Chapter 8: Imperial Stream High School

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Download count: 88,800… still rising!

Yun Xuan stared at the staggering number of downloads, the flood of private messages, and the countless friend requests from famous comic artists—some of whom were bestsellers. What surprised him most was Nangong Xiaoxiao.

After accepting Nangong Xiaoxiao’s request, along with dozens of other comic artists’ public account adds, Yun Xuan began to browse through his private messages.

They fell into several categories: interview requests, words of praise, and finally, those who wanted Yun Xuan as their illustrator.

Illustrator—meaning drawing for some light novels, that is, doing their illustrations.

He skimmed through all the messages, closed his mailbox, and deleted everything.

After clearing out his inbox, it was already one o’clock. Yun Xuan politely replied to every comic artist, then glanced at his followers.

84,258… still climbing.

With nearly a hundred thousand fans, Yun Xuan uploaded the finished Beifang-chan comic and posted an announcement.

Beifang-chan: Thank you all for your support. Seeing so many bestselling comic artists offer such high praise has truly moved me.

As a newcomer to meme comics, I’m honestly a little shocked at these results. I never expected Beifang-chan to be so captivating.

The comic is uploaded; I hope you all enjoy reading it. Well, I should go to sleep now—school awaits tomorrow. Early to bed, early to rise, that’s important.

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Feng Qixi was still sitting at her computer, watching Beifang-chan’s public account post, and after sharing it…

Feng Qixi: @Starlit Night, @Pure Little Dragon Fungus, does your face hurt?

Acid Rain Lady: Does your face hurt?

Lin Feng: Does your face hurt? +1

Hanghang Lady: Does your face hurt?

Su Wan: Does your face hurt?

Starlit Night: …

Pure Little Dragon Fungus: …

Engineer: Flaming confusion, burning bewilderment.

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The next morning.

Yun Xuan was still asleep; it was Monday.

“Brother, brother, wake up…” Yun Xue was knocking persistently at the door.

“Xue-chan, let me handle it.” Lin Qingyu’s voice came from outside.

“Okay.” Yun Xue stepped aside.

“Xuan-kun, hurry up and get up, or I’ll come in!” Lin Qingyu called loudly.

Yun Xuan shivered reflexively and woke up.

His first instinct was to check the alarm clock; it was already 7:30.

“Xue, Qingyu, you two go on ahead.” Yun Xuan slapped his forehead, nearly forgetting about class.

“Xuan-kun, you’re finally up. Come on, we’re waiting for you.” Lin Qingyu puffed her cheeks and stood outside.

Yun Xuan had no choice but to quickly dress, brush his teeth, wash his face, and then the three of them left together.

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It was a twenty-minute walk from Yun Xuan’s house to Sacred Imperial High School. They arrived with just three minutes to spare.

Yun Xuan and Lin Qingyu split from Yun Xue upon entering; the main gate was being set up for the tournament stage.

“Xuan-kun, can you really defeat Liu Mengyan?” Lin Qingyu looked at Yun Xuan anxiously.

“Don’t worry, a mere Liu Mengyan—I’ll win for sure!” Yun Xuan smiled confidently.

With intermediate drawing skills, losing to Liu Mengyan would be absurd.

Not many students signed up for the drawing competition; after all, performing before the entire school takes confidence, and those without it wouldn’t dare risk embarrassment.

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Lin Qingyu and Yun Xuan entered the classroom, and Yun Xuan’s eyes lit up.

Sacred Imperial High School required uniforms, and the girls wore sailor suits.

Even though the skirts only reached the knees, they had a certain charm. The overall blue uniform looked dignified on the girls.

Yun Xuan took his seat and gazed out the window.

Five voices echoed in his mind, indicating that five girls here had a composite rating of seven.

Class 3, Grade 1—the undisputed top class.

Aside from the heiress Liu Mengyan, there was a genius loli, a library girl, and a student from the island nation.

“The mission targets are two. Liu Mengyan can be excluded; the loli… seems a bit troublesome.” Yun Xuan looked at the conspicuous loli in the front row. Unlike other girls, she sat alone without a crowd around her.

She was barely 1.3 meters tall, with delicate features and striking twin tails—like a porcelain doll. If she wore a gothic dress, she’d be even cuter.

“Nangong, good morning.” Yun Xuan stood up, approached the loli, and spoke softly.

“Hm?” The whole class looked at Yun Xuan, curious.

Everyone knew this loli was a scheming one; who would dare talk to her?

“Good morning.” Nangong Xiaomeng glanced at Yun Xuan, her tone cool.

“…I have a request, Nangong. I’m participating in the drawing contest, and I’d like to draw you…” Yun Xuan hesitated.

“Draw me? If you dare make me ugly, prepare to face my wrath.” Nangong Xiaomeng snorted.

“Relax, I guarantee with my honor I won’t make you look bad.” Yun Xuan smiled.

“Your honor isn’t worth much.” Nangong Xiaomeng turned away, her twin tails adding to her charm.

“Uh, then please watch when the time comes.” Yun Xuan chuckled bitterly. She was truly hard to grasp, and changed her hairstyle every two days… Wait, a new hairstyle?

Yun Xuan looked at Nangong Xiaomeng’s twin tails, then glanced at the other girls, suddenly realizing the reason.

“Nangong, your twin tails are adorable, but your outfit isn’t quite right. If you changed clothes, you’d be even cuter.” Yun Xuan mused.

“You…” Nangong Xiaomeng was stunned, staring at Yun Xuan.

She changed her hairstyle daily, but no one ever commented. She knew she was called a scheming loli, yet she wanted someone to talk to her.

She chose this method to attract attention.

“Looking closely, Nangong is really cute—like a little sister.” Yun Xuan crouched down, gazing at her.

“Sister…” A complex emotion flickered in Nangong Xiaomeng’s eyes.

The class watched Yun Xuan out of the corner of their eyes, incredulous. How could Yun Xuan bother with Nangong Xiaomeng? Did he take the wrong medicine? That was the scheming loli, after all.

“Nangong, the drawing contest starts soon. If you like what I draw, would you join me for lunch next time?” Yun Xuan considered.

“Eh?” Nangong Xiaomeng wasn’t stupid. Yun Xuan’s directness clearly meant he wanted to get close. She couldn’t help but look at him strangely—was he a loli enthusiast?

“I simply think you’re very cute, Nangong, with no strange intentions. Please don’t misunderstand.” Yun Xuan smiled gently.

Nangong Xiaomeng looked into Yun Xuan’s clear eyes and handsome face, then nodded.

“All students, please return to your seats.” The homeroom teacher, dressed in professional attire, entered, accompanied by a girl who closely resembled Liu Mengyan.

“Two Liu Mengyan students?”

“Could she be Liu Mengyan’s sister?”

“Sisters really are adorable.”

A group of boys looked at the shy Liu Mengxuan, their eyes bright.

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