Chapter 29: Taken Away Right After Reporting In?
Over the past year, Fang Qingyun, limited by his aptitude, hasn't ranked highly at the martial academy, but he's extremely well-liked.
He has a large group of friends and can talk to anyone. His upright and honest character is very appealing to everyone.
Although, due to his cultivation level, not many people regard him highly for the future, there's no need to offend him.
After all, he's a good person, honest, and reliable—this is widely acknowledged.
Moreover, everyone is martially inclined, so there's not much value in grudges. Therefore, when Fang Qingyun comes to the entrance of the martial academy every day to check things out, a large group of people, both men and women, follow along to check things out as well.
It doesn't matter; it's just some light exercise, not even worth mentioning. It's just right to relax during this time when the seniors have graduated and the new students haven't arrived yet.
Several girls are asking eagerly, "How handsome is he? Is he more handsome than Dong Yunyu, Wu Zhibing, or Hua Kaixie? How does he compare?"
These are the four geniuses of Baiyun Martial Academy, also known as the Four Handsome Men. In terms of appearance, physique, temperament, family background, aptitude, and cultivation, they are all top-notch, and they have already achieved considerable success, becoming famous in their own right.
Among them, Dong Yunyu is said to be able to join the Garrison Corps directly after graduating next year. His future is boundless.
These four are also the focus of countless female martial arts students.
Although they are all martial artists, the enchanting feelings of young girls are not much different from those of ordinary women.
Fang Qingyun recalled and smiled bitterly, "But in terms of looks, he should be about the same. However, in terms of confidence, temperament, cultivation, aptitude, and background..."
He didn't continue, but everyone understood.
There are plenty of good-looking people, but how many people in the world combine looks, physique, confidence, temperament, cultivation, and aptitude into one?
From this, it can be seen that this cousin of Fang Qingyun is probably just an ordinary person who is slightly handsome.
Everyone had a rough idea in their hearts.
While they were discussing, they saw a young man in black walking slowly towards the entrance of the martial academy from afar.
It was the south gate of the martial academy.
It was early morning, the sun rising in the east, with the light of dawn shining brightly.
The young man walked in the light of dawn, his black cloak with dark golden patterns swaying as he strolled. The cloak rose and fell with his movements, reflecting a mysterious light shimmering continuously.
The young man's face was as beautiful as jade, with eyebrows like swords, eyes like deep pools, pupils like stars, a straight nose, thin lips, slightly thin, tall and straight, with hair floating lightly. His arms were like those of an ape, his waist was slender, and his long legs seemed to be propelling his body towards the stars. His legs were straight, with a long sword hanging from his waist.
His demeanor was elegant and composed.
He exuded a kind of tranquility, as if "unmoved by the collapse of mountains and the change of season, indifferent to life and death"; yet he also had a sharpness, as if "facing myriad hardships with ease, cutting through all obstacles with a single sword."
As he approached with large strides, he seemed like a mythical figure stepping out of the myriad rays of dawn.
The several girls present all suddenly brightened their eyes.
"Wow..."
"Ah ah..."
"This, this, this... this..."
All the girls had a faint feeling: This is the most perfect man in their dreams, walking out of their dreams.
"Who is this?"
"Is he a new student? Here to report?"
"Oh, I'm done for, I'm done for..."
"Is he a new student this year? Are new students this outstanding?"
Just then...
Fang Qingyun, who was nearby, moved.
"Cousin!"
Fang Qingyun was very excited. "I've been waiting for this moment. I've completed the task my father gave me. I won't get beaten up anymore."
Excited, Fang Qingyun stepped forward, waved his hand, and shouted.
Behind him,
Confused faces.
Male and female classmates looked at each other.
Is this the cousin of Fang Qingyun described as 'looks okay, not very sensible, can't speak well, spoiled, lacks manners, average aptitude, average temperament, average confidence, average demeanor, average background'?
Is this the cousin of Fang Qingyun who often sighs, grits his teeth, and says, 'When he grows up and matures, I'll have to beat him up to vent my anger'?
Everyone looked at Fang Qingyun's back as he walked forward, feeling somewhat puzzled.
Senior Fang, Do you have a misunderstanding about the word 'average'?
Just looking at it, except for not being able to tell the aptitude and background at all, everything else, whether it's looks or temperament, is top-notch, isn't it?
Even those top students from our school, like Jun Hefang, Wu Zhibing, Huakaixie, and others, although they exude a strong "aristocratic aura," when it comes to temperament alone, they are far from as calm and composed as this cousin.
This is the calmness that comes from enduring storms; the tranquility that comes from witnessing the vicissitudes of life.
Seeing Fang Che's composure, the students even felt a sense of seeing the peak figures, like the principal and vice principal.
Unperturbed by favor or disgrace, seeing flowers bloom and wither in the courtyard; indifferent to staying or leaving, observing the clouds in the sky come and go.
Taking life and death lightly, laughing at the wind and clouds.
Such a person, anyone who emerges is outstanding, unparalleled!
...
Over there, Fang Che had already joined Fang Qingyun, with a warm and friendly smile. "Cousin, long wait, huh?"
Fang Qingyun nodded repeatedly. "Not too long... Eh? What did you call me?"
Fang Qingyun was somewhat shocked, his eyes widened.
Is this still my cousin, who used to speak sharply and sarcastically, making people want to grab a knife or a stick when he spoke?
Why is he so polite?
Fang Che was puzzled. "I called you cousin; what else would I call you? Should I call you big Uncle? Would you agree?"
He's here, he's here!
He's here!
The familiar, choking sensation of these words made Fang Qingyun suddenly smile with relief. "You really are my cousin! Just now, I thought you had become someone else."
