My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 326 - 247: Xueyou, Listening to the Lute in Her Dream, Golden Spears Invade the Dream (6000 words combined into one big - )

Chapter 326: Chapter 247: Xueyou, Listening to the Lute in Her Dream, Golden Spears Invade the Dream (6000 words combined into one big Chapter)

The students of Shuaixing Hall attended classes in this open space, with a splendid Red Maple Forest behind them and the mist-shrouded, boundless Li River ahead.

Zhao Rong sat at a desk at the back right corner of the clearing. He chose this spot simply because it felt familiar.

Based on his numerous past experiences in classroom seat selection, this spot, right next to the forest, served as a natural barrier. No one would come by, such as Teacher Si, who might impulsively decide to inspect the class.

On the desk in front of him to the left sat a tall male student, and immediately to his left was Fan Yushu, enclosing him between them like a "copper wall and iron barrier," effectively shielding Zhao Rong from Teacher Si’s line of sight at the front.

This was very safe, both psychologically and physically.

However, Zhao Rong had not nodded in contemplation for long when he suddenly realized a problem.

Teacher Si was blind, and besides, he was only human. Setting aside whether he might stroll around during the class—after all, sitting for long periods could cause back pain and leg discomfort, necessitating a little walk—would he, even if walking around to stretch his legs, be able to see what Zhao Rong was up to?

Zhao Rong rubbed his face. So, was it safe to sit anywhere in Teacher Si’s zither class?

Ah, this damned familiarity.

However, after looking around, he felt that this survivalist, class-skipping spot was not poorly chosen after all, because there was also Yu Huaijin, who liked to meddle in everything. Although she seemed to be meditatively listening with her eyes closed, the ruler was still within arm’s reach, not more than a foot away.

Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched.

It was a bit strange to have encountered such an excellent senior student.

Yu Huaijin was not only the foremost in the Seven Arts among the students of Shuaixing Hall but also the teaching assistant for several Art Studies classes, capable of assisting in teaching. Sometimes, when the teachers were busy, she would substitute, and not just at Shuaixing Hall...

Teacher Si’s class, as usual, began with silent meditation on the waves, then moved on to playing the zither inspired by the meditation, the music resonating harmoniously.

But if the initial "silent meditation on the waves" seemed easy to Zhao Rong, just perking his ears up, adopting an expression of relief after changing clothes, and pretending to be enraptured by the profound beauty of the universe would suffice.

However, the subsequent inspired zither playing and harmonious resonance... at this moment, Zhao Rong found it utterly ridiculous.

His hand hesitated, lifting off and then returning to the zither, uncertain.

Zhao Rong glanced around the scene, seeing Teacher Si at the forefront, facing the students, his fingers more slender and pale than a woman’s, lightly dancing over what seemed to be a once-broken ancient zither.

He would occasionally play a brief segment of music with high and low notes, calm and spaced, then suddenly stop, lift his head, and gaze at the students, silent.

After a quiet moment, someone would suddenly continue the melody, seemingly inspired, the music resonating harmoniously.

This scene strongly evoked the sentiment of having a confidant who understands the music of high mountains and flowing rivers.

However, Zhao Rong, being part of it, just found it very absurd. He looked at Yu Huaijin in the front row, who almost always was the first to pick up on Teacher Si’s musical cues, exceedingly excellent and proactive.

Zhao Rong blinked, looking down at the ancient zither on his lap, then looked up again at his classmates around him with serious expressions.

Are we all really in the same class?

What exactly did you all perceive, Teacher, you’re just not talking throughout the class... It feels completely like I’m an outsider, right?

He shook his head, and in the end, still lowered his hand, indecisive and without striking the strings, because Zhao Rong feared that if he started playing, he might become the focus of everyone’s attention just like Yu Huaijin, although for the opposite reason.

The riverside wind was quite strong, especially now in the morning, carrying the chill of autumn. The Jiang wind felt like a knife cutting against his face.

Zhao Rong covered his mouth and coughed lightly, but he tried to keep the sound down with his hand, not to disturb his classmates immersed in Teacher Si’s music. Hmm, and also Fan Yushu, who was pretending to be asleep before and had asked Zhao Rong to keep watch for him.

Zhao Rong turned his head and glanced down, looking at his friend who was deeply engrossed in listening—no, sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the student sitting to the left of Fan Yushu, a daintily built student dressed in green, also slightly turning her head his way.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look, his eyebrows raising.

It was the female student named Li Xueyou who had arrived late with Xiao Hongyu.

Her loosely tied high ponytail and white hairband fluttered in the Jiang wind as her lips slightly parted and she looked this way, her gaze landing on Fan Yushu, who surely must be sleeping, her delicate eyes blinking curiously.

Zhao Rong could hardly suppress a chuckle. Yushu’s posture, sitting upright with his eyes closed, did indeed make it hard to tell if he was attending the class or skiving, and if not for his body swaying slightly in the breeze, Zhao Rong might have been fooled as well.

You really are something, Yushu.

Just then, as if sensing Zhao Rong’s gaze, Li Xueyou quickly turned her head like a lark, but the next second, after seeing the smile curling Zhao Rong’s lips, she transformed into a little rabbit, her head snapping back as she leaned forward and began to play the zither, her expression serious and focused, facing Zhao Rong’s profile.

Nothing happened, you... didn’t see anything.