After being reborn, I became the apple of my enemy's eye.

Yan Yun stared at his back for a moment, then followed Yan Zhihe to the so-called Mr. Yuan's lecture.

The space was divided into a small private room by a curtain at the back, with a short desk placed to one side.

After Yan Zhihe sat down, he helped Yan Yun tidy up.

“Miss Zheng, please feel free to ask me if you need anything.”

When Mr. Na Yuan appeared, the previously noisy room immediately quieted down.

Mr. Yuan, dressed in a black jacket, with his black and white hair combed into a shiny bun, entered from outside, holding a bamboo scroll.

Upon arrival, they immediately gave Yan Yun a hard time.

"Women and petty men have always been difficult to deal with; this saying is certainly true."

This was directed at Yan Yun.

After all, the woman was the only one in the house.

There were dozens of other people sitting around, and they all turned to look at Yan Yun behind the beaded curtain. For a moment, they all felt that Mr. Yuan was talking about her.

Putting aside age, even considering gender, a woman her age should be learning embroidery in her boudoir.

Therefore, Mr. Yuan's words immediately made Yan Yun the center of discussion, and whispers arose all around because of these words.

Just as things were getting noisy around them.

Instead, Mr. Yuan patted the table and said, "Not being disturbed by external things is also the first lesson a gentleman needs to learn in self-cultivation."

Voices below began to echo, "What the gentleman says is absolutely right."

"Quiet."

It arose because of him, and it also fell silent because of him.

Yan Yun had a preconceived notion that Mr. Yuan and the gentleman the old lady had invited to the mansion the second time were birds of a feather and looked down on women.

Yan Yun found the story rather uninteresting and instead took out the book he had been reading earlier to start flipping through it.

Yan Zhihe took good care of Yan Yun. When Mr. Yuan went out for a drink, he told Yan Yun that if he didn't understand anything, he could ask him, because all the students here had already passed the academy examination before entering the academy.

Therefore, what Mr. Yuan is saying now is probably very difficult for her to understand.

In fact, not only Mr. Yuan, but even Yan Zhihe in front of him underestimated Yan Yun, thinking that she knew nothing.

Unbeknownst to him, upon meeting Mr. Yuan, Yan Yun naturally thought of Mr. Shu and felt that he was a good gentleman who did not discriminate against her because she was a woman.

Mr. Yuan, who had returned, spoke for another hour. He then set a task for everyone, asking them to summarize the key points he had made that day and submit them to him first thing the next morning.

He also specifically mentioned Zheng Ning'er.

"You are no exception."

Yan Zhihe placed the copy he had already made in front of Yan Yun's table, saying, "Miss Zheng, you can take a look at mine."

The implication is that you should just copy his words directly.

Yan Yun shook his head and refused, pushing back all the things that were handed to him.

If needed, he would write it himself. Yan Yun spread out the Xuan paper, ground the ink, and began to carefully recall what Mr. Yuan had said, stroke by stroke.

Yan Zhihe took a closer look and his eyes lit up.

He was truly surprised. He had initially thought she was just a rich young lady who came to have fun, but he never expected her to actually write. Upon closer inspection of the contents of the paper, it was clear that she was not someone her age who could write such a thing.

Yan Zhihe's eyes showed amazement.

As Mr. Yuan's lecture ended, the students were free to do as they pleased. One of them noticed that Yan Zhihe was staring intently at Yan Yun.

He directly mocked, "He's just a nobody from the countryside, yet he dares to dream of rising to the top overnight. How ironic."

Yan Zhihe didn't even respond to the other party's provocation.

Yan Yun put down his pen and looked at the person speaking in front of him.

The man was fat and had a big ear, with a dissolute and unrestrained appearance. He reached out to lift the beaded curtain that was blocking Yan Yun's view.

Yan Zhihe, who had been silent all along, reached out and stopped his hand this time.

"Men and women are different, and should abide by etiquette."

Upon hearing this, the other person immediately burst into laughter, looking at Yan Zhihe with sarcasm, "She's already come to the academy, what's with all this talk of etiquette? Does she dare to come out? Is she afraid to see anyone?"

He flung Yan Zhihe's hand away and slapped him in the chest.

He reached out and pulled open the beaded curtain, saw Yan Yun sitting there, and immediately burst into laughter.

"She's just a little girl. What? You've come here looking for your Mr. Right? I heard your father is some kind of merchant from somewhere. How could he send you here? Do you want you to rely on someone to rise to the top in one step, just like this little brat?"

He spoke crudely and was not polite to Yan Yun.

Yan Yun held the brush in his hand, glanced at Yan Zhihe, and saw that even though he was being humiliated, he did not refute it. Instead, he smiled.

Seeing Yan Yun smile, the other party became even more audacious and spoke rudely to her, saying, "You should go back to your boudoir and obediently embroider. This is not a place for you."

