My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 268 - 217: Yu Xuanji, styled Huaijin

Chapter 268: Chapter 217: Yu Xuanji, styled Huaijin

Yu Huaijin’s words attracted the attention of many in the crowd.

Students from both inside and outside the Inner Sect of Shuaixing Hall cast their curious glances at the "special admit" student who they had heard of but had never actually met.

They heard that, like Fan Yushu, he had also been admitted to the Academy through connections with a Teacher.

The students from the Cultivation Hall, yet to leave, were unaware of Zhao Rong’s specifics. Witnessing Yu Huaijin engaging in an unusual conversation with a strange man, they were very curious about who Zhao Rong was. Some even had interesting guesses in their minds, and with odd expressions, they glanced over at Han Wenfu.

Han Wenfu, having been rejected, did not leave immediately. Now noticing the interaction between Yu Huaijin and Zhao Rong, he stood still, furrowing his brows, holding the intricately crafted autumn leaf that failed to sparkle in his tight grip.

Observing the scene and Han Wenfu’s expression, Zhao Rong took it all in. Then, he looked at Yu Huaijin’s face, nodded, and said with a smile, "I am Zhao Rong, styled Ziyu. Unless there is someone with the same name, I believe you must be referring to me."

Yu Huaijin, with a calm demeanor, watched Zhao Rong’s eyes and nodded in acknowledgment. "Yu Xuanji, styled Huaijin. In the Academy, we address each other by our courtesy names. You may simply call me Yu Huaijin."

Jia Tengying hastily bowed with his hands clasped.

Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow and quickly returned the courtesy along with the hurrying Jia Tengying.

Zhao Rong looked up, patted his sleeves, and said casually, "It seems to be quite a coincidence, Brother Yu, I had not expected you to be a senior from the Shuaixing Hall. Thank you for showing me the way just now."

If Zhao Rong had not met Yu Huaijin before, he definitely would not have initiated conversation, given that he had resolved to avoid even Master Zhu, let alone engage with other trouble-prone women.

However, now it seemed that this senior from the Academy before him appeared quite safe, unlikely to cause trouble, and he could rest easy being classmates with her.

Hearing Zhao Rong’s words, Yu Huaijin shook her head slightly. Without responding, she cast a glance at his thick autumn clothes, meticulously stitched with countless days and nights of effort by Qing Jun.

She looked up and said, "Zhao Ziyu, within the Shuaixing Hall, one must wear the student uniform. Since you have just arrived today, an exception is permissible, but from tomorrow onward, you must not wear ordinary clothes."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched.

He glanced around and noticed indeed many students were wearing student uniforms, but there were also quite a few who were not.

Zhao Rong arched an eyebrow, tilting his head to the sides as he looked around, "Is this an Academy rule? How come I see many others in ordinary clothes as well?"

Yu Huaijin, with a stern face, fixated on his eyes and replied earnestly,

"The Academy does not have an explicit rule. The Sacrificial Officer allows for casual attire; however, the Dean disagrees, stating that students should wear uniform attire to clarify their identities and refrain from exceptional actions. I believe the Dean is correct. I do not concern myself with the other Halls, but as for our Shuaixing Hall students, we should unify our dress to maintain proper academic atmosphere."

She paused, then nodded, adding, "Nevertheless, if you find the weather chilly, you may wear additional layers underneath, but on the outside, you must wear the Academy’s blue-collar uniform. The two do not conflict."

Jia Tengying nodded repeatedly like a pecking chicken.

Zhao Rong squinted, remaining silent.

After Yu Huaijin had spoken, she glanced at Zhao Rong, then turned her head away, no longer looking at him, but rather addressing Jia Tengying who had guided Zhao Rong there, her tone serious, "Thank you for your efforts, Jia Tengying."

"Not at all, Senior Yu, Brother Ziyu and I are in the same dormitory; it’s my duty," replied Jia Tengying, shaking his head and hands like a spinning rattle-drum, while Zhao Rong, at his side, caught this scene from the corner of his eye, his mouth curving into a slight smile.

The surrounding Cultivation Academy students roughly grasped the situation, saw that there was no other matter, and along with a relieved and relaxed Han Wenfu, they turned and left.

The crowd at the entrance of Shuaixing Hall gradually dispersed. Today’s incident involved two prominent figures among the new students of Mochi Academy and would likely soon spread throughout the Six Halls, becoming a popular topic of conversation during leisure moments.

Particularly about that distinguished Han senior from the Cultivation Hall, with his unique taste and amorous persistence, who was rebuffed once again by Huaijin of the Shuaixing Hall and seemed determined to keep trying...

Yu Huaijin didn’t concern herself with any possible repercussions of her actions; it wasn’t that she didn’t know, but rather that she didn’t care.

As usual, before entering the school, Yu Huaijin stood outside for a moment, her posture ramrod straight, hands properly placed, her demeanor strictly adhering to Confucian etiquette.

Though she was small and slender, making the large student uniform on her seem almost comical, like a sleeping robe, she stood silently in front of the door, and none of the Shuaixing Hall students behind her, including Jia Tengying, dared to pass by her and enter the hall directly; instead, they patiently waited for Senior Yu to ensure the appearance and tidiness of the Shuaixing Hall entrance.

Zhao Rong watched this scene in silence.

Yu Huaijin looked to her left and right at the Shuaixing Hall’s facade, then turned her head to glance at the young bamboo planted not too far away, before she turned to step into the Shuaixing Hall.

Zhao Rong and Jia Tengying, noticing this, prepared to follow her inside.

Just then,

Yu Huaijin suddenly turned her head, her gaze moving past Zhao Rong and Jia Tengying, locking instantly onto the secretive figure lurking at the corner between the lakeside corridor and Shuaixing Hall.