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Looking at the data on the machine, Xing Shifang pinched Lin's arm, feeling his solid muscles, and quietly asked, "Brother, can you tell me what level you are at now?"
"Interstellar Level Twenty-Three."
Lin was still pondering the results of the recent Test and blurted it out without thinking.
"What? Level Twenty-Three!"
The almost wailing shout startled Lin, and Xing Shifang immediately realized he had overreacted and quickly lowered his voice.
"Brother, everyone else is still struggling at Levels Fifteen or Sixteen. Even I am stuck at the threshold of Level Twenty, and you've already reached Level Twenty-Three?"
"Is Level Twenty-Three impressive?"
Lin wasn't very clear about the concept of levels; he only knew that they cultivated quickly but didn't understand how fast that really was.
At this age, ordinary people are generally around Level Ten, while those slightly more talented might be at Levels Thirteen or Fourteen. Only top talents can reach Level Five.
Even the so-called Icebreaker Clan's best talent in a thousand years, Breaking the Ice, had only a strength of Level Twenty upon enrollment, which wasn't much different from Xing Shifang's strength.
The difference was that Breaking the Ice had advanced slightly faster than other renowned talents, breaking through the barrier of Level Twenty first.
But no one expected that Lin, this Dark Horse, would suddenly surge ahead of everyone else and reach Level Twenty-Three without making a sound!
"So should I keep a low profile?"
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, Lin, who had always preferred to stay low-key, didn't want to attract too much attention.
"Low profile is essential! Brother, being low-key is the greatest form of flaunting. When it comes time for the final competition, you'll astonish everyone and trample them underfoot—that will be glorious!"
Watching Xing Shifang excitedly envisioning a bright future while spitting as he spoke, Lin shook his head, thinking he was probably too thrilled.
Just then, as they were talking, Xing Shifang suddenly stopped speaking and awkwardly looked in the direction behind Lin, beads of cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
"Shifang, what's wrong?"
Noticing his unusual behavior, Lin furrowed his brows and followed Xing Shifang's gaze.
Behind him, a group of girls was chattering away, glancing over at them while pointing and whispering.
What was going on?
Lin was puzzled and hadn't had the chance to ask when he was pulled by Xing Shifang. He lowered his head and said, "Bro, stop looking, hurry, come with me!"
He looked as if he had seen a Raging Beast.
Before Lin could say anything, he was dragged back by Xing Shifang, who seemed to be shrinking into his neck, afraid of being seen by others.
However, with their movement, the girls couldn't hold back any longer and rushed over.
Upon hearing the commotion, Xing Shifang's body stiffened. He let go of Lin and walked ahead quickly, almost as if he were running away.
At this point, Lin began to understand that the girls were probably coming for Xing Shifang!
Sure enough, the group of girls rushed past Lin, carrying a strong Fragrant Breeze that nearly overwhelmed him with the mixed scents of various perfumes.
The girls surrounded Xing Shifang in no time; he couldn't escape.
In just a moment, Xing Shifang was completely encircled by the girls. Lin counted—there were probably more than fifty girls surrounding him.
"Brother Shifang, here's breakfast I brought for you! I've been waiting for you for so long!"
"Brother Xing, do you think this sports bracelet is pretty? I feel like it matches you perfectly; please take it!"
"Move aside! This is my Brother Xing!"
A group of girls was arguing and making noise, some bringing gifts to Xing Shifang, some asking about his well-being, while others were getting into a heated exchange, nearly coming to blows.
Seeing this scene, Lin was momentarily taken aback, then burst into laughter, laughing so hard he nearly doubled over.
Xing Shifang was indeed awkwardly caught in the middle of it all, his smile looking more like a grimace. Just as he tried to decline one girl's advances, another pulled him in.
It wasn't surprising for Xing Shifang to be in such a situation; he was truly a god-level handsome guy. Strong and attractive, his charm was further enhanced by an air of nobility that made him seem almost aristocratic.
To the girls, Xing Shifang was like Valkyrie Icebreaker in the boys' world—a true idol.
Surrounded by those enthusiastic girls, it was no wonder that Xing Shifang attracted so much attention; he was indeed a talent in this regard.
Watching this unfold, Lin couldn't help but entertain a mischievous thought. Since Xing Shifang was so sought after, perhaps he should consider grooming him to become the next star streamer.
With Xing Shifang's popularity on Wuyuan Star, Lin could make a fortune and draw in a wave of followers for the platform.
After all, Wuyuan Star had a dense population with many high-end talents. Gaining a large fanbase from among them would be immensely beneficial once they grew.
Smacking his lips, Lin felt this idea was quite promising!
Lost in thought, Lin smiled as he resolved to bring Xing Shifang onto his ship of schemes.
While he was chuckling to himself, Xing Shifang returned. Behind him were the still-cheering girls, blowing kisses at him, causing his face to turn crimson.
"Bro, are you laughing at my misfortune? Why are you so happy?"
"Not at all!"
Lin quickly wiped the smile off his face and replied firmly. He wasn't actually laughing at Xing Shifang; rather, he was plotting how to take advantage of him.
In front of him, Xing Shifang was holding a pile of gifts in his arms—whatever they were clearly showcased his immense charm.
He lowered his head and sighed, then turned to look at the group of girls again. He wanted to throw away what he was holding but didn't dare to, so he could only put it into his spatial equipment.
"Give it to me! What's going on with you? I didn't realize you had such great skills!"
"Hey! Don't mention it! Just keep walking!"
Xing Shifang was forced to greet those girls and quickly made his escape.
This all started when Xing Shifang first arrived at the training ground. He was approached by a few girls right away. Being a straightforward boy, he shyly exchanged a few words with them.
The result was simple; those girls ended up getting his contact information.
Then things escalated quickly. At first, it was just a few, but soon Xing Shifang was overwhelmed—every hour of every day, someone was confessing their feelings to him!
This trend intensified, and at its peak during the holidays, when he came here to train, there were actually two to three hundred girls blocking the entrance.
Xing Shifang found it impossible to refuse such enthusiasm and could only endure it painfully.
It was all tears; being too handsome wasn't necessarily a good thing. Surrounded by girls, Xing Shifang expressed his distress.
This kind of distress is something most people wouldn't understand. If Xing Shifang were truly distressed now, he wouldn't know how many single men would want to beat him up.
"By the way, bro, get up. I have something else to tell you..."
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