My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 378 - 276: The Attacking Girl_2

Chapter 378: Chapter 276: The Attacking Girl_2

"This little flame is burning too quickly!"

Jingzi remembered the time before she and her teacher were here, when they were still outside, away from this small place.

Because the teacher was renowned, those upright men, modest Confucian Scholars, Famous Great Scholars, and even powerful Cultivators from within the Confucian order would seek him out, and sometimes she would not see them for half a year. The teacher was too busy, leaving all the hosting and arranging of meetings to Jingzi. Among those refined and courteous men, even those who had known the teacher for a long time, aside from those former classmates with whom he had a good relationship during their school days, the rest maintained nothing more than a superficial friendship.

The teacher had a strong compulsion for cleanliness; he wouldn’t even share his teaware, so why would he... touch a man’s head!?

Previously, Jingzi thought this was utterly preposterous; the teacher rarely even touched her head, unless... during those ’whispers’ in the night, she cuddled too forcefully.

So why did the teacher want to touch his head?

Jingzi’s face grew redder the more she thought about it.

"Could it be... this is the ’firewood blazing fiercely’ written about in the books?"

In her mind flashed a still night she had spent hiding in the bedcovers, sneaking peeks at a comic book illuminated by the dim light of a glow-worm, which mentioned those phrases and the accompanying images that made her cheeks flush...

Jingzi felt these so-called ’Growth Secret Recipes’ in the books were useless, but the accompanying short stories were quite intriguing, albeit a bit short.

However, none of this mattered at the moment. Jingzi felt an even more pressing issue awaited her confrontation.

In the floral path of Yilan Pavilion, the blue-clothed little girl suddenly stopped, clenched the tea canister tightly in her embrace regretting only that her thin Attendant Student attire lacked any soft cushioning, which made her wince in pain. Yet, she had no time to care about this now; the mood to declare war was far more crucial.

Under the quiet morning sunlight, the little girl slowly turned around, her eyebrows furrowed deeply, her mouth puckered, as she stared in the direction of the Lan Xuan Study and nodded firmly. Her oversized Attendant Student hat slipped forward, sliding over her forehead, eyebrows, eyes, and was caught by her sharp nose.

Half of her face covered...

"Ouch!"

Jingzi irritably readjusted her hat, still glaring in the direction of the Lan Xuan Study, regathering her spirit, with a tiny flame of battle flickering in her eyes.

There, in her once domain, a certain Zhao-named student, whom she had brought into her territory, was eyeing her role with his harmless appearance, student disguise, and peculiar calligraphy to his advantage, exploiting the teacher’s joy in meeting a kindred spirit, the affection of recognizing someone through their words, and his naive, unsophisticated demeanor towards her, the eldest sister of all the orchids in Yilan Pavilion, a Lan Flower Fairy with only a hundred years of Cultivation but looked upon favorably by a certain Great Demon of the Seventh Realm, noted for her potential to be a Great Saint of the Demon Race, eyeing her fiercely and possibly even stealthily extending his evil claws, while the teacher remained blissfully unaware, like a tender lamb in front of a wolf in sheep’s clothing, smiling away...

Jingzi’s expression was more serious than ever before.

Under this undeniable obligation, she suddenly felt like she had grown up; never before had the taste of growth felt so profound to Jingzi.

Actually... If it were merely another competing for her delectable teacher, competing for food in the cafeteria, Jingzi wouldn’t have reacted so strongly; after all, they could just vie for favor with all their might later on.

Moreover, they probably wouldn’t even need to queue for food in the cafeteria. With the teacher’s resources, even if it meant providing food and lodging for another beneficiary like Zhao Ziyu, they would have more than enough.

But a teacher is a teacher, a student is a student. In the rigorous Confucian Academy, even a hint of such an association is an outrage, let alone a successful union; any generation gap makes everything else moot.

The teacher had already given up so much. If this were to happen and the Academy or the Confucian Temple found out, then his position as a top Confucian scholar...

Moreover, within this Academy, Jingzi felt certain that this block would never be overcome.

At this moment, she took a deep breath and looked towards the Lan Xuan Study with even more resolute eyes.

The blue-clothed little girl’s gaze intensified, and her small body suddenly moved. She took big strides forward... the next second, she twisted her body, made a turn on the spot, turning her back to Lan Xuan Study, and ran in the opposite direction.

There lay the gateway of Yilan Pavilion.

...

Zhao Rong in this life, besides being beaten by his mother and Teacher Fang, was first made to eat the paddle by Zhu Yourong.

In the past, among the women he had encountered, the only ones who manifested such a sudden change in demeanor were Xiaoxiao and Qing Jun.

One had transformed into the haughty Su Huxian, and the other into the reserved Zhao Fairy.

Both were trying to use their presence to dominate either their lovers or husbands into obedience, but none went as far as to take up the paddle and strike directly like what had just occurred.

At that moment, inside Lan Xuan’s study.

Zhao Rong watched as the door clanged shut and swallowed back his, "Let me explain."

Listening to the hurried footsteps fading outside the door, he nodded, turned around with an expressionless face, and stared at Zhu Yourong.

The latter straightened her Confucian robe and was biting her lip while looking toward the door. Facing Zhao Rong’s calm gaze, her willowy eyes blinked gently, her expression somewhat innocent.

So... you don’t care at all, do you?

Zhao Rong pursed his lips, speechless.

Afterwards, the room grew quiet, their gazes interlocked, and for a while, no one spoke.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Rong raised his hand and rubbed his slightly red forehead with his palm, stared expressionlessly at ’Teacher Zhu’ before him, as if confirming something, then nodded slowly.

Zhu Yourong blinked again, her right hand still holding the paddle by her side, she quietly slid it behind her, hands behind her back at her waist.

Then, seemingly uncomfortable under Zhao Rong’s calm stare, Zhu Yourong freed a hand, raised it slightly forward, as if attempting another head-pat.

Yet, in her view, this might have only been the gentle and elegant Teacher Zhu’s considerate care for the student Zhao Ziyu.

Zhao Rong dodged the hand that made him itch with irritation, fixed his eyes on Zhu Yourong, and then bypassed her. He went to the side of the desk, rolled up his sleeves unconcernedly, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and stared down at the desk with a frown.

Seeing this, Zhu Yourong reluctantly withdrew her caring hand.

"Hey, are we still learning these characters, Teacher Zhu?"

Zhao Rong’s voice came from beside the desk, Zhu Yourong turned her head to look his way. He was still rolling up his sleeves and holding the brush while staring intently at the objects on the desk. His brush twirled back and forth in the pitch-black ink of the inkstone, his movements were smooth without even looking.

Zhu Yourong’s eyes flickered.

Is Ziyu... angry?

"Oh, oh." She nodded meekly like a pecking hen, then with an upturned lip sweetly said,

"Yes, of course, I’ll learn. Just now, it was to relax Ziyu a bit. You haven’t taught me how to write those characters yet."

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Zhu Yourong quickly trotted over to the desk.

Zhao Rong’s eyelids twitched as he held back from looking up at her, fearful of ’again’ inadvertently seeing something Teacher Zhu deemed an eyesore, yet he was not allowed to see, like bait in fishing law enforcement.

Besides... relaxing me involves slapping this master’s forehead for fun, right?

Fine, noted.