Naming Technique of the Night

Qing Chen knew Thomas Lawrence, who had been the dean of the Royal Academy of Arts in the UK, and was one of the most famous portrait painters.

He realized that although the girl did not possess his eidetic memory, the skills she had honed over years involved capturing facial details.

It was similar to some street artists who painted portraits; they could rapidly replicate your facial features on paper.

Qing Chen thought for a moment and still wrote on the note, "Classmate, you are mistaken."

After giving him a glance, the girl said nothing more.

Indeed, Qing Chen knew she had already pegged him as an assassin, but he could not admit it.

He slid the drawing into a book and then carefully turned the note with the words into powder, ensuring no one could piece it together again.

From the side, Hu Xiaoniu caught a glimpse of this scene; though he couldn't make out the words on the note, it was densely packed with dialogue.

At that moment, he too began to wonder: Was this girl here for Qing Chen?

However, Qing Chen thought wearing a mask might be more reliable than a disguise.

Otherwise, encountering those who regularly painted portraits, he would be remembered again!

Wait, why had this girl named Yanyan transferred to Los Angeles Foreign Language School?

Firstly, there was no need for her to seek support from influential people as others did.

Because the Transcendents already had their own paths.

Secondly, she did not seem to be here for Hu Xiaoniu or Zhang Tianzhen, at least those two were clueless about her transferring to their class.

Thirdly, she was not here specifically for him; she had only discovered his presence after arriving here.

So far, it seemed her joining the class was merely a coincidence.

But Qing Chen suspected she had other motives or targets at Los Angeles Foreign Language School.

At that moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside in the hallway.

A teacher from the dean's office arrived at the classroom door to announce, "Gather on the sports field after class. Hepatitis B virus is spreading lately, and the school has organized a mandatory health check today. Morning classes are therefore suspended. Please cooperate."

Nan Gengchen abruptly froze; he wanted to check on Qing Chen immediately but refrained.

Instinctively, he felt that this health check was not simple!

Hepatitis B is a class B infectious disease, troublesome to transmit.

But the issue was, no one had ever seen such a rushed health check, and no one had been informed not to eat breakfast today.

Everything was arranged last minute.

The class burst into chaos. Regardless of the health checks, as long as they didn't have to attend classes, everyone was happy.

Seizing the opportunity, Yanyan looked at Qing Chen and whispered, "This is almost certainly for you. Among the known incidents, you are the only one who has left blood traces on Laojun Mountain. Don't take your chances; I suggest you find an excuse to hide."

Aside from Qing Chen, others had also bled, of course.

But those who had bled were either dead or had already been captured by Kunlun.

What Yanyan meant was, among those who had bled and were not yet registered by Kunlun, Qing Chen was the only one.

Qing Chen looked at her in surprise; he hadn't expected her to advise him to hide.

He thought for a moment but still insisted, "Classmate, you really have the wrong person."

The bell for class rang, and Qing Chen patted Nan Gengchen's shoulder, and they both headed downstairs to the sports field.

Without a trace of worry, without a hint of hesitation.

Now it was Yanyan's turn to be surprised; she watched Qing Chen's receding back, pondering whether she really had mistaken his identity. Otherwise, why wasn't this young man worried about the blood test at all?

Or perhaps, did this young man already have the means and confidence not to be discovered?
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Hu Xiaoniu glanced at Qing Chen's back, then looked at Yanyan, "Is there something wrong with him?"

Yanyan glanced at him, "You don't need to know this yet, just be careful not to provoke him."

Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen were stunned, looking at each other. Had they missed something very important?

Why did Yanyan warn them not to provoke Qing Chen, was he some kind of monster?

They looked at Yanyan, but the girl had no intention of explaining anything.

In fact, on the night when the inn started burning, Yanyan was already at the scene.

She was waiting for the right moment to strike at the criminals, but before she could act, a young man stalked up from behind the criminals.

Yanyan watched as Qing Chen emotionlessly plunged a dagger into a criminal's spleen from behind.

Also, his shooting skills were weird, his gun-holding posture wasn't even standard, and his first shot missed, but he was able to correct the trajectory precisely with the second shot!

Blood, gunfire, and the young man.

It was like a beautifully crafted painting.

In that moment, she sensed that the young man was also a bit rushed and panicked, but in the chaos, he discarded all his complex emotions and turned into a cold killing machine.

Then, she watched as that cold killing machine erupted with astonishing bloodlust and bravery.

It was such a strange feeling that she almost forgot to act, quietly admiring his performance of the art of assassination.

Reflecting on it, Yanyan recalled that she had been forced to kill while crossing the Indian Ocean. When pirates came, if she didn't kill, they would kill her.

Moreover, if she were captured by pirates, what they would do could be even more cruel than killing.

Since then, she actually hadn't killed anyone again, just crushing the knees of criminals in the parking lot.