“Uh…” Chang Fei didn’t quite know how to respond to Yue Zhengchu’s views on love from
【No Early Romance and Love Needs Cultivation】
After all, love is such an unpredictable thing, and nowadays people mature early—especially certain girls.
Looking at Yue Zhengchu’s expression, it was obvious she was in full early-romance mode.
Even if you forced someone like a duck onto a roasting rack, they couldn’t possibly maintain that transcendent, otherworldly attitude all the time, right?
Before he could even open his mouth, Yue Zhengchu fixed her gaze on Chang Fei’s eyes and said seriously, “So, you absolutely cannot fall in love early.
It doesn’t matter if the other person is a boy or a girl.
As a child of the Yue Zheng family, you absolutely cannot have early romances!
Our fathers will prepare everything for us; you have nothing to worry about.”
“Hey, hey… can we just skip the political marriage stuff? Nowadays, people talk about freedom to love, right? Besides, you can demand that you don’t fall in love or like anyone, but others won’t necessarily follow your rules, will they? And we certainly can’t control who they like, right?” Chang Fei was a bit annoyed—why did this have to be decided by their fathers?
“Exactly! Class Leader Yue Zheng, what era are we in? Why are you still so old-fashioned?” Obviously, some supported Chang Fei’s point of view.
But most of the girls—including Xu Yiqing and Mo Yanxin—didn’t agree with the following remarks.
Mo Yanxin took the lead, snorting, “I think the Class Leader is right. We’re still too young to even know what we like, yet we’re talking about romance? It’s just childish fantasy. We should be focusing on studying right now.”
“Yeah, we can’t let illusions about love get in the way of our studies. After all, what’s most important for us in the future isn’t getting married, but establishing a career.” Xu Yiqing nodded and supported Mo Yanxin’s words.
Encouraged by Xu Yiqing, Mo Yanxin became even more forceful: “Listen up! Don’t think that girls today can still be trapped by old-fashioned ideas. We’re girls who have stepped out into the world. We won’t just stay home painting, doing housework, or raising kids!”
“Hmph! Isn’t that obvious? You’re still just a kid yourself, wanting to raise kids? You’re the childish one! How ridiculous!” Shu De was the first to step forward and refute Mo Yanxin, and the other boys quickly rallied to his side.
“In the end, you all want to marry a good man! My Mother said that you girls will first look at whether our parents have money, then whether we have money, then if we have a house or a car, and finally how generous the bride price is! You say you want to be independent, but you’ll still end up marrying and having kids. You’re just too young right now!”
“Hmph! Those are bad women you’re talking about. We won’t become like that! We’ll earn our own money, buy big houses, and then have you all move in! And the kids will carry my surname!” Mo Yanxin stood her ground.
Chang Fei had already pulled out his Divine Tablet, aiming it between the two rivals.
On the screen, the red heart rising between them had jumped to 32%, while it had only been 3% just moments ago.
Who was it that said love is something you fight for?
Chang Fei truly admired whoever came up with that line—this was exactly the kind of “love is fought for” situation. What a huge help…
“All right, stop fighting!” Yue Zhengchu raised his voice, looking at the red-faced and neck-strained crowd.
At his shout, everyone couldn’t help but quiet down, turning their eyes to Yue Zhengchu.
Yue Zhengchu glanced at Chang Fei, furrowing his brows slightly, his gaze landing on the Divine Tablet in Chang Fei’s hand.
“Xiao Fei, as the top student in the class, not only did you not stop them, you even took pictures. Isn’t that a bit un-student-like?”
“Why would I stop such a debate?” Chang Fei chuckled.
“You’re still a first-year high school student, right? Your duty is to study hard. I saw you playing on your phone since earlier and secretly taking photos of everyone arguing. That’s no better than a street punk. Hand me your phone; I’ll give it to Teacher Luo Feng. You can get it back after school.” Yue Zhengchu extended his hand seriously—there was none of the earlier approachable vibe.
Chang Fei frowned and withdrew his hand, naturally refusing to hand over the device.
After all, if it were really a phone, Chang Fei would rather avoid trouble and hand it over to prevent disputes.
But this was the Divine Tablet; he didn’t know what would happen to him if he gave it up.
After all, Elder Yue Lao hadn’t told him what the Divine Tablet meant to immortals like them when he left.
Still, to avoid misunderstandings, Chang Fei explained, “Sorry, I can’t give this to you. It’s very important to me.”
“Don’t make excuses. A phone isn’t something important for studying, and holding onto it does nothing but distract you. Our phones are all collected by Teacher Luo Feng. Why do you always have to go against me? Even if you dislike me, you shouldn’t act out of spite.” Yue Zhengchu reached to search Chang Fei’s pockets.
Chang Fei immediately took a small step back to dodge the hand, but Yue Zhengchu was trained in footwork as well.
His hand grasped air, but his steps advanced with a tricky move that blocked Chang Fei’s second step backward.
If Chang Fei retreated, he would stumble over Yue Zhengchu’s foot and fall backward.
However, Chang Fei had grown up fending for himself, a notorious troublemaker leader and a single father.
If he couldn’t handle a little thing like this, he might as well resign as the head of Kill Fox and retire for good.
Since retreat wasn’t an option, Chang Fei turned his original backward step into a pivot, matching Yue Zhengchu’s foot step with his own, leaning forward and crossing bodies with Yue Zhengchu.
Yue Zhengchu couldn’t stabilize the step and, with Chang Fei’s counter-foot, most of his force was neutralized. His center of gravity shifted forward, and he stumbled to one side.
Chang Fei quickly withdrew his foot, stepping back and spinning to the left—exactly opposite to Yue Zhengchu’s side—putting a good two steps’ distance between them.
Everyone’s eyes went wide.
Young as they were, their emotions were clearly written on their faces.
Chang Fei’s sliding step out of Yue Zhengchu’s reach was perfectly clear to all the students.
A smile returned to Chang Fei’s face.
From this, he roughly estimated how many students in the class weren’t ordinary.
This was an unexpected gain—he hadn’t planned to use himself as bait to find out how many were, as Teacher Xiao said, not ordinary.
In the end, Chang Fei could only sigh at his miserable fate.
Why was it that when others played immortals, pretending to be cool meant dazzling enemies and winning instantly; but when he tried to look cool, he was forced by his own brother into a corner, dodging to keep his Divine Tablet safe?
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