The Marshal's Wife is Wild-Chapter 75 - 74 Kick the Table Out for Excitement

Following the direction Liu Hang pointed, Xu An looked and his face instantly darkened.

The girl stood under a ginkgo tree, hands tucked into her pockets, idly kicking the leaves at her feet. A gentle breeze gently lifted her jet-black long hair. She wasn’t breathtakingly stunning, but she was beautiful like a landscape.

“Dream on, don’t even think about it,” Xu An glared at his unreliable brother.

“Huh? Why are you so worked up? Wait until I win her over, then you can be happy for me,” Liu Hang said, thinking he was suave as he ran a hand through his hair.

Xu An removed Liu Hang’s hand from his shoulder and threw it aside, disgusted, “Stop hitting on my sister; she’s married.”

“What? Your sister? That’s your sister? No, wait! The point is, she’s married? Married! Married so young?” Liu Hang’s expressions changed dramatically several times, quite a sight to behold.

Finally, he sighed deeply, “Ah! What a waste!”

Xu An didn’t bother with him anymore and went downstairs.

Liu Hang followed him out, bombarding him with questions.

“Is that really your sister? Isn’t your sister the Princess Consort?”

“Ah, why does your sister look so different from her online pictures?”

“Is your sister’s constitution really F? Does the Royal Family have no objections?”

Xu An, annoyed by Liu Hang’s endless questions, said, “If you don’t want to run out of Energy Fruit, then shut up. And since you’re up to no good, you’re not allowed to follow me.”

Liu Hang closed his mouth and stood there, pouting at Xu An’s retreating figure, “Tch, am I that type of person?”

In no time at all, Xu An reached Qu Tong.

Qu Tong was as she always had been, liking to tilt her head and sweetly call out to him.

But instead of calling him brother like before, she now called him ‘bro.’ She wouldn’t throw herself into his arms anymore. Perhaps she had grown up without realizing it.

Xu An wanted to pat Qu Tong’s head but decided against it, instead taking the food box she handed him and putting it in his Space Button.

“Let’s go; I’ll accompany you to your military theory class,” he said.

He had taken the class long ago and earned the full points, but he didn’t mind attending once more with his sister.

Even though Qu Tong’s major was in the Pharmaceutical Department, many of the courses were taken together, and the biggest classes were divided into several groups at most.

After all, this was a military academy, and the Pharmaceutical Department mainly served military purposes.

Then, Qu Tong saw the old man who had given the last speech at the opening ceremony.

Xu An introduced him, saying that the old man was Zhu Jidan, the freshman year head teacher, responsible for military theory knowledge, with two compulsory classes every week; missing out would mean a deduction of points.

“What, Boiled Egg?” Qu Tong, who was sleepy, lifted her head.

Which led to a burst of quiet laughter from everyone around.

Xu An quickly put her hand to her lips, “Keep it down, it’s ‘Ji’ as in the princess Ji and ‘Dan’ as in New Year’s Day. Director Zhu is very serious during class. If he catches us, we’ll be punished by having to clean the library.”

“Oh, oh.” Qu Tong nodded quietly.

The Egg Boiling class was so boring, with a monotone speech throughout and the knowledge discussed was so all over the place, it truly had a gift for hypnosis.

Halfway through the class, Director Zhu started asking questions. The once buzzing classroom instantly fell silent, leaving only the intentionally subdued sound of breathing.

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Director Zhu’s gaze landed on the last two rows and eventually settled on the student in front of Qu Tong, who was daydreaming and another who was sleeping.

Just as he was about to speak, daydreaming Cheng Yao suddenly lifted his head, meeting Egg Boiling in a big eye to small eye stare, his heart skipped a beat.

His brain went into overdrive at this moment, and an idea flashed through his mind.

He pushed Fei Wenxing next to him awake, while raising his hand high, shouting, “Director, Fei Wenxing says he knows how to solve this problem!”

Fei Wenxing, nudged by his desk mate and hearing his own name, thought he had been called on.

He stood up from his seat, with the imprint of a pen holder on his face still showing red, and his large eyes filled with pure stupidity.

Seeing someone stand up voluntarily, Egg Boiling didn’t feel it was right to call on anyone else.

“Then Fei Wenxing, why don’t you explain this problem to the new students who have just started school,” he said.

“What?” Fei Wenxing widened his eyes in confusion. As it dawned on him, he turned towards his side to see the main culprit, struggling to suppress his laughter so hard that his face was beet red, and stared in astonishment.

Cheng Yao revealed a mischievous smile, brothers are meant to take the fall for each other, better a poor monk than a poor teammate.

The military theory class was indeed a bit dull, both smelly and long, and no matter how much sleep one got the night before, you’d still fall asleep listening to Egg Boiling’s class.

So Fei Wenxing didn’t even know what the question was, standing up with a confused face and sitting down with the same look, inevitably facing a scolding.

As soon as Fei Wenxing sat down, the dagger looks from Fei Wenxing towards Cheng Yao never stopped.

Cheng Yao remained completely unaffected, leisurely leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed, responding with a bright smile.

Under Egg Boiling’s occasional glances that seemed to look at him like he was hopeless mud that couldn’t stick to the wall, Fei Wenxing dared not make any sudden moves.

Finally, nearing the end of class, Egg Boiling turned to write notes on the blackboard.

Fei Wenxing leaned close to Cheng Yao, whose eyes fought to stay open, and whispered, “Cheng Yao, class is almost over.”

Half-asleep, Cheng Yao, for whom ‘class is over’ was embedded in his DNA, reflexively stood up with a “whoosh,” causing the table to fly out a good distance due to his excessive movement, as he was sitting on the edge by the aisle.

Cheng Yao instinctively started to run out of the classroom, only to be pulled back by Fei Wenxing.

Cheng Yao had a bad feeling.

And sure enough, he turned to find all the other students sitting obediently, all eyes glued on him—where had class ended?

Egg Boiling frowned, “Why did you stand up?”

He sneered, “What, are you dissatisfied with my teaching methods? So you kick your table out to liven things up?”

Disrupting the class was a matter could be either trivial or serious.

After being reprimanded by Egg Boiling, Cheng Yao was punished with cleaning the library.

After he sat down, Fei Wenxing slowly smiled and said, “Justice is clear, karma never misses.”

No sooner had he spoken…

“And you!”

“Fei Wenxing!!” Egg Boiling’s furious voice rose.

“Such a simple problem and you can’t solve it, laughing like a big idiot, you and him both, get to the library to clean after class,” he said.

Fei Wenxing’s smile gradually faded, “?”