Divine Beast Creator

Chapter 1599 - 1600: The Banquet Ends

A group of people stepped onto the award stage, and the unique status of Feng Yuan and his group caught the attention of many people watching the live broadcast who were not involved in the event.

Of course, they knew the general information, but seeing Feng Yuan, standing in the center, so young, many couldn’t help but be amazed. As for suspicion?

The nearby teams in military uniforms remained silent, indicating there was no doubt about the matter. Besides, not many people were unaware of this event. If they had really messed around, the citizens of the cities caught in the anomaly wouldn’t agree.

Watching as Elder Li pinned the medal on him, Feng Yuan’s lips curled slightly as he whispered,

"Is this something I can use to get out of trouble when I encounter it?"

Elder Li, feeling both amused and exasperated by Feng Yuan’s sudden idea, said with a stern face,

"No way!"

Qi Chen was speechless at this guy and his random words at such a moment, but thankfully the reporters were far enough away not to hear or notice their conversation. Otherwise, Qi Chen wouldn’t know how they would report this tomorrow.

After the medals were awarded, Elder Li gave a speech for several minutes before the banquet officially transitioned to the dance phase. Noticing Elder Li sneaking away, Feng Yuan wasn’t too surprised since the elder must have a lot to handle at this time.

Looking around and seeing no one paying attention, Liao Yu wrapped an arm around Feng Yuan’s neck and whispered in his ear,

"Why did you ask that question? Are you planning on causing trouble again?"

In the end, Liao Yu seemed a bit wary. After all, Feng Yuan’s capacity for mischief wasn’t weak, and he really feared Feng Yuan would cause some big trouble that they’d find hard to manage.

Glancing at Liao Yu, Feng Yuan chuckled,

"Of course not; however, I can’t guarantee I won’t run into some trouble. It’s a pity, really, can’t be too cautious."

"There are many medals awarded this time, but their actual significance isn’t high. It’s not as important as the one you’ll receive later."

Huo Feng suddenly interjected, and Liao Yu looked at Feng Yuan with envy, saying,

"It’s a pity I can’t be there to see you get the medal. With that, as long as you don’t intentionally cause any incidents endangering others’ lives, you should be fine."

Hearing them, Feng Yuan scratched his head, unsure why there was another medal. Just then, some reporters came over to interview them, leaving Feng Yuan unable to ask further. When he finished dealing with the reporters, he found Liao Yu and the others had already left.

"Really, never mind, they’ll surely inform me if there’s anything important."

Sighing, Feng Yuan turned to Xiao Ji next to him, saying, as Xiao Ji blinked with a look of innocence, making Feng Yuan ruffle its feathers.

With a dissatisfied cry, Xiao Ji dodged to the side, and Agunas floated over, asking skeptically,

"Another medal? What’s that for?"

"I don’t know, but it shouldn’t be anything bad."

With a shrug, Feng Yuan replied, not knowing the specifics either, but believing they wouldn’t dare plot against him, so it was best to wait and see.

At this time, a female classmate approached Feng Yuan, and noticing Feng Yuan about to dance with a stranger, Yang Hongzhi expressed his surprise to Najia, who was accompanying him,

"What’s up with him today? He actually..."

"Perhaps it’s a good thing."

Shaking his head, Najia said, not quite understanding what was going on with Feng Yuan, but the current state seemed nice.

"Oh, I’m so tired. If only I could have someone else help out."

Feng Yuan said as he glanced at Agunas and Veronia, rolling his eyes, Agunas retorted unhappily,

"What are you thinking? I can’t deal with them for you, considering our identities are completely different. Even Veronia can’t."

"I could give it a try, but are you sure you want me to help you deal with them?"

Veronia glanced at Feng Yuan indifferently, saying. It wouldn’t mind taking care of those people, similar to what it did during the Mythical Era. Though it wasn’t very fond of it, if Feng Yuan needed it, it could do it.

"Hmm... better not..."

Scratching his head, Feng Yuan said sheepishly. He was just complaining casually; if Veronia actually did his socializing, it would cause a lot of drama.

With many people coming toward them, Feng Yuan worried someone might provoke the anger of the two Divine Beasts. For safety, he decided against the tempting idea.

As the dance came to an end, Feng Yuan found an opportunity to hide to the side, and Qi Chen approached with a worried look, asking,

"Are you alright? You seem a bit... off today."

"Isn’t it because so many people from the academy are here today? Plus, I can’t let those reporters write about Maomu Academy students being impolite, right?"

Although Feng Yuan was sure they wouldn’t dare report it that way, there was nothing he could do about the gossip. In such a public setting, he represented the academy, and he couldn’t create trouble for it.

Qi Chen looked at Feng Yuan curiously and said,

"Aren’t they all official people?"

"Didn’t you notice the number of students here? Besides the ones from our school, there must be students from other schools too. You’re just not familiar enough to recognize them."

Rolling his eyes, Feng Yuan replied annoyedly. He had actually paid attention to the students from his year during the last off-campus practice. It was just that the initial attendees were all from his grade, which led to Qi Chen’s misunderstanding.

Politely declining another girl’s invitation again, Feng Yuan stretched,

"Finally, it’s over. I can finally go back and deal with the presents—"

Xiao Ji watched Feng Yuan, puzzled why he was focusing on itself. With a pat on Xiao Ji’s head, Feng Yuan said,

"Let’s go, unwrap the gifts, there’s something good—"

Crying out, Xiao Ji followed Feng Yuan out of the hall, and although it was late, the departing crowd made the roads around the hall lively.

On the way back to the dormitory, Qi Chen reminded Feng Yuan,

"Classes are back to normal tomorrow. Don’t forget."

"Classes already? Don’t they need so many people anymore?"

Feng Yuan asked, looking at Qi Chen in surprise, thinking they would at least have a leisurely week off.

Rolling his eyes, Qi Chen said speechlessly,

"Are you kidding? Even if we don’t mention other things, our schedule is already quite packed. If we take days off, we’d have to make it up over several weekends."

"Uhm... this..."

Thinking about weekend make-up classes, Feng Yuan shuddered. Was it a joke that they’d end up attending classes for several consecutive weeks?

His gaze drifting, Feng Yuan felt a bit guilty, and Dou Yanlan glanced at him and said,

"He might use the excuse of taking sick leave to get a weekend off."

"That... could be possible."

Looking at Feng Yuan, Qi Chen nodded in agreement. Feng Yuan had done this before; when they had to make up for twelve days straight due to missed classes, he found a reason to take sick leave, essentially getting himself a weekend off. If it wasn’t for his good grades, Qi Chen suspected the teachers would have already given him a talking-to.

However, considering Feng Yuan’s current abilities, if he decided to do this, Qi Chen realized the teachers probably wouldn’t refuse.

"I really was sick that time!"

"Sick, yet running around?"

Glancing at Feng Yuan, Qi Chen said speechlessly, knowing exactly what he did during that time. Xiao Ji curiously watched them discuss Feng Yuan before its arrival, all ears but they soon changed the topic. Disappointed, Xiao Ji cried out; without Agunas’s translation, Feng Yuan thought Xiao Ji was eager to see the gifts, so he bid farewell to Qi Chen and others, quickly leaving with Xiao Ji. Misunderstood, Xiao Ji protested about Agunas not translating.

Not paying attention, Agunas pretended not to hear Xiao Ji’s request for help. Though curious about Feng Yuan’s affairs, it wasn’t as naive as Xiao Ji to directly ask Feng Yuan, because he’d either joke or refuse. However, if in a good mood, he might say something.