Chapter 98: 096 Fu Yunshen: She is my cure [2 updates]

Half of it above, half below, the middle lodged inside the table.

Even sawdust was fluttering down.

“…”

The entire canteen fell silent in an instant as if all the noise had been carried away by that single chopstick.

Jiang Ran had been watching Ying Zijin the entire time, so there was no way he could have missed it.

His hand unconsciously loosened, and the tray he was holding clattered down.

Food from the plate spilled all over his junior.

The junior didn’t shout this time because he was too dumbfounded.

Not just him, all the students who saw this were dumbfounded.

It was as if they had seen a ghost.

Zhong Zhiwan stared at the chopstick barely half an inch from her plate, her mind buzzing with noise: “…”

She couldn’t believe what she saw and looked at Ying Zijin, her lips trembling.

If that chopstick had been off by even a little bit, it wouldn’t have lodged in the table but…

Zhong Zhiwan didn’t dare think further; her school uniform was already soaked with cold sweat, and her breathing was erratic.

Her body kept shaking, and she didn’t even have the strength to stand up.

The girl next to her was also terribly frightened and tugged on Zhong Zhiwan’s sleeve.

Nobody had seen how the chopstick flew out of the girl’s hand.

But that wasn’t important.

What mattered was, how did Ying Zijin manage to lodge a wooden chopstick into the table?

The canteen remained as silent as death, all eyes converging on the girl.

Ying Zijin picked up another pair of chopsticks and found a seat by the window to sit down.

“What’re you looking at?” Jiang Ran swept his gaze around, scoffed coldly, “Haven’t had your fill yet? Want me to gouge out your eyes and paste them in front of you to watch?”

Students immediately withdrew their gazes and buried their heads in frenzied eating.

Jiang Ran lifted his chin slightly, finally feeling a bit better.

It seemed his prestige as the school tyrant was still intact.

Xiu Yu bit into an apple and sat down as well.

As if she hadn’t recovered either, after a few seconds, she spoke with difficulty, “Daddy Ying, just now you…”

“It’s nothing,” Ying Zijin picked up some vegetables with her chopsticks, nonchalantly, “just forgot to hold back my strength.”

Her hand’s strength was too much, which she needed to change.

Xiu Yu suddenly found the apple in her mouth tasteless.

Forgetting to hold back, she lodged a chopstick into the table.

If she really exerted her strength, smashing an iron hammer would also be effortless, right?

She suddenly felt a little scared.

Xiu Yu looked at the girl thoughtfully.

Being able to exert strength to this level meant that even if one was not a genuine ancient martial artist, they must have some connection to ancient martial arts.

But after the arrival of the 21st century, ancient martial artists rarely appeared.

Xiu Yu didn’t know if it was related to the rapid development of technology.

The once flourishing and prosperous ancient martial families in the imperial capital had almost all withdrawn into obscurity.

Jiang Ran was only a beginner in ancient martial arts, not an ancient martial artist.

Because he trained incorrectly, the Inner Strength in his body became chaotic, which affected his temper and emotions, so he needed medication to assist him.

Genuine ancient martial artists were too rare.

The Ancient Martial World wasn’t a place just anyone could enter; it was even more mysterious than the Ancient medical field.

Xiu Yu was certain that their Daddy Ying definitely had something to do with ancient martial arts.

Perhaps there was a master from the Ancient Martial World.

But she didn’t ask.

As long as she could see Jiang Ran being put in his place, she was elated and could also chat with Sister Huaping.

Thinking of this, Xiu Yu regained her appetite and ate another big apple.

**

3:30 in the morning.

It was quiet, so quiet that not even the nightingales made a sound.

Fu Yunshen opened his eyes and awakened on the bed in his single apartment.

He lay silent for about five minutes before slowly sitting up.

In his bewitching peach-blossom eyes, a faint trace of blood vessels surfaced.

He didn’t know how many times he had this nightmare, and even after three years of in-depth hypnotic therapy, he still couldn’t escape from it.

Every time he closed his eyes, there was bloodshed.

Explosions, gunshots, and screams lingered in his ears.

It was also his inescapable past.

Fu Yunshen poured a glass of water and walked to the balcony.

In the distance were brightly lit buildings; Shanghai City was always a city that never slept.

At this moment his cellphone rang.

The caller was Nie Yi.

Fu Yunshen’s eyebrows raised slightly, but he answered, “Hello?”

“Yunshen, I’m back in the imperial capital,” Nie Yi’s voice was deep, “The matter isn’t settled yet, and I need you to take care of Nie Chao a little longer.”

“Hmm,” Fu Yunshen pressed on the corner of his eyes, somewhat helplessly, “You need to call me about this late at night?”

Nie Yi was silent for a moment before speaking again, “No, it’s because Xuesheng told me you’ve been experiencing major emotional fluctuations, afraid that you might do something extreme.”

Yu Xuesheng was the Psychologist specially hired for Ying Zijin and the second-ranked Hypnotist on the NOK list.

