Chapter 96 Fu Yunshen: She is my medicine [2 updates]

Half of it is on top, half is on the bottom, and the middle section is inside the table.

There were even sawdust falling everywhere.

"..."

The entire cafeteria fell silent instantly, as if all the noise had been carried away by that single chopstick.

Jiang Ran had been keeping an eye on Ying Zijing, so it was impossible for him not to see her.

His hand unconsciously loosened its grip, and the turntable he was holding fell to the ground with a clatter.

The food on the plate spilled all over my younger brother.

The younger brother didn't call out this time because he was already stunned.

Not only was he stunned, but every student who witnessed this scene was also stunned.

It's like seeing a ghost.

Zhong Zhiwan stared at the chopsticks that were only half an inch away from her plate, her mind buzzing: "..."

She stared at Ying Zijing in disbelief, her lips trembling.

If that chopstick had flown off course even slightly, it wouldn't have stuck into the table, but rather...

Zhong Zhiwan didn't dare to think any further; her school uniform was completely soaked with cold sweat, and her breathing was disordered.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The girl next to her was also quite frightened and tugged at Zhong Zhiwan's sleeve.

No one saw how the chopstick flew out of the girl's hand.

But that's not important.

The important question is, how did Ying Zijin manage to stick a wooden chopstick into the table?

The cafeteria remained deathly silent, all eyes fixed on the girl.

Ying Zijing picked up another pair of chopsticks and found a seat by the window.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Ran glanced at them and sneered, "Haven't you seen enough? Should I gouge your eyes out and stick them right in front of you to look?"

The students immediately looked away and began to eat voraciously.

Jiang Ran raised his chin, his mood finally improving a bit.

It seems he still retains his authority as a school bully.

Xiu Yu took a bite of the apple and then sat down.

As if still in a daze, a few seconds later she managed to say in a strained voice, "Father Ying, what you just did..."

"It's nothing," Ying Zijing said casually, picking up some vegetables with her chopsticks. "I just forgot to hold back."

She uses too much force; she needs to change.

Xiu Yu suddenly felt that the apple in her mouth had lost its flavor.

Forgetting to pull back, he stuck a chopstick into the table.

If he really put in the effort, breaking an iron hammer would be a piece of cake, right?

She suddenly felt a little scared.

Xiu Yu gazed at the girl, lost in thought.

Even if someone isn't a traditional martial artist, they're still somewhat associated with ancient martial arts if they can unleash power to this level.

However, after the arrival of the 21st century, ancient martial arts practitioners have rarely appeared.

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

The ancient martial arts families that were once prosperous in the capital have all basically retired.

Jiang Ran can only be considered a beginner in ancient martial arts, not a true master of ancient martial arts.

Because of improper cultivation methods, the internal energy in the body becomes disordered, which in turn affects temperament and emotions, hence the need for medication to assist.

True masters of ancient martial arts are too few and far between.

The world of ancient martial arts is not something anyone can enter; it's even more mysterious than the world of ancient medicine.

Xiu Yu was certain that their father, Ying, was definitely related to ancient martial arts.

Perhaps there is a master from the ancient martial arts world.

But she didn't ask.

She felt happy whenever she saw Jiang Ran get his comeuppance, and she could also chat with Sister Huaping.

Thinking of this, Xiu Yu regained his appetite and ate another large apple.

**

3:30 a.m.

In the stillness of the night, even the nightingale...

Fu Yunshen opened his eyes and woke up in his single apartment bed.

He lay silently for five minutes before slowly getting up.

Faint blood vessels appeared in her captivating, peach-blossom eyes.

He didn't know how many times he had this nightmare, and even after three years of deep hypnotherapy, he still couldn't escape it.

Every time I close my eyes, all I see is bloodshed.

The sounds of explosions, gunshots, and screams lingered in my ears.

It is also a past he cannot escape.

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

In the distance are brightly lit buildings; Shanghai has always been a city that never sleeps.

The phone rang at that moment.

The caller was Nie Yi.

Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow, but still answered the call: "Hello?"

"Yun Shen, I've already returned to the capital." Nie Yi's voice was low. "The matter hasn't been resolved yet, so I'll trouble you to look after Nie Chao for a while longer."

"Hmm." Fu Yunshen rubbed the corner of his eye, a hint of helplessness in his voice. "You have to call me so late at night for something like this?"

Nie Yi paused for a moment before speaking again: "No, it was Xue Sheng who told me that your emotions were fluctuating too much, and she was afraid that you might do something rash."

Yu Xuesheng was the psychologist he specially hired for Ying Zijing, and also the second on the NOK Hypnotist list.

