Youth is indeed an asset.

With abundant hair, there’s no need for special styling; a casual touch looks just as handsome and dashing.

Princess Cao’s mischief didn’t succeed. Even though it turned into a mess, after some adjustments, he still ended up being the most striking young man in the venue as he entered the forum.

Just imagine.

Transposing this to the cultivation world, where the Human Clan summons a grand summit, attended by the great ancestors of each sect, and a young newcomer just stepping onto the path of cultivation appears here, sitting on equal footing with them.

What would these old monsters feel?

Right.

It might not even be on equal footing.

Even though it’s not the core position, given his credentials, even a prodigy of the race can’t be too flamboyant; the wise often suffer, and extremes lead to decline. The seats in the hall form an arc around the main stage, and Jiang Chen’s seat is quite forward, in the second row.

Ugh.

Princess Cao is just to his right.

What a coincidence.

And as everyone knows, in the traditional culture of Shen Zhou, there’s a ceremonial custom passed down for thousands of years that says "the left side is honored."

Of course.

With fan-shaped seating, there’s likely no distinction between left and right.

Even so, Princess Cao’s inner feelings are probably more complex than those of the balding seniors around them.

Who says ten years of study are no match for three generations in business, and three generations in business can’t compare to an ancestor wielding a gun?

It’s completely unscientific.

If it were scientific, there would surely be no exceptions.

What’s the saddest thing?

It’s not when you find you’re rowing hard while someone else is born on the deck of a giant ship; it’s when, having the deck view, you discover someone zooms by on a rocket, cutting through waves.

As predicted by Boss Jiang, the main theme of the meeting was clear: advocating for regional economic integration, creating a Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere, and in the face of the gradual collapse of globalization, seeking a new development path, hand in hand with neighboring countries...

Indeed.

Although trilateral negotiations have not concluded and the free trade agreement remains unresolved, preparing ahead ensures composure, and planning before action is always a habit of Shen Zhou.

Taking a moment between active listening, Jiang Chen glanced to his right, finding that the person was even more focused, engrossed in taking notes. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He couldn’t help but feel a sense of respect.

He didn’t disturb the other person, so Jiang Chen straightened his back, maintained a proper posture, and also picked up a pen.

This guy, so attentive?

While someone was sneakily peeking, Princess Cao was doing the same. Discovering with her peripheral vision that someone hadn’t looked up for a while, she slightly tilted her neck to glance left.

Unfortunately, she focused too much on classroom discipline. Although it was just a forum, and the seats were very close, her limited tilt didn’t allow her to clearly see what he was writing, or if it matched her key insights.

An excellent student can also have a tendency to compare.

Realizing she couldn’t see clearly, Princess Cao decided to lean a bit more in that direction, but just then, someone stopped, put down the pen, and with a slight "rip," a piece of paper was torn off.

"Here."

He hadn’t even fully raised his head when he extended the freshly torn paper.

Tsk.

Some special talent indeed.

As if he knew the neighbor was peeking.

Princess Cao hardly had time to feel embarrassed, instinctively looking at the striped paper.

Ah!

It wasn’t a note.

It was clearly a "sketch."

And it seemed to be her, intently listening and taking notes, in profile.

To instantly recognize it’s her in the drawing speaks to the certain level of someone’s artistic skill.

No kidding.

There are levels to being a sycophant too.

Does an ordinary sycophant gain fame across the entire school, known by everyone?

Excelling in any field requires skill.

Definitely not comparable to the professional art students like Luo Li’er, but Boss Jiang’s artistic capability surely surpasses that of most ordinary people.

After all, most ordinary people find it hard to even draw a duck.

Back when he was penniless, his way of cheering up Ai Qian was with these unique little tricks.

Just a pity.

Small cleverness is still small cleverness.

The shelf life is short.

It’s fine a couple of times, but long-term use diminishes its effect.

But it doesn’t matter.

If the subject develops immunity, just switch targets, right?

Receiving her own "sketch" in such a setting left Cao Jinse astonished.

Does he know where this is?

Does he really think this is a classroom?

"Haven’t drawn for a while, a bit rusty."

Jiang Chen explained himself first, unabashedly daydreaming. What’s a forum if not a more relaxed atmosphere?

"So, how is it?"

"Are you out of your mind?"

Cao Jinse whispered.

"I think it’s decent."

Jiang Chen lowered his head to reappreciate his work, "Better than those ten-by-the-sheet ones on the street, right?"

Ten-by-the-sheet?

Why not compare it to a hundred-by-the-sheet?

"Take it back!"

Cao Jinse reprimanded, with an air of embarrassment, as if afraid of being discovered by a teacher or classmates.

Yes.

If this were honestly in a youthful classroom, it would surely count as a declaration of love.

Sure.

If discovered, it would undoubtedly be more sensational than the time at East University’s lecture hall when presenting a love letter written for Luo Peng to Luo Li’er, and being called on stage by the teacher.

But obviously, such a scenario couldn’t happen here.

The government organized this meeting to promote cooperation between businesses and facilitate exchanges among entrepreneurs.

Since it’s for exchanges, of course, talking is allowed.

But being allowed to talk doesn’t mean you can argue.