
Monica was stunned, quietly staring at it all.
'It's not much, really. There are two more bags in the trunk—if this isn't enough, just take more,' Andrew Han said with a relaxed smile.
Mhm.
Monica responded softly.
She wanted to say something but held back, her gaze a little flustered. She glanced at Vivian Xu sitting in the front seat, her heartbeat pounding wildly, a misty haze flashing through her beautiful eyes.
Did just responding make her seem rude?
Monica bit her lip, her smooth, delicate hand clutching the cream biscuits to her chest as she turned to look out the car window, nibbling lightly on her teeth.
It’s for the autumn outing, after all.
Why did you bring so many snacks?
Swish.
Andrew Han fully unzipped the backpack and placed it on the seat between them. "I don’t know what you like, so I basically bought one of everything from the campus supermarket."
"Rich guy." Monica turned back and smiled sweetly.
"Sigh, buying too much stuff—maybe that’s the trouble of being rich." Andrew Han shrugged, took out a lollipop, and handed it to Monica. "Want one?"
"I don't like coffee flavor." Monica picked another lollipop from the bag. "I prefer matcha."
With that, she peeled off the lollipop wrapper.
Mhm.
Andrew Han nodded, a faint smile on his lips as he looked out the front window at the class coach. He felt a gentle happiness flow through him.
That's right.
This is my life.
Just as he was lost in thought, he heard a crunching sound beside him. Monica, her cheeks slightly flushed, was holding the cream biscuits and nibbling quietly.
Their eyes met, the moment frozen in time.
It was as if two hearts suddenly beat loudly at the same time.
Hey.
Monica quickly covered her pink lips. "What are you doing?"
Andrew Han paused, glanced at Monica’s delicate face, and said seriously, "What could I be doing? I was just thinking about these cream biscuits—"
In that instant—
The two spoke in unison, "They're a name brand, really expensive!"
...
Mooncourt Mountain Resort.
This place is on the other side of Clearview Lake, with beautiful mountains and clear waters. The villa district near Aunt Lin’s house is about ten kilometers away.
Classmates.
The pale-faced class monitor, dressed in a red tracksuit, called out loudly: "We’ll play here this morning, there’ll be more activities in the afternoon, and a barbecue at dusk. Everyone, don’t wander off."
With that, he led the class into the woods nearby.
He led the classmates into the nearby forest.
This area has been developed many times, with plenty of activities—bungee jumping is just one. The most team-building ones are in the forest.
For example—
Falling backward from a wooden platform about one and a half meters high.
Catch them.
Don’t stretch your arms too straight, or you’ll hurt your joints.
The class monitor in the red tracksuit shouted instructions, watching nervously.
A girl stood on the wooden platform, arms crossed over her shoulders, and fell backward. The classmates hurried to catch her—this was the first activity.
Not far away—
A slightly chilly autumn breeze swept around.
Kevin Lin and Vivian Xu leaned against a lush green tree.
Crack crack.
Kevin Lin flexed his wrist, glanced at Vivian Xu’s rosy lips, and asked, "Why aren’t you joining in?"
"I don’t like people touching me." Vivian Xu shrugged, looking bored.
Mhm.
Kevin Lin smiled slightly, said nothing, and looked about ten meters away, clicking his tongue in admiration: "Andrew Han actually brought a blanket."
Vivian Xu nodded lightly. "Not easy."
"Not just not easy, it's unbelievable. Last night Andrew Han dragged me out, insisted on buying a mountain of snacks—it turns out it was all for the autumn outing." Kevin Lin pursed his lips.
Vivian Xu didn’t understand, but Kevin Lin did.
Andrew Han is a peerless martial artist, one of the Five Great Generals among this year’s Chinese martial arts students, possessing unmatched potential and strength. Even his casual words were commands no one could defy.
Moreover—
Normally, Andrew Han only focused on martial arts.
Under these circumstances, he actually went to the supermarket, strolling around and carefully picking out snacks. Even Kevin Lin was shocked, and his gaze toward Monica changed.
"What's the big deal?" Vivian Xu pursed her lips.
In her view, gifting mountains of roses was a true grand gesture.
However—
She didn’t show any contempt.
According to Vivian Xu’s daily observations, Andrew Han’s family wasn’t wealthy. His phone cost just over a thousand yuan, and he wore ordinary clothes.
Most importantly—
Andrew Han’s WeChat Moments only showed scenery from around Jiangnan City.
"If I’m not mistaken—"
"He probably loves traveling, hiking and sightseeing, but because of limited finances, he can only visit nearby towns."
A thoughtful look flashed in Vivian Xu’s eyes.
She trusted her own judgment and was sure she wasn’t mistaken.
Although she didn’t know why Kevin Lin seemed to respect Andrew Han, the latter’s financial situation was clearly much worse than the former’s.
After a while—
She glanced at Andrew Han and Monica sitting on the blanket in the distance, and said softly, "Kevin Lin, since Andrew Han travels so often, next time he goes, he should just take Monica along."
Let them seal the deal.
So Monica won’t spend every day in the dorm glued to her phone.
Travel?
Kevin Lin froze, completely bewildered.
"Yeah, I see him post scenery photos all the time on his Moments. Isn’t that traveling?" Vivian Xu said matter-of-factly.
Heh.
Kevin Lin shook his head, at a loss for words.
Those are missions in the Martial Arts World!
Every landscape photo in Andrew Han’s Moments actually marked the death of demons and monsters, proof of his formidable strength. How could it be just simple travel?
Ten meters away—
On the light gray blanket—
Swish swish.
Monica reached out her delicate hand, touched the soft blanket, and smiled gently. "You really did bring a blanket. It’s pretty comfortable sitting here."
Andrew Han asked, "Mhm, how are you feeling?"
Huh?
Monica blinked her pretty eyes, not understanding what Andrew Han meant.
It's nothing.
Andrew Han smiled faintly and sat cross-legged.
He had simply calculated the dates and guessed Monica was in her monthly special period, so he brought a blanket just in case.
Suddenly—
Monica twirled her lollipop twice, glanced at Andrew Han, and seemed to understand. A blush rose on her cheeks.
The autumn breeze blew, filling the air with tranquility.
She turned her graceful body, her eyes sparkling as she quietly studied Andrew Han. It was as if countless stars shone in her gaze, and she stammered, "You—"
Buzz buzz!
A violent vibration came from inside the black backpack.
Monica jumped, just about to ask, but after pressing her lips together, all her hard-won courage vanished.
"Wait a moment."
Andrew Han frowned, said a word to Monica, then picked up his backpack and walked away, taking out his Martial Arts World communicator.