...
Fang Che was speechless.
In the meantime, dozens of people behind Fang Qingyun had already surrounded the two of them in three circles.
Each of them was full of curiosity in their eyes.
Especially the girls, although there were only four or five of them, the heat in their eyes almost melted Fang Che.
Even facing such gazes, he felt it difficult to resist, feeling a sense of crisis as if he would be eaten if he didn't run away.
"Fang Qingyun, is this our cousin? Fang Che?"
One of the girls with a melon seed face blushed and asked, "Cousin, hello, my surname is Liu, Liu Xueyun, I am your cousin's classmate."
Fang Che's handsome face was full of confusion. "Hello, Senior Liu."
Liu Xueyun smiled generously, her eyes seeming to drip with water as she looked at Fang Che's face. She said, "Why call me Senior Liu? Don't be so formal, you can call me Sister Yun, or Sister Xueyun, it's all fine."
Another girl stood up straight, trembling slightly, and said, "Cousin, hello, my surname is Wang, Wang Bingbing; you can call me Sister Bingbing."
Fang Che felt dizzy and overwhelmed. After Fang Qingyun introduced him and he introduced himself, he met these thirty or forty people, and his head almost exploded.
But he didn't show it on his face.
Instead, he was polite and composed, returning each greeting with courtesy.
Throughout the whole process, there was only one girl who just smiled at him without actively stepping forward to greet him.
Fang Che hadn't noticed at first. He politely smiled and nodded at her, but then he suddenly realized that although the girl's expression was smiling, her eyes were not.
Her gaze was very cold.
She came with a group of people to welcome me to school, Why is she like this?
As an old hand accustomed to keeping an eye on all sides and ears open in complex situations, how could he ignore such an abnormality?
Fang Che's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately paid attention. The girl's position seemed to be distant from everyone, very mindful, yet naturally somewhat aloof.
It could be seen that she seemed eager to blend in, but couldn't, not because others were excluding her, but because she was excluding others.
If it were an ordinary youth, they would only feel that this girl was a bit aloof. But in Fang Che's eyes, this woman was abnormal: she was rejecting all friends in a group of friends?
Humans are social animals. No matter how aloof a girl may seem, she will still have friends.
If someone cannot fit in with a group of people they spend their days with, then it's not the group that has a problem, but the individual.
For example, if a wolf sneaks into a group of huskies, no matter how it disguises itself or tries to fit in, deep down, it will always feel that the surrounding group is not its own kind.
Fang Che noticed her at a glance.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Compared to the impostors he had encountered in his previous life, these people from the martial academy were still very naive.
After greeting everyone, Fang Che deliberately approached the girl and said with surprise, "Cousin, you all came to welcome me? This is... this is so unexpected. Sister Xueyun, Sister Bingbing, and this... this is the first time I've received such a high-level welcome from so many beauties."
As he spoke, he looked at Wan Zhimei, clearly indicating that he didn't know her name.
This caused a burst of laughter.
Amidst the laughter, Fang Qingyun gently introduced, "This is your Senior Wan, Wan Zhimei, my classmate."
Fang Che suddenly realized, "Hello, Senior Wan."
Wan Zhimei could only smile and nod. "Cousin, you're so handsome."
Fang Che laughed heartily and made a mental note of her name. He said happily, "I didn't expect my cousin to be so popular at the martial academy, with so many enthusiastic and righteous male classmates, as well as so many beautiful, elegant, and gentle female classmates. When I was about to come, my uncle was worried, saying that you, cousin, have an average personality and probably don't have many friends. When I go back, I must tell him that he was wrong!"
The male classmates burst into laughter.
The female classmates' faces were even brighter.
Fang Qingyun was completely baffled.
Cousin, where's your sarcasm?
Where's your sharp tongue?
Bring it out.
This makes everything I said before seem like a lie.
Is your sarcasm and sharp tongue only directed at me?
"You seem to have grown taller?" Fang Qingyun felt a bit awkward; Fang Che was taller than him now.
"Yeah, I've grown about a palm's worth taller, around 1.83 meters now." Fang Che smiled, his gaze lowered, looking at his cousin's head.
Fang Qingyun's mouth twitched.
Feeling the gaze from above, he snorted and took a few steps back.
Suddenly, he felt like hitting someone.
After getting acquainted, everyone chatted and laughed as they accompanied Fang Che to register.
"Reporting in."
"What's the name?"
"Fang Che."
"Fang Che?"
The registration personnel inside suddenly fell silent.
The waiting crowd outside couldn't help but be surprised.
What's going on?
This was the first time they had seen someone get stuck after reporting their name.
Then...
They saw several people from the White Cloud Martial Academy flying over from a distance.
The leader turned out to be the supervisor, accompanied by several stewards; then another person arrived, with a flowing white beard, and landed abruptly, turning out to be the vice headmaster.
Everyone was stunned, silent as if in shock. They quickly bowed and saluted, not daring to raise their heads.
Why did these super-important figures from the academy come today?
What happened?
Then they heard the supervisor ask, "Who is Fang Che?!"
Fang Che was somewhat surprised, took a step forward, and said, "I am Fang Che."
"Good, enter his name into the register."
Then he said, "Fang Che, come with me."
This was said by the vice headmaster.
After that, the group of important figures took Fang Che and swiftly departed.
Fang Che didn't even have time to say hello to Fang Qingyun before being taken away.
Behind him, Fang Qingyun and all the other students were collectively baffled.
What... What's going on?
Not only is his cousin handsome and has a good demeanor, does he also have such a big influence?
But this doesn't make sense. Why is he being escorted like a criminal?
Did his cousin do something wrong?
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