Yan Zhihe's forbearance only emboldened the other party, and Yan Yun had had enough of these words and was no longer willing to endure them.

While the other party continued to ramble on.

Yan Yun poured water into the inkstone, held it in one hand, and splashed it directly at the other person.

"despair."

A very faint sound.

Yan Yunyan splashed ink all over the other person's face.

The other person was still smiling with their mouth open, and ink dripped into their mouth as well.

He was truly enraged this time, and reached out to grab Yan Yun.

A long sword came hurtling through the air.

"Who's causing trouble at the academy?"

That cold, authoritative voice sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

Yan Yun looked in the direction where the voice was coming from.

Nan Yunjing was holding his sword, aiming it at the neck of the guy who had just provoked Yan Yun.

The guy, who was initially furious, immediately panicked after facing Nan Yunjing.

He reached out and pushed the scabbard that Nan Yunjing had placed in front of his neck. Fortunately, it was not drawn, otherwise he would not have dared to touch it.

Sweat beaded on his forehead.

The smile on his face froze into a bitter one.

"No, no, I just chatted with the new guy a bit more."

Nan Yunjing's sword sheath remained unmoved, and he even took a step forward.

"You should know what happens if you cause trouble in the academy."

The other party's arrogance vanished instantly, his face covered in cold sweat. He naturally knew that he was indeed unhappy because of the appearance of such a young girl, with Yan Zhihe following him around.

However, if Nagumo Kage intervenes, then there's nothing to be angry about.

Life is important.

To appease the situation is the most urgent task at present.

He took out a handkerchief to wipe the ink off his face, and gave Yan Yun a forced smile, saying, "We'll still have some camaraderie as classmates, so I should take care of you."

Having said that, he immediately stepped back and gestured to his henchman to leave quickly.

Nan Yunjing sheathed his sword.

He looked at Yan Zhihe, who immediately lowered his head, not daring to meet his gaze.

On the contrary, Yan Yun looked up and met his gaze without flinching, and didn't feel scared at all when she met his eyes.

Nan Yunjing's swift and decisive sword-sheathing action caught Yan Yun's attention a few more times.

He wasn't just ruthless to that person; he was the same with Yan Yun and Yan Zhihe. "If you cause trouble at the academy, you won't be able to stay here."

Yan Zhihe immediately apologized: "We will definitely be more careful and this will never happen again."

Having received Yan Zhihe's assurance, Nan Yunjing turned and left.

Until Nan Yunjing left.

Sweat beaded on Yan Zhihe's forehead.

But there was a smile on his lips.

He looked at Yan Yun. Her actions in dealing with the young master of the Lin family were truly gratifying, because her lack of manners made Yan Zhihe feel a sense of satisfaction.

He straightened up and praised Yan Yun without reservation.

"Miss is indeed different from ordinary women."

Yan Yun was too lazy to listen to his nonsense. She took the still wet brush and wrote on it: Why is Nan Yunjing here at the academy?

Yan Zhihe shrugged.

"This? I don't know about it either, but..."

He sold it out.

"All I know is that getting involved with that person doesn't end well."

Saying this is no different than saying nothing at all.

"anything else?"

Yan Yun wrote it down.

Yan Zhihe shook his head. He couldn't tell Yan Yun anything more, because he didn't know either.

That's complete nonsense.

"Does nobody know?"

Yan Zhihe said, "If Miss really wants to know, I can go and find out for you."

Yan Yun nodded.

agree.

At Baima Academy, teachers give lessons in the morning, and the afternoon is free time. You can borrow books from the academy's study and observe on your own. Other teachers will also prepare chess, calligraphy and painting demonstrations, philosophical discussions, and the Five Elements theory...

If the academy has other arrangements, the teachers will inform you in advance.

Yan Yun walked around, finding the place crowded and packed with people. Yan Zhihe followed behind him.

Yan Yun was unwilling to compete with those people, and besides, as a woman in the academy, she was no different from rare and exotic animals. She decided to leave the academy and go back.

Yan Zhihe escorted Yan Yun to the entrance of the academy.

Zheng Yuan's carriage was waiting outside the door.

When the coachman saw Yan Yun come out, he immediately came forward, added a stool, and prepared to help Yan Yun into the carriage.

Yan Zhihe stood in front of the academy and bid farewell to Yan Yun.

"I will still come to pick you up in front of the academy tomorrow."

When Yan Zhihe showed him goodwill, Yan Yun could only guess that Zheng Jihua was mediating between them; otherwise, this man would not have been so obsequious and attentive to him.

On the carriage back to Zheng Academy, Yan Yun was still thinking about what Mr. Yuan had said today, and he would rewrite it once they got back to Zheng Academy.

The concubine was already waiting outside the mansion gate.

Compared to yesterday's panic and unpleasant parting, he now greeted her with a smile again: "Ning'er, you're back."