Daily life in the academy

"Hello, Master Wu. My name is Bai Zhi. I was born in a humble family and enjoy reading miscellaneous books. I stumbled upon this recipe from a book. Seeing that Wenzhe's condition was very similar to what was in the book, and his condition was extremely critical, I took a risk and tried it. I didn't expect it to actually help him recover a lot. I hope Wenzhe can recover quickly."

Bai Zhi bowed politely to Fu Lang and answered his questions calmly. Her graceful demeanor made Fu Lang admire her even more. He was a rough man and didn't know how to speak in fancy words. He patted Bai Zhi's shoulder vigorously, but Bai Zhi's frail body couldn't withstand his strength. She staggered and almost lost her balance.

Fu Lang was stunned at first, then he laughed heartily, obviously because Bai Zhi's performance just now pleased him.

"Okay, okay, Bai Zhi, you're really good. You're quick to react and give good commands. With your good brain, you should be a good soldier in the army. But your body is a little weak. Don't worry, I'll be your martial arts teacher in the future. I will definitely help you train your body to be extremely strong. If you are interested in joining the army in the future, it will be no problem."

When he said this, his eyes were filled with confidence, as if he could already see Bai Zhi becoming strong and powerful after being trained by him in the future.

Does this mean he's going to be given special attention? Is he incredibly fit? Is he going to join the military?

No, absolutely not, so she just wanted to be a salted fish.

Bai Zhi suddenly recalled the muscular men she had seen in her previous life who had bulging muscles and thought they were very handsome, and she couldn't help but feel a chill.

She laughed awkwardly twice, not knowing how to respond for a moment. She just hoped that he would quickly forget what happened today and not take it seriously.

Without the rigorous physical training, the martial arts class passed quickly. When the bell rang, Fu Lang dismissed the students without hesitation. However, when he passed by Bai Zhi, he patted her shoulder as if to say hello. After hearing Bai Zhi say goodbye to Mr. Fu obediently, he nodded with satisfaction and left.

Yan Qingchen and Mu Bailian did not go back until the get out of class was over. They followed Wenzhe all the way to the clinic closest to the academy. Wenzhe was carried into the inner hall for treatment, and the two could only wait in the outer hall.

"Brother Yan, Wenzhe should be okay, right?"

Mu Bailian walked back and forth in the outer hall, occasionally blocking the little medicine boy who was dispensing medicine.

Yan Qingchen frowned and kicked him: "Don't leave, I'm upset."

"I'm worried. Brother Fu is really something. He just starts with fifteen rounds of corporal punishment as if it's a military exercise." Mu Bailian still complained dissatisfiedly, but he didn't dare to move.

"Wenzhe is too weak, he needs to practice."

Yan Qingchen's tone was firm, as if he had already made a decision, but his words were agreed by Mu Bailian.

"Yes, we do need to practice. We've only run ten laps, but that short guy, despite looking so skinny, is actually much stronger than Wenzhe. Speaking of which, we're all thanks to him today."

Yan Qingchen thought of Bai Zhi's neat and efficient command just now. His expression no longer had the deliberately pretended respectfulness, but rather looked much more pleasing to the eye.

Doctor Zhao came out from the inner hall and walked straight towards the two waiting people.

"The young master inside has woken up and is no longer seriously injured. Just remember to rest well and avoid such strenuous work for half a month."

The two of them hurried over. Mu Bailian grabbed Doctor Zhao's sleeve and asked nervously, "He looked quite serious just now. Is he really okay now?"

Doctor Zhao smiled and comforted him, "Young Master, your bones were weak to begin with, and the sudden and intense running caused poor blood circulation, which is why you fainted. I've just cleared his meridians, and he's fine now. Just focus on recuperating."

Yan Qingchen nodded in thanks: "Thank you very much, doctor. Can we go in to see him?"

Doctor Zhao nodded. "I only did some cleanup work. Thanks to the emergency treatment your young master received before he was brought here, he was able to wake up so quickly. Come in and see him."

There were three beds in the inner hall, but at this moment, only Wenzhe was lying on the outermost bed. Hearing the noise, he slowly turned his head and looked at Yan Qingchen and Mu Bailian.

The originally calm face turned into a frown after seeing the two anxious faces, and his eyelids drooped, making him look depressed and pitiful.

Mu Bailian had prepared a speech, but when he saw Wenzhe like this, he swallowed it back. He pulled Yan Qingchen's sleeve.

Yan Qingchen glared at him, pulled back his sleeves, sighed, and asked in a slower voice, "Are you feeling better?"

"I'm feeling better, but my whole body aches a lot." Wenzhe's voice was a little hoarse.

Seeing that his condition had indeed improved, both of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"You're too weak! How come you collapsed after just a few laps?" Mu Bailian returned to his usual carefree self. "If you ask me, you should learn some martial arts from me and Brother Yan."

Seeing Wenzhe staring at him with his big, resentful eyes, Mu Bailian subconsciously turned the topic to Yan Qingchen.

"Brother Yan, what I said is correct, isn't it?"

Yan Qingchen rarely dismantled Mu Bailian's platform and agreed, "That's right. After you recover this time, Wenzhe, you can come with us."

Hearing this, Wenzhe's eyes were filled with resentment, and he accused the two people in a hoarse voice: "I told you that today is unlucky and not suitable to go out. I am in this state now because you insisted on dragging me out today. Now, look at you two, you are actually teaming up to persuade me!"

Mu Bailian immediately passed the blame on to him: "This is not my fault. It was Brother Yan who insisted on dragging me out today. The three of us always act together, so how could we leave you out?"

This made Yan Qingchen feel guilty. He looked a little embarrassed and coughed twice to cover up his mistake. "How could I have known that your fortune telling would actually come true this time? It used to be wrong nine times out of ten."

"Then there will be another time for it to come true... cough cough... cough cough..."

Wenzhe's throat, which was already hoarse and dry, started coughing due to his excitement. Yan Qingchen winked at Mu Bailian, who immediately recalled and poured a glass of water from the table next to him. He then helped Wenzhe up and fed him a sip, which stopped his cough.

Seeing that he had finally calmed down a bit, Yan Qingchen soothed him, "Let's take you back home first. You can rest at home for a while, and then you can ask a fortune teller to find an auspicious day to come back to the academy. Is that okay?"

Wenzhe felt a little relieved after hearing what he said. He no longer bothered with them about what happened today. With the help of the two, he walked out of the clinic and got on the carriage that had been prepared long ago, heading towards the Wen Mansion.

Early the next morning, Yan Qingchen and Mu Bailian arrived at the school early. Seeing Bai Zhi and Ye Yanliang coming together, they stood up and greeted them.

"Bai Zhi, come out with us for a moment."