My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 328 - 247: The Girl Xueyou, Hearing the Zither in a Dream, Golden Spears Enter the Dream (6000 Characters, 2-in-1 Mega - )_3

Chapter 328: Chapter 247: The Girl Xueyou, Hearing the Zither in a Dream, Golden Spears Enter the Dream (6000 Characters, 2-in-1 Mega Chapter)_3

You should know, Teacher Si is a blind musician. Losing his sight rendered his hearing exquisitely sharp, and his sense of pitch perfect. You two definitely made unsophisticated snoring sounds that tainted the elegant and refined music. No wonder the teacher left the stage, he must have been truly angry.

It wouldn’t be surprising if he decides not to let you two "hanging bottles" attend the class anymore; better go back to the dorm and sleep...

Wu Peiliang’s mouth twitched, and he sighed heavily, shaking his head. However, his eyes remained intently fixed on Teacher Si, who was approaching the sleepy duo’s desk in the distance.

Seeing that Teacher Si was about to approach, Li Xueyou turned her head to glance at Zhao Rong and the other person, pursed her lips, and stealthily stretched her foot under the table, out of everyone’s sight.

Xiao Hongyu glanced downwards and saw her friend’s overflowing kindness but said nothing.

Li Xueyou, being closest to Fan Yushu, gave his shin a kick.

Fan Yushu shifted his feet, smacked his lips, and kept his eyes closed as if unaffected, but the next second, his strong survival instinct kicked in, and he suddenly opened his eyes, only to see the silent scene right then.

In an instant, Fan Yushu’s expression tightened, pretending as if nothing had happened, his face stern and eyebrows furrowed, staring intently at the zither, looking utterly serious.

Soon, out of the corner of his eye, Fan Yushu saw the expressionless Teacher Si passing by his desk, without any pause, and Yu Huaijin was with him, who only frowned and glanced at him.

Fan Yushu paid it no mind, and let out a slight sigh of relief. However, he suddenly froze, thinking, Is it not me he’s after?

Fan Yushu quickly turned his head.

Si Wuxie continued walking unfazed, ignoring the seriously-acting Fan Yushu. His expression was calm as he reached Zhao Rong’s desk and slowly stopped.

Si Wuxie’s eyes were still vacant, yet he slightly lowered his head, facing Zhao Rong as if he were looking at him. His expression showed neither joy nor anger, and he remained silent.

The atmosphere in the classroom became even quieter due to the blind man’s silence.

Yu Huaijin, who followed, closely observed Zhao Rong, who still hadn’t woken up, squinting slightly before suddenly speaking, "Teacher, Brother Zhao has never slept through class before. Perhaps he was just tired from last night..."

"I heard it," Si Wuxie finally spoke, interrupting Yu Huaijin’s explanation with words that seemed oddly disjointed.

He subtly turned his head, tilting his ear as if listening to something, but at that moment, the only sounds on the open ground were the whooshing wind and leaves, along with the gentle breathing of the students.

No one heard any other sounds.

Si Wuxie maintained his expressionless face, standing still for a moment, as if still listening to something.

Suddenly, he turned, walked up to Li Xueyou, took a velvet blanket from her, and returned to Zhao Rong’s side. He carefully covered Zhao Rong with the blanket, making sure it wouldn’t fall off.

After that, Si Wuxie lingered no longer and turned to walk back to the lectern, with Yu Huaijin following him.

Zhao Rong’s head was slightly bowed, one hand clenched against his forehead, still deeply asleep, but now... a bit warmer.

The entire place fell silent.

Many students prepared for a spectacle exchanged glances.

They then shook their heads and redirected their attention, continuing with the class.

Wu Peiliang widened his eyes, looked at Zhao Rong, who now seemed more comfortable covered with the blanket, and then turned to watch the retreating figure of Teacher Si.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and bowed his head, continuing to play his zither.

How could Teacher Si be considered gentle? He seemed to have no temper at all!

Soon, the morning zither class resumed, as if the earlier interruption had never occurred.

The sound of Teacher Si’s zither continued to resonate, answered by the harmonious strings of the students.

Yet, in the ears of some students with naturally keen ears, Teacher Si’s zither music seemed slightly different, at times soaring, at times deep, and if asked to specify how exactly it differed from before, it was hard to pinpoint.

At the front row of the field, Yu Huaijin listened to Si Wuxie’s zither music, her eyelids slightly lifting.

—

Zhao Rong had a dream.

A strange dream, initially all darkness, with a zither playing from somewhere unknown.

Suddenly, as the music continued, the darkness dispersed, revealing a scene of soldiers and iron horses.

It was an era of great conflict, with hundreds of dynasties standing across the land.

He viewed from above, armies spread vast like the sea.

Thump—thump thump——thump thump thump——!

The war drums beat slowly.

The sound of horse hooves erupted suddenly.

A massive war among hundreds of nations broke out like thunder on the ground.

Bodies covered the fields, blood flowed into rivers...

And the strange zither music, from its initial barely audible tunes to its later deep melodious flows, and finally to its passionate climax.

Zhao Rong’s eyes snapped open!

He abruptly straightened up from his slouched position.

The blanket slid off his shoulders, and Zhao Rong caught it with his hand.

His breathing was rapid; he composed himself, looking around, and realized he was still on the riverside field where he had fallen asleep, as memories of before sleep gradually flooded back like rising tide.

"Ziyu, are you alright?" Fan Yushu looked concernedly at Zhao Rong’s complexion.

Zhao Rong shook his head, suddenly reaching to touch his face, feeling it burning hot.

"Your face is much redder now. When I saw you this morning, you were as pale as a ghost," Fan Yushu casually observed but continued with his task, packing up the zither.

Zhao Rong took slow, steady breaths, feeling somewhat odd, still somewhat dazed, he casually asked, "What time is it now? How long have I slept?"

Fan Yushu glanced at him, "The Music Art class just ended not long ago, Teacher Si just left. Oh, right, Yu Huaijin said we’ll stay here, no need to bother moving; Teacher Zhu will come here for the next class soon."