The students of Senior Year Three, Class Six, seemed struck silent, gaping at the two newcomers.

In truth, many barely remembered the old Han Lie. Who would bother to recall a wallflower, someone with such a low profile in class?

But whether they remembered the original Han Lie or not, one thing was certain: there had never been anyone *this* devastatingly handsome in their class.

What did an 89-point rating for male attractiveness signify?

It was roughly equivalent to a 95-point rating for a girl.

Comparatively, Hu Jing and Chen Yanfei, their school's reigning campus belles, were merely beauties of that caliber.

The shock of such attractiveness might lessen with prolonged exposure, but upon first sight…

"Holy shit! You're Han Lie?!"

Zeng Wenyi, Han Lie's former deskmate who sat behind him, shot up from his seat, breaking the stunned silence and starting a wave of exclamations.

The room erupted. Some exclaimed loudly, others whispered amongst themselves; it was pandemonium.

"Damn, that's insane…"

"Did he really get plastic surgery? No way, right?"

"Is Han Lie really this tall?"

"I don't know, don't ask me! I'm more confused than you are…"

Compared to the boys' mixed reactions, the girls were far more unified. Their thoughts centered on one theme—

"Wow, so handsome!"

Who wasn't a sucker for good looks in their youth?

And when Han Lie smiled and greeted them, this tendency for perceptions to be swayed by appearances—for judgment to follow beauty—became even more pronounced.

"It's been a while, everyone. Happy New Year! Sorry I'm late," he said.

His magnetic voice, unhurried and steady, combined with an excellent command of delivery, gave his words a natural resonance and depth. Added to this was the aura he had cultivated from always being the center of attention…

He was the epitome of a heartthrob.

Normally, the girls would have forgiven Han Lie instantly.

However, when they got a clear look at Pan Ge, who was arm-in-arm with Han Lie, their expressions shifted once more.

Han Lie proactively made the introduction, "Sorry, everyone. My girlfriend came from Magic Capital to see me. She's staying at the Sheraton, so she tagged along to join the fun. I hope you don't mind."

Instantly, four or five people chimed in, "Not at all, not at all!"

No, actually, the girls *did* mind.

However, most of the boys had already capitulated, utterly dazzled by Pan Ge.

For people their age, Pan Ge's attire, makeup, beauty, and aura were a complete "dimensionality reduction strike"—she outclassed them on every level.

Among the girls in Senior Year Three, Class Six, there were quite a few from wealthy families—"rich second-generation" kids. But the gulf between them and Pan Ge was like the chasm separating Dream City from Magic Capital; they were simply incomparable.

This was especially true given that they were all in casual, everyday wear, while Pan Ge was dressed to the nines. The contrast was a slaughter.

After gaping for a moment, Niu Ben and his cronies suddenly swiveled their heads to stare at Wen Yu. So this is the "hideously ugly rich girl" you were talking about?!

In reality, no one knew that Wen Yu was the most stunned of them all.

He had already overestimated Han Lie as much as possible, but who could have predicted that Han Lie's girlfriend would be this breathtakingly stunning?!

Meanwhile, Pan Ge wasn't just standing idly by.

She was an expert at playing the part of a sweet, demure young lady.

"Hello, everyone!"

Miss Pan raised her left hand in a small wave, her smile as radiant as a flower. She struck a perfect balance of politeness and propriety, all while naturally exuding an air of pure, noble grace.

"I've come uninvited, so I apologize for any inconvenience. I hope I'm not spoiling your fun."

"Not at all, not at all…"

This time, even more people responded in unison, at least seven or eight voices echoing the sentiment.

Then, Niu Ben, quite out of character, suddenly stood up and proactively greeted Han Lie, "Come, come, Brother Lie, sit over here! We were waiting for you. Sit down, let's talk!"

Instantly, his lackeys shot him sidelong glances, feeling their boss had changed allegiances far too quickly.

Pang Bo asked, puzzled, "Boss?"

"Quiet!" Niu Ben practically hissed through clenched teeth, his voice a stern, terse whisper. "All of you, be sharp later!"

Niu Ben had always been a tyrant in school.

In Dream City's middle and high schools, as long as things didn't get too out of hand, parents generally didn't interfere in their children's squabbles and scuffles, or at least, they wouldn't get personally involved.

Thus, relying on his fighting prowess, Niu Ben never gave any face to the "rich second-generation" kids like Pan Shaohang's group, his only reservation being Tian Ye's son.

However, his past six months working in nightclubs had taught him a healthy respect for money and had sharpened his eye for such things.

When he saw the rare-colored crocodile Birkin bag looped over Pan Ge's left arm, his scalp tingled.

Good heavens!

Was she carrying the price of an entire Dream City apartment on her arm?

Moreover, when Pan Ge raised her hand to wave, the fully diamond-encrusted Royal Oak watch on her wrist glinted into view… Well, there goes another apartment!

Dream City wasn't short of daughters from wealthy families, but to put it bluntly, even if they offered more money, they couldn't get their hands on the kind of bag Pan Ge was carrying.

It was common knowledge that popular Hermès bags required one to be on a waiting list or meet certain purchase quotas.

However, few probably knew that Hermès' truly rare pieces weren't even offered for public sale. Willing to buy several times the bag's value in other goods? Sorry, that wasn't enough.

For these items, long before production even began, as soon as the rare leathers were sourced and treated, a fierce scramble would ensue among elite clientele.

By the time the bag was finally crafted, a process that could take one to two years, if you hadn't tacitly demonstrated your worth by spending several million more with the brand during that period, you would be quietly removed from consideration.

They wouldn't offer any explanation or even a prior hint; after all, there was no shortage of perceptive and "understanding" clients.

Therefore, what appeared to be merely a Birkin bag worth one or two million actually represented a level of spending power and social standing far exceeding its price tag.