Chapter 4

Ye Xuan looked at them, then looked at the blue and white robe on himself, and suddenly felt that his outfit was actually "low-key." At least the attire of Wangquan Baye in his youth looked no different from ancient costumes, and those who didn't know Wangquan Baye very well wouldn't be able to tell at all.

Shaking his head, Ye Xuan lifted his foot and stepped into the school gate, the robe swaying slightly with his steps, and the Wangquan Sword at his waist reflecting a touch of gilded dark patterns in the morning light.

Indeed, Ye Xuan's outfit could be considered "low-key" compared to other students, but he forgot that the natural swordsman temperament after fusing with the Wangquan Baye template became the most eye-catching existence among the many deliberately dressed "cosplayers."

As he walked into the school gate, two girls who were arguing about the "Demon Slayer" breathing technique stopped talking, and the sun umbrella shaped like a Nichirin sword "clattered" to the ground; not far away, a boy who was posing with the Wind-Wielder Sword of "Winnie" from Genshin Impact had a shaky hand, and the glass bead on the hilt almost flew off.

Even the dean of students himself subconsciously lifted the eye patch on his face a little, looking at Ye Xuan with some confusion.

Is this a student from their school? Are you sure it's not a character from some work invading reality?

This appearance, this temperament, this posture—it didn't look like acting at all.

"Which show is this character from? Why haven't I seen him before?"

Someone muttered in a low voice.

"Damn, how can he be so handsome?"

"I used to think that so-called temperament was all blown out of proportion, but now looking at this person, I feel that even if he didn't have a sword at his waist, I would subconsciously feel that he is a swordsman."

"Wait, I saw it; there are words on his hilt, it seems to be 'Wangquan'..."

"Wangquan? Could it be 'Fox Spirit Matchmaker'?"

"So the clothes he's wearing are Wangquan Fugui? Or Wangquan Baye?"

"It shouldn't be Wangquan Fugui; it's a bit like Wangquan Baye when he was young, the time when he first met Dongfang Huai Zhu."

"The seventh day of the seventh lunar month, Huai Water Bamboo Pavilion..."

Someone recited softly, with a bit of melancholy in their tone, as if thinking of something sad.

"The Bamboo Industry Chapter is a bit cruel."

"I still don't dare to watch it a second time."

"Who says it isn't?"

The boy next to him also sighed.

"When I watched the Wangquan Chapter before, I only thought Wangquan Fugui's father wasn't a good thing, but after watching the Bamboo Industry Chapter, I instead understood the difficulties of that old thing."

"At the beginning, he was also a high-spirited youth."

Talking about this, they couldn't help but feel some regret.

After all, they were high school students, at the age of liking to watch anime, and Fox Spirit was one of the best among domestic anime, so they naturally had watched it, but it was precisely because they had watched it that they were like this.

The short time together of lovers who loved each other but eventually parted in life and death—the influence of such a story on them, who longed for but had never experienced love, was, to some extent, really too profound.

With Ye Xuan's five senses at this time, he could naturally hear the discussion of the students around him, which was deliberately lowered but incomparably clear, but he didn't care.

Just like the note given by the system before fusing with the Wangquan Baye template, he only obtained all the talents and abilities of Wangquan Baye, and did not fuse with his memories, personality, and emotions.

For him, Dongfang Huai Zhu was also just an anime character he liked, and he wouldn't be moved by hearing the story he had already watched.

He walked past the fountain at the entrance of the teaching building, and a dull "thud" suddenly came from behind him. A girl holding a bird-headed summoning staff from Cardcaptor Sakura tripped on the flat ground, and her phone drew a parabola in the air, about to fall straight into the fountain pool.

"Be careful."

He scooped it up casually, the tip of the Wangquan scabbard lightly touching the water surface, and the falling phone suddenly floated up as if violating the laws of physics, landing steadily on the head of the girl who had already fallen to the ground.

"Clatter."

"Ouch, it hurts, wait, it doesn't hurt?"

The whole set of actions was smooth and flowing, not even wetting the corner of his clothes by half. If it weren't for the exclamation of the girl who climbed up from the ground, rubbing her head thinking it would be very painful, only to find it didn't hurt, it would have been even more perfect.

"Thank you."

The girl stood up. Although it felt a bit strange that the phone fell on her head, it was indeed a good thing that the phone didn't fall into the water, so she still said thank you.

"You're welcome."

Ye Xuan's tone was flat, and his gaze stayed on her head for a moment—well, it wasn't red, the force was controlled very well.

He was indeed intentional. For him, who had fused with the Wangquan Baye template, controlling his own power was a very basic thing, and he wouldn't be unable to control the force in his hand;

As for why he chose the other party's head, he just felt that it didn't seem good for the girl to be hit in other places.

After all, everyone seemed to have some particularly sensitive parts, and they would tremble like an electric shock if touched. He didn't feel anything himself, but some people around him were like this. He didn't know much about girls, and if it landed on a part of her body that was sensitive, it should have some influence, right?

So he chose the head, feeling that there shouldn't be anyone whose head was sensitive.

And because human heads are relatively fragile, he deliberately controlled the force, which was also the reason why the other party felt it didn't hurt.

Facts proved that he did a good job.

Ye Xuan thought in his heart, then continued to walk forward. The girl seemed to want to say something, but seeing that Ye Xuan had already left, she hurriedly shouted:

"Wait!"

"Which class are you in?"

"Senior year."

Ye Xuan answered without looking back.

"My name is Lin Xue! Class 5, Sophomore year!"

"I'll treat you to milk tea next time!"

The girl shouted from behind.

Ye Xuan didn't respond, just raised his hand and waved.

Not far away, several girls who witnessed the whole process were excitedly grabbing each other's arms: "Too handsome! Even saving someone is so cold and cool!"

"It's just a bit different from what I thought. How could the phone land on her head? It should have landed on her back."

"What do you know! This is called contrast! It's interesting only when it lands on the head, and what's the difference between landing on the back and landing on the head? Isn't it all landing on the body?"

"Eh, it seems a bit wrong. Didn't you notice? That boy just now didn't seem to say which class he was in, only that he was a senior."

"That's normal. Seniors are now the key focus of teachers. If he tells her which class he's in, and then she goes to find him, what should he do? The teacher will definitely warn them."

"He obviously considered this point, worried that the girl would be scolded by the teacher, so he didn't tell her. It's really too thoughtful."

"..."

Ye Xuan listened to the sound coming from his ears, his lips twitching slightly.

Are you doing reading comprehension?

And even if you are doing reading comprehension, hearing him say he is a senior, shouldn't you think about how he is indirectly telling the other party not to develop a good impression of him?

Worried that the girl would be scolded by the teacher? Where did you get the inspiration for this from an idol drama? By the way, do idol dramas now even have this kind of plot?

Are you sure you won't be scolded for being overly sentimental?

He only saved the phone, not a human life.

(End of chapter)