My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 327 - 247: Xueyou, Listening to the Lute in Her Dream, Golden Spears Invade the Dream (6000 words, 2 combined into 1 big - )_2

Chapter 327: Chapter 247: Xueyou, Listening to the Lute in Her Dream, Golden Spears Invade the Dream (6000 words, 2 combined into 1 big Chapter)_2

Zhao Rong let out a muted smile and withdrew his gaze as well.

On ordinary days, he rarely heard Li Xueyou speak, and the two of them had little to do with each other. In Zhao Rong’s impression, the girl was quiet and docile, often seen following behind Xiao Hongyu who was loud and boisterous with her laughter, not drawing much attention, like an invisible presence.

But after all, she was one of only three female students in Shuaixing Hall... okay, one of only three, as Zhao Rong never really considered Yu Huaijin to be one of the girls.

Being one of the rare female students, with a fair and elegant appearance, she could be considered the belle of Shuaixing Hall. Hearing from Fan Yushu that her scores in the Seven Arts ranked near the top, and the distinct kind reassurance she received from fellow students at the door just now, Zhao Rong could guess without even thinking that this girl must be quite popular among the male students in Shuaixing Hall, with many keeping a secret eye on her.

For some reason, he shook his head.

Another gust of Jiang Feng blew in.

Zhao Rong tightened his autumn clothes.

He frowned slightly, knowing without looking that his face must be pale at the moment. Temporarily deprived of the little red snake circulating in his meridians to maintain his physique, his body was tough but only slightly stronger than an average person. Additionally, he was still contending with the backlash of the Innate Primordial Qi from last night, leaving him quite weak.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes, and with great effort opened his eyelids to look at Teacher Si, playing the guqin peacefully amidst the red maple and Jiang Feng. The melodious sound of the guqin, carried by the rustling east wind, entered his ears as he slowly closed his eyes to listen to the music in his dreams.

The last shred of consciousness Zhao Rong had in this class was...

Teacher Si’s class really was a good place for a morning nap, but... the wind was just a bit too strong.

——

Li Xueyou opened her eyes wide, staring at the guqin lying flat on her lap, her little face tense, and her eyes filled with concentration.

After responding to the music from Teacher Si once more, she stealthily glanced to the right, widening her eyes to discover that the person who had been staring at her... seemed to have fallen asleep too.

Li Xueyou first looked at Teacher Si in front of her, who was focused on playing the guqin and teaching the class, then she turned her head to look again.

Zhao Rong had his eyes closed, head tilted, one hand propping up his head, the other lightly touching the guqin strings. Amidst the autumn breeze, his face looked frosted with its sheer paleness, his breathing slightly rapid, his body swaying from time to time with an amplitude even larger than that of Fan Yushu who was sitting upright. It seemed as if he could fall down at any moment.

Li Xueyou’s delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. She reached out to grab her fluttering ponytail, combed it neatly over her left shoulder to settle it down, and then she scrutinized Fan Yushu and Zhao Rong who were both amidst the Jiang Feng, biting her lip in silence.

Shortly after, Li Xueyou released her lower lip from her silver teeth, bowed her head, fiddled inside her sleeve, and pulled out an exquisitely crafted pouch, opening it.

Inside the tiny pouch, there were quite a few trinkets, but it was hard to see what they were exactly; probably only Li Xueyou, who was looking down, squinting, and gently prodding inside with her slender little finger, knew.

She searched for a while and pinched out two small pieces of cloth.

As soon as the two small cloth pieces left the mouth of the pouch, they expanded abruptly, turning into two velvet blankets, neatly folded.

Li Xueyou lowered her head and carefully put away the pouch.

She had no Spiritual Energy Cultivation and was not even at the Ascending Realm, this rare Sumeru Object that even ordinary people could use was found by a dearly beloved relative after a long search and gifted to her.

Just then, Li Xueyou felt someone tugging at the hem of her garment.

"Xueyou."

From behind, the hushed voice of Xiao Hongyu came through.

Li Xueyou was startled, turned her head to look, and saw not only Xiao Hongyu in the neighboring seat signaling to her with her eyes but also... the attention of the entire venue.

It seemed that the sound of the guqin had stopped at some point, which Li Xueyou hadn’t noticed as she was getting something.

However, at this moment, Teacher Si, who had been teaching in the front, was actually walking towards her. But, the direction he was looking, and the gazes from the rest of the venue that passed over her shoulder, seemed to all converge on... Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu.

Xiao Hongyu patted Li Xueyou’s hand, reassuring her with a look that said she’d be fine since she didn’t do anything, and then with a hooked corner of her mouth, her gaze shifted behind Li Xueyou.

Zhao Rong was dozing off, supporting his head, while Fan Yushu still "listened" with his eyes closed, lost in the imagined sound of the guqin.

At that moment, on the riverbank clearing, there was only the sound of winds and rustling leaves, and beyond that, silence.

Si Wuxie walked lightly, slowly approaching them.

Yu Huaijin had left her seat when Si Wuxie suddenly stood up and came down, and now she stood following behind him, her lips pursed, occasionally glancing ahead at the thin figure of the man blind to his surroundings, then back at Zhao Rong, who was also dozing off along with another person.

All eyes were fixed on Zhao Rong.

The students were very surprised when Si Wuxie stood up and came to the front during class, as it was rare for this teacher to leave the platform to manage the classroom.

And this time...

Their gazes lingered on Zhao Rong and Fan Yushu, each one different, but most held the look of onlookers eager for excitement.

Wu Peiliang snorted softly, looking at the faraway Zhao Rong, still oblivious in his dreams, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Teacher Si was known to have a good temper, a recognition throughout the Mochi Academy, but according to his own experience, the nicer the temperament a person had, the more serious it became once they actually got angry.

And this Zhao Ziyu, along with Fan Yushu, who were dragging the class down by coming in last, heh, it was one thing to doze off during Teacher Si’s lesson, but to actually be caught by the teacher? Hmm, perhaps it was because the sleeping had led to some indiscreet noises.