Chapter 16 Chinese Writing Class

When we returned to the Kvitalis Palace, it was already dark.

Nan Zhiyan was lying on the bed, with the sound of waves simulated by the transparent box in his ears.

Boundless darkness surged, and Nan Zhiyan seemed to have returned to those three nights more than ten years ago.

From fear to despair, I felt my life slowly dissipating. That fear, like a blood-sucking vine, took root deeply in my flesh and blood.

When I woke up again, the housekeeping robot had already prepared breakfast.

The tingling sensation of dizziness and distension made Nan Zhiyan feel a little uncomfortable, but it had become the norm. Although more than ten years had passed, Nan Zhiyan still hadn't completely gotten used to it.

Just after breakfast, the terminal started ringing.

The panel popped open automatically, with only two words on it: "Come up."

It was Lu Yanjing who came back. Nan Zhiyan didn't delay and went out immediately.

I met Nan Zhixing again in the elevator. He looked not in good spirits, with obvious bruises on the corners of his lips and forehead.

"Sister, the young master called you too?"

"Well, what did you do last night?"

Nan Zhiyan stepped in, glanced at Nan Zhixing, and asked a question.

Although it is common for Nan Zhixing to have various scars on his body, if Lu Yanjing is the emperor, then she might be the eunuch who serves as a close eunuch.

Nan Zhixing was probably a member of the Imperial Guard, who was specifically responsible for doing shameful and bloody things for Lu Yanjing or the Uraf family.

"Ah, that, Master Hollain dragged me to the training ground last night."

Nan Zhixing scratched his head embarrassedly. Wei Shenglin was indeed very strong, and he couldn't beat him anyway.

Nan Zhiyan didn't ask any more questions, but just asked the housekeeping robot to send some medicine to Nan Zhixing through the terminal.

Although he also didn't get much rest that night, the male protagonist Lu Yanjing did not look depressed at all.

"As for Qiu Lun, Ah Xing, take Ryan and the others there."

"As for the mining of Lavelle, Ah Yan, tell the Industrial Management Department to hold an analysis meeting within a week and formulate a mining plan."

When it came to business, Nan Zhixing's expression became serious. Knowing the importance of the matter, Nan Zhixing turned around and walked out after receiving the order.

Nan Zhiyan also nodded, and just as he was about to leave to arrange the next things, he was stopped by Lu Yanjing again.

"Ayan."

Nan Zhiyan stopped, turned around, and waited for Lu Yanjing's instructions.

"Come with me to a party this weekend."

Not knowing what he was thinking of, Lu Yanjing paused before saying this.

Nan Zhiyan frowned. In previous banquets, Lu Yanjing usually had a fixed female companion, Miss Una.

Moreover, Nan Wenqi had allowed them to visit their mother on the weekend, and Nan Zhiyan didn't want to miss this opportunity. After all, who knows how long it would be before they could visit their mother again.

"Sorry, Master. I have other plans for the weekend."

As if he didn't expect Nan Zhiyan to refuse, Lu Yanjing remained silent for a long time.

"Okay, I understand."

After a long while, Lu Yanjing finally uttered these few words, but his expression seemed even colder.

Nan Zhiyan breathed a sigh of relief. If Lu Yanjing insisted that she go, she really couldn't refuse.

Without noticing Lu Yanjing's expression, Nan Zhiyan turned around and walked out.

Not until Nan Zhiyan's figure disappeared did Lu Yanjing raise his eyes and look towards the door again, his dark pupils slightly deepening.

There was a Chinese writing class in the morning. Nan Zhiyan walked into the Chinese writing classroom holding a thick stack of materials.

But the moment they saw Nan Zhiyan, the others in the classroom were obviously shocked.

After all, no A-level student has ever stepped into a Chinese writing class.

The Chinese writing teacher was an elegant middle-aged man. The next second after he saw Nan Zhixing, a look of helplessness appeared on his face.

"Ms. Taran, you shouldn't have taken this class."

This is a well-known course that is worthless, extremely difficult, and has ridiculously low credits.

No A student would waste time on this course, and even very few B students.

Most of them are C and D students who choose this course just to keep their grades from dropping and to make up credits randomly.

"Teacher An, the public school has accepted my course selection request."

What this means is that Nan Zhiyan has been selected to take this course.

Although changing the course is a small matter and is actually easy for Nan Zhiyan, An Wenxian knows that Nan Zhiyan will not take the initiative to drop out of this course.

In fact, before this, Nan Zhiyan had approached him to express his desire to take Chinese writing classes.

An Wenxian was of course very surprised. He naturally knew this capable man who was the future ruling minister and the student who was highly praised by the public school teachers.

That's why I feel surprised. Nan Zhiyan is already good enough. Even if he completes the full credits of Chinese writing courses, Nan Zhiyan's comprehensive test scores will not be any better.

Because Nan Zhiyan's other courses have too many credits, this course will actually lower Nan Zhiyan's weight.

He had advised Nan Zhiyan, but he didn't expect that the child would still come.

There was no choice, An Wenxian shook his head and started teaching.

However, it is said that Nan Zhiyan is a very good student.

But no matter how great the expectations were, An Wenxian was still stunned when he saw the article submitted by Nan Zhiyan.

How could someone write like a machine, without a trace of emotion?

It’s not even as good as artificial intelligence!

An Wenxian read it three times in disbelief and confirmed again and again that it was written by Nan Zhiyan.

The writing style is disorganized, the narrative content is incomprehensible, but the handwriting is clearly flowing.

What a waste of beautiful handwriting!

When Nan Zhiyan was called to An Wenxian, he had already guessed what was going on.

Yes, she had trouble concentrating on writing a simple narrative, or even a diary entry.

This phenomenon obviously does not occur when writing policy papers and reports.

So Nan Zhiyan signed up for a Chinese writing class, hoping it would be helpful to her.

Of course, another reason is that the credits for this course are indeed very low.

"Student Nan Zhiyan, please tell me, what are you thinking about when you write?"

Nan Zhiyan didn't think about anything, and her brain would go blank for a moment at that time.

So she answered the question truthfully.

"Nothing."

An Wenxian simply couldn't believe that without abundant emotions and pictures, what he wrote would be a stagnant pool of water.

Of course, Nan Zhiyan's is worse than stagnant water.

“So Mr. An, how can I change the way I write?”

Nan Zhiyan asked very seriously, as if he was treating some serious work.

An Wenxian sighed and shook his head.

"I don't know if you've ever heard that writing is a mirror of the soul. In your situation, I don't have any help. Maybe you should go see a psychiatrist."

An Wenxian felt deeply frustrated after returning the chaotic and disorganized article to Nan Zhiyan.

This was the first article he had come across that he had no idea where to start even when revising it.