My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 266 - 216: Are You Yu Huaijin?

Chapter 266: Chapter 216: Are You Yu Huaijin?

Linlu Academy, beside the Mochi Pond.

A gentle breeze entered the winding corridor in the afternoon.

In a segment of the corridor, a large group of students had gathered.

At that moment, there was a brief silence in the atmosphere.

It was because one of the handsome students had taken out an unusual maple leaf.

The colors of the leaf kept changing, from green to red, the red being as stunning as blood, and then from red back to green, the green lush and dripping.

Zhao Rong watched with interest as senior student Han held the maple leaf, which displayed strange phenomena and neat rows of tiny, densely packed characters.

Entry-level poetry was something he was familiar with.

This was a poem of the ’fallen flowers, selfless state.’

Zhao Rong blinked, and like many others around, he focused on senior student Han, who wore a gentle smile with a serious expression.

A marvelous poem of the ’fallen flowers, selfless state’ that could be used repeatedly, and simply because that Yu Huaijin had mentioned an insignificant partial poem to you, you gifted her the entry-level poem as a token of gratitude?

Good fellow.

Zhao Rong folded his hands, nodded his head, those who understood, understood; those who didn’t, wouldn’t understand even if explained...

At this moment, one of the students coughed lightly and cheerfully spoke, "Senior student Han and senior student Yu truly are like high mountains and flowing water meeting a confidant."

"Yes, they’re both Reading Seeds we could have anticipated at the Academy, and being classmates, in my view, it’s clearly... a match of handsome boy and beautiful girl, born to be together."

"Exactly."

The crowd echoed, but most didn’t show much envy, and a few students exchanged glances, then looked away.

Senior student Han quickly shook his head, "Brothers, please, don’t jest like that, and don’t talk nonsense. If Teacher hears it, that wouldn’t be good."

His expression was slightly stern, his eyebrows sharp, he looked around at the other students, then turned his head to gaze at the vast lake outside the corridor, and said with emotion, "We are young students at the prime of our life; we should be studying diligently, focusing earnestly on our learning. Huaijin does just that. In the company of three, one can find a teacher among them; we should learn more from her."

Students around senior student Han looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

Then, chatting and laughing, they headed towards Shuaixing Hall to join in the fun of delivering the maple leaf to Yu Huaijin, whom Zhao Rong had not yet met in person.

Behind them.

Zhao Rong was listening with great interest when he saw that senior student Han and the other students were gradually walking away; he stepped forward to follow, but suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jia Teng Ying still dumbly standing in place, looking down at either his fingers or the scroll in his hand.

Zhao Rong tugged at Jia Teng Ying, then hastened forward.

"Let’s go, brother Teng Ying, weren’t you just worried about being late?"

Jia Teng Ying pursed his lips, coming back to his senses, "Oh, right, let’s go, go."

After speaking, he looked up at senior student Han in the distance, casually holding the changing green and red maple leaf, his demeanor confident, talking and laughing with ease.

Jia Teng Ying looked at the ground and hurried to catch up.

Zhao Rong, who was waiting ahead and slowed down for him, noticed Teng Ying’s reaction and slightly raised his eyebrows. His mind conjured up a whirlwind of melodramatic scenes about the loves and hates among the rich and pretty, and the handsome and wealthy commoners.

He nodded slightly, already forming an impression about senior student Yu, reflexively added her to the ’do not stare or seek personal gain with’ blacklist, just like that lovestruck Mister Zhu. He made up his mind not to provoke them at any cost...

After a while, passing a few more schools, Zhao Rong and Jia Teng Ying arrived in front of an ancient hall planted with bamboo.

"Brother Ziyu, it’s right here."

Jia Teng Ying raised his head and looked at the group of people at the entrance of the hall, speaking somberly.

Zhao Rong nodded, and the two walked down the corridor together.

At that moment, senior student Han, who had arrived earlier, was gathering with a group at the entrance of Shuaixing Hall.

Senior student Han stopped a student who was about to enter Shuaixing Hall and smiled, "Fellow classmate, sorry to bother you, could you please call Yu Huaijin for me? I need to speak with her."

The student from Shuaixing Hall nodded as if it were nothing unusual, "Just a moment."

After that, he went inside the hall, and a moment later, came back out, shaking his head.

"Senior student Yu hasn’t arrived yet, but we have a class this afternoon; judging by the time, she should be here soon."

Senior student Han thanked him with a smile, then turned and, along with his companions, eagerly awaited her arrival.

Soon after, students from inside Shuaixing Hall heard that a senior from the Cultivation Hall named Han Wenfu was looking for senior student Yu again. Curious, many ran out either to check out the spectacle or to greet some familiar students from the Cultivation Hall.

After Zhao Rong and Jia Teng Ying walked down the corridor and rounded a corner towards the entrance of Shuaixing Hall, it was clear that the attention of Han Wenfu and others was not on them approaching. They naturally looked past the two, focusing on the corner between the corridor and Shuaixing Hall.

Seeing this, Zhao Rong also felt inclined to watch the scene at the entrance before going in, but noticing that Jia Teng Ying kept walking straight inside, he coughed lightly and followed Jia Teng Ying, preparing to enter Shuaixing Hall without lingering.

Meanwhile, Zhao Rong thought for a moment and still decided to strike up a conversation while walking, "Brother Teng Ying, whose lesson is it this afternoon?"

Jia Teng Ying, upon hearing this, snapped back to reality and slightly opened his mouth to respond, but immediately fell silent again as several sounds suddenly erupted from the crowd around them.

"Senior student Yu has arrived."

"It’s Yu Huaijin."

"The senior came a bit late today..."

When Han Wenfu saw the slender silhouette at the corner, which constantly appeared in his mind day and night, he smiled, revealing a sunny expression, and quickly approached to meet her.

Upon hearing the noise, Jia Teng Ying subconsciously turned his head to look at the woman he both respected and admired.