Chapter 4
If things went on like this, the mobile phone would power off sooner or later.
In that case, his way back to earth would be cut off.
Thinking of this, Lin Beichen appeared worried.
As time went by, the lesson soon came to an end.
The bell rang.
At last, it was time for school to end.
"Well, that's all for today."
Ding Sans.h.i.+, the old teacher, moistened his throat with a drink of water out of habit.
"Boys and girls, I have explained and demonstrated the entire Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes. You must practice it in the following three days, and strive to get a good score in the Midyear Compet.i.tion. As you all know, this compet.i.tion is the college's sole reference to select the qualification for the Talent Battle. If only you can make a mark in the Midyear Compet.i.tion, you will hopefully represent the college in our highest honor fighting for the young warriors of Cloudy Dream City..."
The students were excited by the old teacher's words.
Partic.i.p.ating in the Talent Battle was the dream of all young girls and boys in Cloudy Dream City, as well as the dream of countless young girls and boys in the North Sea Empire, because it represented the highest glory of the young generation of warriors.
The old teacher Ding Sans.h.i.+ nodded approvingly.
Then his eyes scanned the cla.s.sroom and fell on Lin Beichen again.
The dude was still in a daze.
Who could bear it?
The old teacher almost freaked out. He really wanted to rush over and rub the fool on the ground 100 times.
At the thought of what the Heaven-fighting Marquis had said to him before he left, Ding Sans.h.i.+ had to suppress his desire to yell.
He cleared his throat and said, with forced sweetness, "Lin Beichen, you've been in this cla.s.s for a year, but you've scored zero in both theory and practice on all the monthly exams. You're the oldest in the cla.s.s, but you're only a first-grade warrior. You are a mess in both theory and martial arts. And you're still not paying attention in cla.s.s. Don't you feel ashamed?"
"Not really," Lin Beichen answered offhand without raising his head.
He was still studying his phone.
"You..."
Ding Sans.h.i.+ choked on his words.
This little b.a.s.t.a.r.d!
Ahhh! He could hardly contain his anger.
He raised his voice and scolded him angrily, "Your father, the Heaven-fighting Marquis, is one of the 10 Greatest Generals of our empire. He guards the borders for the empire, shedding blood and sweats. Your elder sister Lin Tingchan is the legend and pride of the young generation of swordsmen in our Wind-language Province. As the legitimate son of Marquis, you are so indifferent when you have set such a shameful record!"
"What do you want me to do?"
Lin Beichen asked impatiently, "Am I proud of that record? No!"
"You..."
The old teacher Ding Sans.h.i.+ choked on his words again.
Listen!
What did he say?
"Don't forget, Lin Beichen, you've been expelled from the First Provincial Junior College and the Second Provincial Junior College. If you are expelled from our Third College, you will no longer be eligible to study in any college under our empire's law."
The old teacher roared with
He clenched his fists, worried that he could not help it, and rushed to punch the fop to death.
At this point, Lin Beichen finally put down his phone.
He stood up and retorted forcefully, "What difference does it make to fire me?"
"Who am I?"
"The legitimate son of the Heaven-fighting Marquis!"
"What is a legitimate son? Do you understand?"
"I, Lin Beichen, am a handsome man who will inherit the Heaven-fighting Marquis's position sooner or later. Hha, when the time comes, even if I don't do anything, I will still be able to enjoy a luxury life, served by many wives and concubines and protected by plenty of guards. I can sleep until I wake up naturally, and have more money than I can count... Do I still need to cultivate hard?"
"It's impossible for me to cultivate. I won't cultivate all my life."
"Even if I, Lin Beichen, starve to death, die outside, and jump down from here, I will not cultivate every day like you trash."
His pa.s.sionate declaration echoed around the cla.s.sroom.
So, in the beautiful suns.h.i.+ne in early summer, the second-grade cla.s.sroom appeared holy and solemn. Under the astounded gaze of 60 students in the cla.s.s, Ding Sans.h.i.+, an old teacher with 15 years' rich teaching experience, was defeated by the greatest fop of Cloudy Dream City.
It sounded as though Lin Beichen's impa.s.sioned declaration was echoing around the cla.s.sroom.
Ding Sans.h.i.+ covered his heart and held the desk.
At this point—
Bang!
The door was smashed open.
"Young Master, bad news, Young Master..."
A howl broke the silence of the cla.s.sroom, and a thin older man in his fifties, with furtive eyes, hurried in.
"Steward w.a.n.g?"
Lin Beichen was startled.
He recognized that the old man rus.h.i.+ng in was the steward of the Mansion of Heaven-fighting Marquis.
"Young Master, bad news, it's a disaster. Our sky has fallen..."
When he saw Lin Beichen, Steward w.a.n.g rushed over, grabbed him by the thigh and began to cry.
"Get out of here. Your snot got on my school uniform... Don't touch me." Lin Beichen kicked the old man away in disgust and asked, "What do you mean? Make yourself clear, or I'll break your leg."
He behaved with ferocity.
He had no other choice, because Lin Beichen was an arrogant fop.
If he didn't behave like this, he wouldn't look like Lin Beichen.
If he didn't act like Lin Beichen, he would be suspect.
In that case, he was in danger of being dragged to the temple square and burned to death.
"Young Master, Master is in trouble. An imperial commissioner just came to our mansion with a great army, and read out the imperial decree that Master had disobeyed orders at the front, and acted on his own will, resulting in an ambush and the annihilation of 50,000 elite troops. Master has fled to escape punishment... Our mansion was sealed up; the servants were dismissed; the t.i.tle of the Marquis was stripped..."
Steward w.a.n.g wailed as if in mourning.
What?
Lin Beichen was astounded.
"Wait, you dog, don't cry yet... Tell me quickly, did the decree mention me?" Lin Beichen asked quickly.
This seemed to destroy his family.
Now that he was the legitimate son of a guilty minister, would the emperor order his troops to capture him and put him to death by dismembering his body?
In that case, he had to run for his life.
"Yes," replied Steward w.a.n.g, lamenting, "the imperial decree says that considering that Young Master is a fool, the emperor has dismissed you as a commoner and left you to rot in Cloudy Dream City..."
Lin Beichen was relieved.
In that sense, the emperor was humane.
Unexpectedly, the previous Lin Beichen's brain disease saved his life at the critical moment.
Then, he needn't be afraid.
"Young Master, what should we do? Young Master, the Lin family is finished..."
In the quiet cla.s.sroom, Steward w.a.n.g continued to howl, holding Lin Beichen by the thigh.
"What are you fretting about? We still have my sister."
Lin Beichen was as cool as a cuc.u.mber when it was none of his business.
The tough girl of 16 was a once-in-century genius, called 'the unsurpa.s.sed genius of the whole empire waiting for her to grow up'. Not only was she powerful, but she also said to be known for her ruthlessness.