My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 398 - 286 Who Cares What Kind of Seed You Are_2

Chapter 398: Chapter 286 Who Cares What Kind of Seed You Are_2

After the voice fell, the atmosphere in Shuaixing Hall suddenly quieted down.

Sima Duyi was about to speak when he swallowed his words back, the corners of his mouth slowly flattening, the smile disappearing without a trace as he looked up.

Before the disciples of Shuaixing Hall had time to hide their disappointment, they were all taken aback, not daring to believe what they were seeing as they turned towards the lectern.

Li Xueyou’s almond eyes widened, suspecting she had heard wrong, as she suddenly turned back to look at the person.

Zhao Rong, with his sleeves rolled up and a tall and straight posture, stood quietly at one side of the lectern near the door.

He calmly looked at everyone below, meeting gaze after gaze that landed on him.

His eyes were undisturbed by even a ripple.

For the others, Zhao Rong’s gaze under his thick brows was quick and fleeting; his eyes lingered only on the Reading Seed whose name echoed through Linlu.

Sima Duyi’s cold eyes narrowed, unmoving as he stared at Zhao Rong.

The atmosphere once again became as tense as it had just been.

Li Xueyou secretly kicked her foot, about to speak, but someone had already beaten her to it.

It wasn’t the two who were the focus of the whole room, but... Wu Peiliang.

Quite impressive.

"Brother Sima, I apologize for the embarrassment."

Wu Peiliang stood up with a sigh.

"Brother, don’t be angry yet. You are the Reading Seed who represents our Academy. There’s no need to get upset over some trivial matters and insignificant people that don’t deserve your attention, as this would only lower your own status."

Sima Duyi still looked coldly at Zhao Rong, not speaking.

Wu Peiliang turned to him with a sincere smile and said,

"Moreover, brother, this actually concerns our own Shuaixing Hall affairs. Someone really considers himself a Teacher.

Well, it’s okay to behave like this in front of us normally, after all, the foremost rule of Mochi Academy is to respect Teachers and value the way, even if it’s just towards a minor assistant.

However, our Academy’s newly appointed Teacher Zhao seems to have forgotten himself, thinking that his position as a mere assistant allows him to throw his weight around with you, a Reading Seed, and act wildly."

Wu Peiliang glanced at Zhao Rong, who looked back at him with a half-smile, and Wu Peiliang secretly clenched his teeth, but his smile remained.

He shook his head with a sigh.

"Ah... airing our dirty laundry in public, I, Wu, and the other classmates feel deeply ashamed. Brother Sima, please don’t get angry anymore, don’t stoop to his level. Right, if senior Yu isn’t going to manage it, then let me handle it!"

Wu Peiliang, whose appearance was somewhat delicate, now stood tall and straight with his hands behind his back, his expression noble and upright.

Yu Huaijin, who had been standing quietly the whole time, suddenly said, "Brother Wu, please be cautious in your speech."

Wu Peiliang shook his head.

"Senior Yu, you’re just too by-the-book. This kind of rigid adherence to the rules won’t do. You listen to whatever everybody says... Does he really think he’s a Teacher? This time he directly confronted brother Sima and caused trouble for our Shuaixing Hall."

Upon hearing this, Sima Duyi fell silent for a while.

He shifted his gaze, looked at the smiling Wu Peiliang, and remained silent.

Yet Wu Peiliang quietly chuckled, knowing it to be a tacit consent.

He stepped forward, passing by Sima Duyi and Li Xueyou, and stood not far in front of the lectern, with his hands behind him, staring fixedly at Zhao Rong.

On the lectern.

Zhao Rong had just taken an interested look at ’Peiliang’s’ performance.

At that moment, facing Wu Peiliang who had stepped forward again.

He gave a faint nod of his head.

It seemed that through successive struggles, Brother Wu had grown. He had not, as before, come forward directly; instead, he insinuated and insulted indirectly before taking verbal control with Sima Duyi’s approval.

Finally, as now, standing below the lectern, he was leveraging the influence of Sima Duyi, the esteemed Reading Seed, to directly confront Zhao Rong who once had authority over him as the Calligraphy class assistant Teacher.

He aimed to humiliate him.

Understanding how to leverage power indicated he had some tricks up his sleeve.

A hint of admiration surfaced in Zhao Rong’s eyes.

Below, upon seeing that person’s carefree expression, Wu Peiliang felt frustration pricking up in him.

Hey hey hey, what the heck is this expression of admiring me?

In a situation meant to cause someone to lose face, can you be a bit more serious?

Wu Peiliang snorted coldly.

"Is Teacher Zhao ignorant of Brother Sima’s status?"

Zhao Rong pondered for a moment, "Reading Seed? Is there anything else? Could it be that this brother is also designated as the next Mountain Master?"

Wu Peiliang opened his mouth but refrained from flattering him.

"The Mountain Master is quite well, no need to decide on his successor so soon. Don’t talk nonsense," Wu Peiliang said with a sideways glance at Zhao Rong.

He glanced sharply at Zhao Rong and asked, "Or is it Teacher Zhao who is confused and mistaken about your own status?"

Zhao Rong heard this and looked thoughtful; he considered for a moment.

"No, I am currently the Calligraphy class assistant in Shuaixing Hall...

He murmured, looking around the hall, sweeping his gaze over everyone’s faces one by one, before it finally returned to Wu Peiliang’s earnest face."

"No, it’s quite clear."

Zhao Rong shook his head, somewhat uninterested.

"So Brother Wu, what exactly do you want to say? Don’t beat around the bush. If it’s just some irrelevant issues, then don’t bother speaking. Hurry back to your own little bench and sit down, I need to start the class.

Also, that Brother Sima Duyi, don’t stand there anymore, hurry outside. Outside you’re free to stand anywhere you like, but in this Mochi Academy classroom, I don’t care if you are a Reading Seed or what other kind of seed, even a magnetic seed wouldn’t do...

Cough, what I mean to say is, even if the Academy’s Mountain Master were here, it wouldn’t matter, let alone you seedlings? In the classroom, the Teacher is supreme."