Lin Qingxue's looks were never lacking; she could even rank internationally. Her smile could conquer even someone like Hao Jian, who's seen countless women, let alone the young, hot-blooded men on the pedestrian street.
But when they touched their wallets, they could only chuckle bitterly. To handle a Goddess of this level, one needed both financial power and looks.
Still, quite a few guys, relying on their handsome faces, came up to strike a conversation with Lin Qingxue, but she coldly rejected all of them.
To her, none of these guys could compare to Hao Jian, whether in terms of appearance or charm; they weren't as attractive as he was.
Hao Jian was not just good in a fight, he also outclassed these so-called geniuses in terms of knowledge and taste. Even she, ranked in the top ten of the entire college, felt like an elementary student in front of Hao Jian, not to mention these others.
Perhaps they couldn't even muster a sliver of confidence in front of Hao Jian!
