God-Level All-rounder Expert

Chapter 451: Chapter 481: I Am Your Uncle

Song Hongye?!

Fang Yi had long heard this name, but he never expected to actually see her today, so he couldn’t help but take a few more glances at Song Hongye.

However, no matter how many more times he looked, it was useless. But Fang Yi did make a small discovery: Song Hongye’s hands were clasped behind her back, and since Fang Yi was sitting closest to her, he noticed the sandalwood fan held in her hands behind her waist.

The Sandalwood Fan, also known as a Scholar’s Fan, is most suitable for women. Made of sandalwood, it naturally carries a fragrant scent, wafting a subtle aroma with each wave that also repels insects and prevents decay. Its uses are endless.

Nowadays, only the upper nobles could afford such a fan, which is priceless. The fact that the Sandalwood Fan was in Song Hongye’s hands was enough to prove how extraordinary she was.

And in this modern, high-tech society of information, have you ever seen a woman carrying a folding fan?

I didn’t think so!

But Song Hongye had one, and it was as precious as could be, proving this woman’s taste was anything but ordinary.

To prevent Song Hongye from noticing, Fang Yi only took a brief look and then averted his gaze. As astute as Fang Yi was, he was unaware that Song Hongye occasionally sneakily glanced at him, even more discreetly than him.

"This must be the Rouge Tiger’s brother, huh? I’m dying to find out what’s so special about you," Song Hongye silently pondered.

She had witnessed herself in the bar that this man, when fighting someone stronger than him, turned the tables when everyone thought he was about to collapse. The unyielding arrogance he exhibited back then cut deep into Song Hongye’s memory like a knife.

When was the last time she had seen such a man? In Tianjing, only a few could match, but none were as interesting as him.

Song Hongye had a peculiar trait: if she liked something, she would pursue it relentlessly, not caring how much effort or energy it took to understand it. If she disliked something, not even a knife to her neck could wrinkle her brow.

in Tianjing secretly gave her a nickname:

it won’t; but when you least expect it, it will, and no one can guess its thoughts. Song Hongye was just such a

anyone else not present yet, or does anyone have questions for me?" Song Hongye

side, had

questions arising, Song

had her methods. As the saying goes, experts watch the technique while others watch the excitement. Song Hongye’s teaching started off simple, but as it progressed, the difficulty increased,

but rather a testament to Song Hongye’s exceptional flexibility, likely honed from a young age. Even Fang Yi, who had been training in martial arts from childhood, could see

but look towards Shen Binan. Honestly, he wanted to see Shen Binan make a fool of herself; after all, she always took jabs

ground, flipping her legs upward, and then using her hands to grasp her feet—nearly defying the normal range of human

seeming strained. Fang Yi couldn’t help but regard this woman more highly, though he quickly came to a realization—Shen Binan strove for

was an uncompromisingly

more relaxed position, crossing his legs and folding his arms across his chest. He felt like

leaned against the wall, lit up a

take a few extra looks—not because he was

phone, keeping tabs on some entertainment industry gossip, mainly related to Xu He. Naturally, he would come across images of female celebrities and models. The woman behind the man was

extra looks proved significant as the man noticed and immediately walked over, looking up

Yes, looking up!

evidently a wealthy second-generation, but unfortunately for him, a bit on the short side. He was at least

his lips and exhaled a plume of smoke, which happened to blow into the man’s face. It wasn’t

man didn’t see it that way. In an instant, his face soured,

the man coldly inquired,

was irritated too, chuckled, and said, "Well, I’m certainly not messing with

Fang Yi, said, "There are two kinds of people I despise in this world: those who stand above me, and those... who