At this moment, Nan Hou Xiang was looking at his 'older brother' with a sneer too. "I heard that you're wounded, Older Brother. I didn't expect you to heal so quickly and come to the academy."
"Since I've already recovered, naturally I should return to the academy. I wouldn't want to lose my chance to study," Nan Hua retorted calmly.
"Study, is it? I heard that your result has been so poor lately, Older Brother. Do you perhaps need some help to study? I can spare you some time to help you study." Nan Hou Xiang smiled.
His insinuation was clear: he, as the younger brother, was smarter than Nan Luo. It was to the point that the older brother would need the younger brother to help him out.
Feng Ao Si's face darkened.
However, Nan Hua merely chuckled. "You? I'm afraid that your help will be unnecessary for me. If you're so worried about my result why don't you try to increase your training in the martial arts too so that you wouldn't always be looking up."
One could only look up when they were at the bottom.
Nan Luo knew that Nan Hou Xiang's martial arts were relatively poor. It was always the key point that Nan Luo used to mock his younger brother. The two of them would always find another term to speak of how poor the other party was.
Nan Hou Xiang's eyes turned cold. "I see that you've grown more confident, Older Brother. In that case, I won't disturb you."
"I wouldn't disturb you from studying either." Nan Hua showed a smile filled with mockery.
As Nan Hou Xiang walked away, Feng Ao Si snorted. "Don't pay attention to him. He's only jealous because of your ability."
Nan Hua arched her eyebrows. "Nan Hou Xiang naturally walks a different path compared to me because his future lies inside the hall. I'm pursuing a path where I can roam around freely and not restricted by these rules."
"Good point!"
"Of course!"
Feng Ao Kuai was looking at Nan Hua with complicated feeling inside his heart. He had been thinking that it would be hard for him to think of Nan Hua as Nan Luo but right now… he kept on forgetting that the person in front of him was Nan Hua.
The way she walked, the way she talked, the way her expression mocked the other party.
Everything was the perfect replica of Nan Luo.
It was so scary to think that the person in front of him was the very same person who had been keeping an indifferent expression all the time. Not only indifferent, she was also someone who didn't usually say much and acted in accordance to women's etiquette.
But now, she was breaking all of them.
The lesson started and they were learning how to speak. It was a rather boring class and most students were struggling to stay awake. Even the males had to be careful with their words, which was why this class was made.
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