Fu Yunshen calmly affirmed.

His emotions were indeed being monitored.

That was his own request, to prevent any contingency.

After all, he had almost lost control once.

“Yunshen, you—” Nie Yi paused for a moment, “Are you okay?”

“It’s nothing, I’m used to it.” Fu Yunshen chuckled softly, “I just feel that living can sometimes be tiring,”

Nie Yi was silent.

He didn’t know how to respond.

“It’s fine, I’m hanging up now.” Fu Yunshen didn’t say much more, “Just make sure to pay your brother’s food expenses. He really can eat a lot.”

Without waiting for Nie Yi to say anything else, he ended the call.

After pondering for a few seconds, Fu Yunshen opened WeChat.

[Yaoyao, what do you want for breakfast? I can bring it to you on my way.]

Having sent the message, Fu Yunshen was about to put down his phone.

It was four o’clock in the morning, a time when normal people were asleep.

But just seconds after he sent the message, a reply came through.

[I’m not picky.]

After a few more seconds, a second message arrived.

[Did you have a nightmare?]

Fu Yunshen was startled.

After a while, he lazily replied.

[Little genius, aren’t you? Why aren’t you asleep? Although you have thick hair and natural beauty, you should still take care of your health.]

Right after sending the message, a video call came in.

Fu Yunshen hesitated for a moment before answering the call.

The girl’s bare face appeared on the smartphone screen.

She was in her nightdress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and the hazy moonlight from the window tinted her eyebrows and eyes a light golden color.

Clearly just awoken, her voice still carried a sleepy huskiness.

“You don’t sleep well, I’ll bring you some medicine tomorrow. Take it before meals in the morning, noon, and night, for a seven-day course of treatment.”

After pausing, Ying Zijin added, “If you’re having nightmares, it’s best not to be alone.”

Fu Yunshen’s gaze became fixed.

He really hadn’t expected that the little friend would video call him to say this.

In the past, no one had ever told him not to be alone because of his nightmares.

“Brother knows, go to sleep, little friend.” Fu Yunshen leaned back, his eyelashes fluttered, and he smiled, “If you don’t sleep now, I’ll have to come over to your place and tuck you into bed.”

The video call was abruptly ended.

Without giving him any time to respond.

Looking at the darkened phone screen, Fu Yunshen raised his eyebrows slightly, his lips curved into a smile, and his eyes glimmered with amusement.

Indeed, it was still the same unyielding little friend.

**

The next day.

Verdant Middle School.

Principal’s office.

The principal was reviewing the recent events at the school.

As a principal, he needed to understand the real situations of students, not just take the word of the heads or teachers.

The door was opened at this moment.

He Xun walked in.

He Xun nodded respectfully, “Principal.”

“Teacher He is here.” The principal pushed up his glasses, “Sit down.”

He Xun took a seat.

“It’s early April now.” The principal flipped through the calendar, “Norton University’s first interview is at the end of May.”

He Xun nodded, “That’s right.”

Getting into Norton University requires a personal invitation from the school itself.

Without an invitation, even a top student from the national college entrance exam wouldn’t be able to get into Norton University.

But that was an external matter.

Internally, Norton University would organize three interviews.

Only students who have graduated from Norton University could obtain the chance to be interviewed.

This was why Verdant was willing to pay a high price to hire He Xun.

Because with He Xun, Verdant had the qualification to reach out to Norton University.

Even if only one student got into Norton University, Verdant would immediately join the ranks of the world’s top high schools.

He Xun had three interview slots in his hands.

Although few, the principal was already satisfied.

“I’ve been thinking, let’s do this.” The principal pondered for a moment, “Keep two of the interview slots for the International Class, and the remaining one for the student who ranks first in the year. Teacher He, what do you think?”

“The principal’s decision is naturally a good one.” He Xun had no objections, “However, Norton University doesn’t only look at academic scores.”

Actually, he wasn’t very clear about it, since his department was only a ‘D’ grade.

According to his mentor, it was the students from the ‘S’ grade departments who were considered real Norton University students.

When he asked, his mentor would say it was confidential, and he wasn’t qualified to know.

He Xun still didn’t know what level one had to reach to enter the ‘S’ grade departments.

“Let’s settle it like this then.” The principal nodded, “I remember that Teacher He knows people at the Royal Academy of Arts in Oceania.”

He Xun understood, “Does the principal want me to look out for the top students in the art class of the third year of high school when I go to Norton University?”

“Exactly,” the principal replied. “However, it might also be necessary for you to take another one along, Ying Zijin performed very well in this art festival, and I think she could give it a try.”

The Royal Academy of Arts in Oceania was also one of the world’s top universities.

He hoped every student could have the best prospects.

Without hesitation, He Xun coldly refused, “I’m sorry, Principal, but I don’t think it’s necessary.”

The Royal Academy of Arts also required academic scores. With Ying Zijin’s level, what could she do even if she went?