Fu Yunshen responded with a faint "yes".

His emotions were being monitored.

This was his own request, to prevent any unforeseen circumstances.

After all, he had almost lost control before.

"Yun Shen, you—" Nie Yi paused, "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing, I'm used to it." Fu Yunshen chuckled softly. "It's just that sometimes living is quite tiring."

Nie Yi remained silent.

I don't know how to answer.

"That's all, I'm hanging up." Fu Yunshen didn't say much more. "Remember to pay for your brother's food expenses, he really can eat a lot."

Without waiting for Nie Yi to say anything more, he hung up the call.

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

【Yaoyao, what do you want for breakfast? I'll bring it to you since I'm going that way.】

After Fu Yunshen finished sending the message, he was about to put down his phone.

It's 4 a.m., and most people are asleep.

But only a few seconds after he sent the WeChat message, a reply came.

Not a picky eater.

A few seconds later, the second WeChat message arrived.

Did you have a nightmare?

Fu Yunshen was taken aback.

After a long pause, he replied lazily.

[Wow, kid, you're so clever! Why aren't you asleep yet? Even though you have lots of hair and are naturally beautiful, you still need to take good care of your health.]

As soon as I sent that message, a video call came in.

Fu Yunshen paused for a moment, then pressed the call button.

The girl's bare face appeared on the phone screen.

She was wearing a nightgown, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and her eyes and brows were tinged with a pale gold by the hazy moonlight streaming through the window.

She had clearly just woken up; the girl's voice was still a little hoarse.

"You have trouble sleeping. I'll bring you some medicine tomorrow. Take it before breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day for seven days as one course of treatment."

After a pause, Ying Zijing added, "If you have nightmares, it's best not to be alone."

Fu Yunshen's gaze hardened.

He really didn't expect that the child would video call him just to talk about this.

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

"Brother knows, go to sleep, little one." Fu Yunshen leaned back, his eyelashes fluttering, and smiled. "If you don't sleep now, I'll have to go to your side and tuck you into bed."

The video call was immediately disconnected.

He didn't have a moment to react.

Looking at the blacked-out phone screen, Fu Yunshen raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips curved up, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Sure enough, it's still that heartless kid.

**

the next day.

Qingzhi Middle School.

Principal's Office.

The principal is reviewing recent events at the school.

As a principal, he needs to understand the students' actual situation, rather than just listening to the side of the story told by the director or teachers.

The door was then opened.

He Xun walked in.

He Xun nodded in greeting: "Principal."

"Teacher He is here." The principal adjusted his glasses. "Have a seat."

He Xun sat down.

"It's early April now," the principal said, flipping through the calendar. "Norton University's first interviews are at the end of May."

He Xun nodded: "That's right."

To get into Norton University, you need an invitation letter from the university itself.

Without an invitation, even the top scorer in the national college entrance examination cannot get into Norton University.

But this is for external audiences.

Internally, Norton University conducts three interviews.

Only students who have graduated from Norton University are eligible for the interview.

This is why Qingzhihui hired He Xun at a high price.

Because of He Xun, Qing Zhi gained access to Norton University.

Even if only one student gets into Norton University, Qingzhi will immediately join the ranks of the world's top high schools.

He Xun has a total of three interview slots.

Although it was a small amount, the principal was already very satisfied.

"I've thought about it for a moment, and here's what I think," the principal said after a brief pause. "Two interview slots will be reserved for the international class, and the last one will go to the top student in the grade. Ms. He, what do you think?"

“The principal’s decision is certainly good.” He Xun had no objection. “However, Norton University does not only look at grades.”

Actually, he wasn't quite sure either, since his academy was only at the D level.

According to his advisor, only students in S-level colleges are considered true Norton University students.

If he asks, his advisor will say it's confidential and he's not qualified to know.

He Xun still doesn't know what level one needs to reach to enter an S-level academy.

“That’s settled then.” The principal nodded. “I remember that Teacher He knows people from the Royal Academy of Arts in O Continent.”

He Xun understood: "The principal asked me to bring those top students from the senior art class along with me when I went to Norton University?"

“Not bad,” the principal said. “However, we may need you to mentor another student. Ying Zijin did very well in this year’s arts festival, and I think she could give it a try.”

The Royal College of Art in Europe is also a world-leading university.

He hopes that every student will have the best future.

He Xun refused without even thinking, saying coldly, "I'm sorry, Principal, I don't think it's necessary."

The Royal Academy of Arts in Europe also requires academic performance. With Ying Zijin's level, what could she possibly do there?

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(End of this chapter)