[Who is this guy? He is actually quite handsome.]
[No idea, the insiders did not leak anything about him.]
[Leaving a ward here, this character model does not look like a random mob.]
[Susu taking half a day just to spit out the words iron block, who gets why I am laughing?]
[What kind of normal person runs around carrying a coffin? This reminds me of an old friend from a certain monster game.]
[To the commenter above, you are not alone.]
A massive wave of bullet comments instantly swept across Chen Guan's field of vision. He looked at An Changqing and Su Yuehe in front of him. Both of them looked completely normal, not at all affected by the black, size-2 standard font text floating in front of him.
Sys explained right on time: Boss, you are on TV. These are real-time live comments, and just like when I speak to you, only you can see them.
Chen Guan understood. This little system was quite administrative. However, he did not have the time to open the system panel right now. Beside him, An Changqing was sizing up the coffin on his back.
With his sharp eyes, he could tell that it was made of black iron, and it was quite old, at least a thousand years old. That meant it was incredibly heavy.
Could the coffin be his ability medium? Was he a special-type superpowered individual?
It really must be tough.
While guessing in his heart, An Changqing nodded, his attitude softening significantly: We happen to be heading back to the East District dormitories too. If you do not mind, we can go to the consultation desk together to ask, and then head over together so we can look out for each other.
It worked.
Chen Guan rejoiced internally, but his face showed a grateful expression: Really? Thank you so much! I really could not handle this all by myself...
He scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed: By the way, my name is Chen Guan. Chen as in old, Guan as in coffin.
He voluntarily stated his name. Although this name combined with the coffin was a bit scary, who told him to have this cursed name in this world?
But a name was not important anyway.
An Changqing.
Su Yuehe.
The two of them also briefly introduced themselves.
Student Chen Guan, this coffin of yours... what is inside? Su Yuehe finally could not hold back her curiosity and asked cautiously.
Chen Guan had prepared an excuse long ago. He patted the cold lid of the coffin, revealing a somewhat lonely expression: It is someone very important to me, but he had a little accident...
Tragedy, mystery... these were all elements that easily aroused the audience's curiosity.
[According to unofficial history, the person in the coffin is Chen Guan's first love. They once loved each other passionately, but were separated by life and death due to worldly conventions. What a pair of ill-fated lovers.]
[Take your ill-fated lovers and go eat a big bowl of dirt.]
[The unofficial history is so wild that only the history part is left.]
Sure enough, the live comments started discussing. Although the direction was a bit strange, having discussions meant having topics, which was a good start.
Hearing this, An Changqing and Su Yuehe's eyes changed slightly, and they did not ask any further. It was not good to poke at people's scars.
Su Yuehe felt a bit guilty. She should not have asked this question and made Student Chen Guan sad.
I really deserve to die.
An Changqing nodded and changed the subject: Let us go then, to the consultation desk first.
Okay, thank you. Chen Guan put the black iron coffin back on his back.
This time, his movements seemed a bit brisker.
The three of them walked together towards the Spirit Maple Pavilion.
A coffin carrier, and a handsome boy and a beautiful girl. This strange combination walking on the scenic Lingyun Path attracted surprised looks from the few students along the way.
Chen Guan called out to the system in his mind: Sys, how is it? Has the popularity value started moving?
After a brief delay, the system's cheerful electronic voice sounded: The host has successfully established initial contact with the main plot characters and revealed a mysterious background.
Popularity value has begun to accumulate, currently calculating in real-time... Initial fluctuations show that attention is rising.
Please maintain the current interaction, host.
Chen Guan's spirits lifted, and his fatigue seemed to lessen quite a bit.
Although it was only the beginning, he had finally taken the first step.
The three walked side by side, the heavy footsteps intertwining with the light taps on the bluestone slabs.
Chen Guan split his attention to watch the live comments floating by, while appropriately responding to An Changqing and Su Yuehe's casual chat, maintaining the image of a newly arrived, slightly introverted but polite freshman.
[The focus is skewed, does nobody think his lonely side profile when he patted the coffin was really striking? Give the modeler a raise!]
[This look, this name, this coffin... there are too many elements, I bet fifty cents there is a big plotline coming up!]
[To the person above, what is there to bet on? Just keep watching the show and you will know. Already added to my watch list, this new character is quite interesting.]
[Am I the only one feeling bad for Susu? She is about to drown in guilt hahaha.]
[Little An is still as gentle and kind as ever, being so patient even with weirdos.]
[Weirdo? I see a hidden bigshot! The forum has already leaked that it is a black iron coffin. Is that weight something an ordinary person can carry around?]
The direction of the live comments varied wildly, but the overall attention was indeed steadily rising.
Chen Guan felt a bit more settled. It seemed his initial strategy was effective.
Soon, they arrived at the Spirit Maple Pavilion.
This was an antique octagonal pavilion, currently temporarily converted into a freshman consultation point. Inside the pavilion were a few tables and chairs, occupied by several senior volunteer students.
Seeing the three people approaching, or rather, seeing the coffin on Chen Guan's back, the facial management of the volunteers crumbled for a split second.
Because of his outstanding looks and bizarre behavior, the reputation of the coffin-carrying weirdo had already spread on the campus forum, so the volunteers naturally knew of Chen Guan's existence.
A senior girl wearing glasses, who looked quite capable, was the first to react. She stood up to greet them, her eyes lingering on the coffin for a moment before politely turning to An Changqing, who was clearly the leader: Are you freshmen? Is there anything you need help with?
Yes, senior. An Changqing stepped forward and pointed at Chen Guan: This is Student Chen Guan. He just arrived and is not familiar with the school yet. He wants to ask about the dormitory arrangements, and also the storage issue for his... special item.
Out of politeness, An Changqing did not directly say it was a coffin.
The bespectacled senior nodded and gestured for them to sit down inside the pavilion to talk.
Chen Guan did not sit. Although he could not feel the weight of this coffin, if he really dared to sit, he would probably crush the chair directly and smash a hole in the ground while he was at it.
The senior saw his hesitation and reminded him: Student Chen Guan, you can first put down your... special item.
Chen Guan also wanted to put it down, but unfortunately, this coffin, or rather the main body inside the coffin, could not be more than a meter away from him.
He unfastened the straps and carefully prepared to put it down by his feet. An enthusiastic senior next to him wanted to help, but almost planted his face into the ground. Chen Guan hurriedly said: I will just do it myself.
Huo Qixing?
The senior girl looked at him strangely. Huo Qixing was the name of that enthusiastic senior who tried to help.
He was a Tier 3 Enhancement-type superpowered individual, so it was impossible that he could not lift that coffin.
That freshman was running all over the school carrying the coffin on his back.
Huo Qixing's face was full of embarrassment, but Chen Guan smoothed things over: Senior, my coffin is made of black iron, ordinary people cannot move it.
The coffin was placed gently on the ground, but the sharp-eyed senior student noticed that a new hole had already appeared in a corner of the floor.
Chen Guan's movements were indeed very light, but against the heavy black iron... the floor was simply too fragile.
Huo Qixing's face flushed bright red as she shot Chen Guan a look full of grievance. Sure enough, the dean was right; this year's freshmen were all monsters.