The Yanjing Training Camp aims to train the young generation in Yanjing who are outstanding and possess absolute talent, enabling them to grow rapidly and beco capable individuals, flourishing Huaxia.
The head coach of the Yanjing Training Camp is none other than the Huaxia powerhouse known as "Sword," Yan Wudao.
The father of the devil, Yan Bufan.
Yan Wudao is considered a legend in the military, capable of taking on an entire company by himself, having achieved nurous military rits. Countless young people in Yanjing regard him as their goal of effort.
To have cultivated a devil like Yan Bufan already shows that a tiger father will not beget a dog son.
Moreover, having the opportunity to be personally taught by Yan Wudao is a rare fortune that many young people in Yanjing would fight for to beco a mber of the Yanjing Training Camp and take Yan Wudao as their ntor.
A Ferrari stopped at the entrance of Bai Fu Villa, its double doors opening as Ye Qingfeng, holding Ouyang Liluo’s hand, stepped out first, followed by Ye Shan and Ye Lei.
Ye Miao, dressed in a scholar’s robe, stood tall, waiting outside for a long ti.
"Uncle!"
Ye Qingfeng nodded slightly towards Ye Miao.
"You’re here!"
Ye Miao glanced at Ye Qingfeng and then his gaze fell on Ouyang Liluo.
"This boy Xiao Feng, what does he think this occasion is, bringing his girlfriend along!"
He couldn’t help but smile bitterly in his heart; this nephew still hasn’t shaken off those mischievous habits.
"Little Ouyang!" Ye Qingfeng didn’t care about what others thought and said to Ouyang Liluo, "This is my uncle!"
Ouyang Liluo was initially taken aback and then bashfully said, "Hello, Uncle, I am Ouyang Liluo!"
Her voice was almost inaudible, making Ye Lei and Ye Shan amused behind them.
"Hmm, she’s a good girl, let’s go in together!"
Although Ye Qingfeng’s actions were sowhat inappropriate, he wouldn’t reprimand in such a setting. He smiled slightly at Ouyang Liluo and then turned to step inside the villa.
The four of Ye Qingfeng followed behind, and Ouyang Liluo couldn’t help but squeeze Ye Qingfeng’s hand.
"Didn’t you say we were attending a party just to have so fun together, why is your uncle here?"
Ye Qingfeng shrugged innocently, "I didn’t know either!"
Since they were already there, Ouyang Liluo could only set aside her shyness and closely follow Ye Qingfeng.
"It’s the people of the Ye Family!"
As the five just stepped into the party hall, they imdiately attracted the attention of many inside.
The Ye Family, one of the Six Great Families, is considered to be among the most powerful even among the prestigious families in Yanjing.
Many people showed a cautious expression; in Yanjing, the Ye Family is definitely considered a dominant force.
Ye Miao led them to the front of the party, to a VIP table only a few steps away from the crystal podium, a table exclusively for the Ye Family.
Beside them, four other tables were set horizontally, with people from the other four great families, except the Wei Family.
The Qiu Family, with Qiu Feng and Qiu Ying sitting together, saw Ye Qingfeng co in, and her gaze suddenly beca complex.
Last night, she was absent-minded all night, replaying countless tis the encounter process with Ye Qingfeng.
Ye Qingfeng’s astonishing strength, otherworldly driving skills, indifferent gaze and words all left a deep impression on her heart.
At this mont, Ye Qingfeng was completely unaware of her, continuously teasing Ouyang Liluo, making her laugh rrily.
Seeing Ouyang Liluo’s peerless style and stunning beauty, Qiu Ying felt utterly defeated.
"Is this the love he said he wanted to pursue?"
She considered her appearance not much lacking, but that poetic and picturesque fairy aura was beyond her reach. Throughout Yanjing, only the person called "Yanjing Dream," the dream lover of the current Yanjing’s noble sons, the number one beauty Han Qingqiu could match her.
"Why, the one who should be sitting by his side should be !"
Qiu Ying irritably twirled a lock of hair at her temples, but the chaotic mood did not diminish; instead, it beca more intense.
Her brother, Qiu Yin, asked curiously, "Sis, what’s wrong with you?"
Qiu Ying did not answer, trying to avoid looking at Ye Qingfeng but unable to resist.
At the round table on the right of the Qiu Family, three people sat: a middle-aged man and two young n around twenty.
They were representatives of the Jian Family, all carrying an air of pride on their faces.
To the right of Jian Family sat people from the other two great families, the Murong Family and the Han Family.
Families not among the Six Great Families could only sit at the back or to the side, clearly showing that the noble families of Yanjing were led by the Six Great Families.
In the ranks of the Jiang Family, Jiang Qianjue’s gaze was slightly focused, staring at Ye Qingfeng’s back from the beginning.
This silhouette was too familiar to him.
"Is it him? How is that possible?"
Jiang Qianjue’s eyes filled with disbelief.
"What’s wrong?"
His father, Jiang Haowen, asked.
"The person beside Ye Lei and Ye Shan looks a lot like the silhouette in the blurred image from the devastating battle news that ca from Mingzhu City, Southern Base!"
Jiang Qianjue said solemnly.
"Oh?" Jiang Haowen looked towards Ye Qingfeng, seeing him playing and laughing with Ouyang Liluo completely disregarding the setting.
After a slight thought, he shook his head.
"Qianjue, you must have mistaken!" Jiang Haowen said in a low voice, "Sitting with Ye Lei and Ye Shan, the top of the Ye Family’s young generation, and with Ye Miao so kind to him, his identity is already obvious."
"Dad, you an, he’s Ye Yan’s son, that idle wastrel?"
Jiang Qianjue exclaid.
"That’s right, it’s definitely him, Ye Yan’s son, his idler reputation is already recognized!"
Hearing what Jiang Haowen said, Jiang Qianjue temporarily suppressed that doubt and no longer looked at Ye Qingfeng, instead turning his gaze to the beautiful but slightly sorrowful Qiu Ying.
His affection for Qiu Ying never wavered, but unfortunately, Qiu Ying didn’t spare him a glance.
At this ti, suddenly exclamations were heard from the back.
Except for Ye Qingfeng and Ouyang Liluo absorbed in themselves, everyone else turned their sight there.
At the doorway, a man and a woman walked side by side.
The young man appeared handso and refined, wearing black-rimd glasses and a smile on his face, exuding an air of nobility.
The woman was incredibly beautiful and elegant, wearing jewel-drop earrings and seven-colored crystal shoes, capturing all the gazes in the hall.
Ye Lei and Ye Shan looked at the young man and whispered, "Wei Wuming, always making such a grand entrance!"
When they looked at the woman, both showed an entranced look, even though they were the elite of Yanjing’s high society’s younger generation. This woman was revered as a goddess, a fairy by every noble son.
Yanjing Dream, Han Qingqiu!
Han Qingqiu and Wei Wuming walked side by side, drawing nurous admiring looks.
Both were top figures of the young generation in Yanjing, especially Han Qingqiu, who is worshipped by many as a goddess, capturing the hearts of nurous gentlen, among whom was Wei Wuming.
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