This was the nickname given to Yan Anqing by the classmates in Class 2 of the third year. It was first called by a few female classmates.
They felt that Yan Anqing was like the direct eldest son of an ancient wealthy family. Every word, every move, and every move carried a unique sense of nobility.
What it means, whether it is praise or criticism, is different for everyone.
At least, when Su Yiming called it out, it was a complimentary nickname.
Because he always felt that Yan Anqing had an aura of nobility about him.
It's hypocritical to say that when Su Yiming saw Yan Anqing for the first time, a text popped up in his mind.
"The people in Mo are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world!"
The initial jealousy quickly turned into a motivation to compare.
In the three years of high school, Su Yiming burst out with unprecedented passion, even crazier than before the entrance exam in the third year of junior high school.
He studied hard and the thickness of his lenses gradually increased.
He insists on exercising to maintain his physical strength.
He ran for squad leader and actively participated in various activities.
However, Yan Anqing, who was regarded as a potential competitor by Su Yiming, kept a low profile until the third year of high school.
To this day, Su Yiming feels that, at least during his high school career, although he cannot be said to be far behind Yan Anqing, he can still be considered to have climbed into a certain field.
Yan Anqing is addicted to painting, and he is not following the path of a normal person. Even if he can sell a painting for several million yuan, it does not prove that he is better than Su Yiming. At least, this is what Su Yiming thinks.
"Welcome to the punk battlefield?"
Yan Anqing raised his eyebrows: "Everyone, be careful... we may no longer be in the original universe."
"Not even...not in the previous plane!"
Solar system, galaxy, universe, plane...
The concept of planes has long been known to the world. Yan Anqing heard many people discussing this matter when he was walking on the road.
During the six-person dialogue, many students from Class 2, Grade 3, gathered spontaneously.
In a short period of time, with Yan Anqing as the center, there were already thirty-five people standing around.
Class teacher Qu Siyu subconsciously pinched the tips of her temples and said with a solemn expression: "I just walked around the school. The food and water reserves are only enough for the whole school for two days, and..."
At this point, Qu Siyu's expression was a little stiff, as if he didn't know how to continue.
Dong Qingyu, who was standing next to her, suddenly sneered: "Teacher Qu, what are you covering up for them? Those guys don't even want a fig leaf!"
Qu Siyu just shook his head and sighed.
Liang Pingyun, who had been silent all this time, said: "The people from Class 7 in the first year and Class 5 in the second year joined forces with the canteen employees to block the canteen. It seems that they do not intend to share food and water with everyone.
"
As soon as he said this, the students in Class 2, Grade 3 were shocked and cursed.
"They want us to die!"
"The closer the critical moment comes, the more we must unite to have hope of survival...Why, why are you so selfish?"
"Actually, I can understand it, but why do I want to hit people so much now?"
"Aren't you willing to share water? Without food, we can survive for a while. Without water, we may not even survive for three days!"
"That is the limit of the ideal state. In fact, the climate environment here is too harsh... Whether we go to the desert, go to the virgin forest, or even stay in place, the hot environment and excessively high temperature will make us
Complete dehydration within twenty-four hours! Do you understand? We will die of thirst!"
"Fu Mulan and Kou Feipeng... damn! If it weren't for these two people, they wouldn't have the confidence to blockade the canteen!"
Fu Mulan and Kou Feipeng are students in Class 7 of the first year and Class 5 of the second year respectively. They are the two most famous extraordinary beings in Qinghe High School, and they are extremely powerful.
Originally, many people were counting on these two people to protect them.
Now it seems that they made a wrong calculation.
The two extraordinary beings immediately entered the highest alert state.
In the crowd, someone suddenly asked: "What should we do next?"
Qu Siyu, the head teacher, thought for a while and said with difficulty: "I will communicate with the other teachers, and then we will all go to the cafeteria to negotiate calmly. Maybe there will be a turn for the better."
"Young Master Yan, what do you think?"
Dong Qingyu, standing next to Yan Anqing, asked coldly.
But his voice seemed to be a little sarcastic.
"Teacher Qu and I have the same idea."
Yan Anqing maintained a consistent low profile.
"Oh……"
Dong Qingyu snorted jokingly: "He is indeed a otaku with no independent opinions."
The two of them usually don't have much communication, but they are both equally excellent in both literary and military skills, so they are always compared with each other.
Normally, this society measures a person's value and achievement based on his ability to earn money.
Therefore, although Dong Qingyu's family background is better, he is always slightly inferior to Yan Anqing.
This resentment of being compared to others accumulates over time, and turns into anger, conflict, and even... hatred!
Yan Anqing was very indifferent to Dong Qingyu's provocation.
The two of them are not in the same realm or level at all, so there is no need to pay attention to them.
"Since no one has any objections, then... let's take action!"
…
There were many teachers who had the same idea as the head teacher Qu Siyu, so after just half an hour, a huge crowd arrived in front of the cafeteria.
The safety door of the canteen is tightly locked and made of pure metal, making it difficult to pry it open in a short time.
"Students inside, we only need three days of water. The reservoir is on the first floor of the cafeteria. The reserve is much more than food. It is enough to supply the entire school for a week! The remaining water and food are...
How about I leave it all to you?"
The old principal had white hair and kind eyes. He spoke in a very light and gentle tone, giving people an inexplicable sense of trust.
There was discussion in the cafeteria.
"That's right. I took a look just now and it's indeed enough. There's a lot of water!"
"No! What a fart! Who knows where this place is? What if we have to stay here for a month, or even a year?"
"That little water is not enough! There are more than 3,000 people in the school, and every one of them drank it all in one sip! Instead of everyone dying together, it is better to let them die and we live!"
"Yes, yes...if this water is given to them, they won't have water to bathe in!"
A very small number of people felt compassion, but were immediately suppressed by the majority.
The head teacher of Class 7 of Grade 1 and Class 5 of Grade 2 covered his face with his hands, looking ashamed.
Obviously, they are not talking heads.
A boy or girl is the real controller.
Above the sky, two scorching suns emitted endless light and heat, and the surrounding air almost became distorted.
Yan Anqing noticed that a female classmate passed out directly because of her weak constitution and heat stroke shock, or because of fear in her heart.
