Chapter 768 - 296: Holding a Trump Card, Yet Playing the Worst Hand

"Teacher!" Dongfang Yi’s voice was loud, echoing throughout the exam hall.

It was a rest day, and after finishing his morning exercises, Dongfang Yi hurried to Golden Gate City to cheer for his teacher.

Xingguang doubted if she heard correctly, but Dongfang Yi’s voice was quite recognizable.

Xingguang looked in the direction of the voice, and saw Dongfang Yi standing in front of the Medicine King statue, holding a cup of fruit drink in his left hand and waving a ’Pass Every Exam’ flag in his right.

Without having to attend school, Dongfang Yi didn’t wear his academy uniform today.

He wore a dark green short-sleeve long tee, vintage-style wide-leg jeans with legs dragging the ground, paired with purple-dyed long hair over his ears, making an eye-catching sight.

What fashion style hasn’t Xingguang seen?

She didn’t understand, but she respected young people’s unique aesthetics.

Xingguang wasn’t keen on approaching that eye-catching sight, but Dongfang Yi immediately spotted her and rushed over.

"Teacher, are the questions hard? After writing for so long, are your hands sore? Tired?" Dongfang Yi quickly handed the fruit tea to Xingguang, "This is fruit tea I bought in the city. It’s the only shop in Golden Gate City that uses real ingredients."

"It’s green grape flavor. Try it, teacher."

Xingguang preferred cherries, but she wasn’t picky, and didn’t want to waste Dongfang Yi’s efforts, so she held the drink with one hand and sipped it.

Dongfang Yi shoved the little flag into his pants pocket and promptly began to massage Xingguang’s arms and shoulders, babbling, "I specifically learned a few professional shoulder and neck massage techniques online. Let me give them a try on you."

"..."

Xingguang blinked, wanting to say she’s not tired, but found Dongfang Yi’s massage quite comfortable, so she kept quiet.

"Alright." Xingguang shook off his hand from her arm and walked forward without looking back.

Dongfang Yi quickly caught up with her, suggesting, "Teacher, this is the Medicine King statue. They say praying to it grants success in exams. Would you like to give it a try?"

Dongfang Yi knew Xingguang was skilled in Ancient Martial Arts, but not her prowess in medicine, thinking praying to the Medicine King might help her pass the exam smoothly.

"Why pray to that?" Xingguang’s expression was indifferent, "I might as well pray to a dog."

Dongfang Yi was shocked.

He trotted to catch up with Xingguang, asking if she had an issue with the Medicine King, but Xingguang felt mentioning its name would dirty her mouth.

Planning to take the bus to the city gate, Dongfang Yi suggested, "My dad’s off work today, and he drove me here specifically. So why not return with me?"

Xingguang hadn’t met Dongfang Yi’s father, but, considering various factors, nodded in agreement.

Dongfang Tao’an didn’t know when Xingguang would finish her exam, so he was in the car writing novels. Dongfang Tao’an is an online author writing Ancient Martial Arts legends, not so famous but still passionate.

Wherever he goes, he carries his novel-writing palm-sized notebook, and now he sits at a stone table in the park, writing.

Wearing glasses paired with his computer, his fingers danced swiftly over the wireless keyboard, producing a series of pebble sound effects.

Seeing this setup, Xingguang guessed what Dongfang Tao’an was doing. "Is your father composing?"

Dongfang Yi touched his head, looked to the sky speechlessly, "Yes, my dad loves writing novels, he doesn’t have many fans. His top three fans are me, my mom, and my sister."

"Teacher, how do you know my dad’s creating?" He was genuinely curious.

"In the Mortal World, I’m a novel writer too."

Dongfang Yi sighed, "What a coincidence. Teacher, are you a very skilled writer?" Dongfang Yi idolized Xingguang, thinking she excels in everything.

"Not really." Xingguang modestly replied, "I write suspense stories and have some achievements among peers my age, but compared to those who produced suspense masterpieces, I’m far behind."

"In terms of influence and achievements, my mother surpasses me significantly."

"Wow, so teacher comes from a literary noble family." Mingling the thought of teacher and her successful mother as writers, his father’s decade-long writing still for passion, he felt a bit shy.

"My father might not be as exceptional as you all, but I think the stories he writes are compelling. I’m his loyal reader." Dongfang Yi spoke of his father with admiration.