Chapter 23.1

The Song family resides in an old residential area that was built in the last century, so it lacked an elevator.

The old couple has never moved elsewhere because this location is close to both of their workplaces and within a reputable school district.

Yu Tingfeng followed behind Song Zhaolan as they entered the corridor and ascended the stairs. When they passed the third floor, the enticing aroma of food wafted out from a certain household, making the mouth water.

Just as Yu Tingfeng was pondering, he noticed Song Zhaolan stopping in front of that particular door. He asks, “Isn’t your home on the fourth floor?”

“Hmm, I just want a whiff,” replied Song Zhaolan.

Yu Tingfeng: …

The two of them stood at the door for a whole minute, and Yu Tingfeng could even hear footsteps from inside. Just as he was about to call him away, before he could open his mouth, Song Zhaolan swiftly turned around and ascended the stairs.

His movements are so skillful that it makes one feel distressed.

Yu Tingfeng: …

Is this person truly his own rival?

If they were in a martial arts competition or a duel, would Song Zhaolan surrender immediately if he hung a chicken leg to his weapon?

While contemplating this question, he heard Song Zhaolan say, “We’ve arrived, come in.”

As the door opened, Yu Tingfeng saw a modest and clean home with simple decorations, completely different from his own.

Although there are only two people, him and Yu Huan in the house. Yu Huan is fond of shopping, resulting in a heap of peculiar gadgets that, at first glance, seem highly advanced but ultimately end up covered in dust.

He had very little pocket money because Yu Huan spent it all on knife handles.

“Sit down.” Song Zhaolan pointed to the sofa, then turned and entered the room.

Yu Tingfeng: ???

Instead of offering me water, why don’t you just tell me what to do next?

Deciding to take matters into his own hands, Yu Tingfeng picked up a cup and walked over to the water dispenser to fill it.

Finally, Song Zhaolan emerged from the bedroom, glanced at him, and silently headed to the kitchen.

Yu Tingfeng: …

Do you have any self-awareness as the host at all?

After a moment, Song Zhaolan finally came out, holding a kitchen knife. “My weapons have all been confiscated. Why don’t you try using this and see if you can execute the Dragon Breaking Sword?”

Yu Tingfeng: …

Why do I feel like I’ve fallen into a pit of fire?

My butt hasn’t warmed up yet, and now you want to see my special skill?

“Can’t do it.”

“Then what kind of knife should be used?”

“Why don’t you think about it.” Yu Tingfeng snatched the knife from him and tossed his backpack in front of him. “Don’t forget our main objective.”

Song Zhaolan: “I haven’t forgotten. Didn’t you promise to demonstrate the Dragon Breaking Sword for me?”

Yu Tingfeng: “Don’t think that just because you asked, I would agree! I didn’t give you an answer!”

“Isn’t that implied?”


Yu Tingfeng stared into his eyes for a moment and realized there’s no hint of mockery or amusement. He sensed that Song Zhaolan is genuinely ignited with martial spirit.

They can’t continue this conversation, or it will be endless.

So, Yu Tingfeng started negotiating with him: “How about this? You give me makeup lessons, and for each lesson, I’ll demonstrate one move of the Dragon Breaking Sword.”

Song Zhaolan gladly agreed, and asked him to ask any questions about things he didn’t understand.

Yu Tingfeng casually took out a stack of papers, flipped through them, and pointed to the last math problem, asking, “How do you solve this?”

Song Zhaolan glanced at it and said, “I don’t know.”

Yu Tingfeng: ??

No, why are you putting on such a confident expression? !

“What about this one?” Yu Tingfeng took out a physics paper and randomly pointed to a question.

Song Zhaolan: “I haven’t figured this one out either.”

Yu Tingfeng slammed his hand on the table, veins popping on his forehead. “Then what do you want me to ask?”

“I just asked you to ask, I didn’t say I would know the answers.” Song Zhaolan calmly looks at him. “Unfortunately, I don’t know the ones you asked. You’re really impressive.”

Yu Tingfeng: …

Song Zhaolan took out his own assignments and papers, placed them on the table, and turned to him, asking, “What do we do now?”

“You’re asking me?” Yu Tingfeng clenches his fist. “I came to you for this f*king problem, didn’t I? Help me with my studies.”

“Alright, just don’t forget to demonstrate the Dragon Breaking Sword later.” Song Zhaolan said, taking Yu Tingfeng’s papers and carefully examining them. “Let’s see which subject you’re struggling with… Hmm, it seems you’re struggling in every subject.”

Yu Tingfeng: “…Of course, otherwise would I be lagging behind in every subject?”

“Wait for me.” Song Zhaolan got up and returned to the bedroom, bringing out a stack of books and placing them on the table, causing a cloud of dust to fly up.

Yu Tingfeng waved his hand to fan away the dust and leaned over to take a look. “What are these? Junior high textbooks?”

Song Zhaolan nodded. “If your foundation is weak, you’ll have to start from the junior high textbooks.”

Yu Tingfeng felt like his intelligence was being questioned. He was about to refuse when he heard Song Zhaolan say, “I’ve been studying these at home recently, and I do feel that some things are easier to understand.”

“You study them too?”

“Yes.” Song Zhaolan pointed to his head. “Because there are things I can’t remember, so after reading them once, I can remember them well.”

Yu Tingfeng looked up at him and suddenly asked, “Do you have photographic memory?”


“Then you can memorize martial arts manuals at a glance too?”


“No wonder.”

“What about you? Don’t you need to read manuals?”

“I don’t.”


“I learn directly through actual combat.” Yu Tingfeng smiled mysteriously. “Besides, there are many people rushing to teach me martial arts and impart internal strength to me.”

“Interesting,” Song Zhaolan remarked.

Hearing the envy in his tone, Yu Tingfeng only shrugged his lips. “What’s so great about it? It’s better to be like you, inexperienced and ridiculously innocent, only concerned about eating.”

“An empty sack can’t stand upright. Isn’t eating good food what life is all about?” Song Zhaolan said, patting his stomach and then rushing back to the room.

“You’re not going to get elementary school textbooks again, are you?” Yu Tingfeng shouted.

“No.” Song Zhaolan took out two large apples, washed them, and threw one to him.

“Give it to me? Are you willing?” Yu Tingfeng held the apple, looking at him incredulously.

“My parents will be back soon to cook, so I can give this to you.” Song Zhaolan generously said.


Yu Tingfeng took a few bites of the apple, and suddenly a shadow fell beside him. Song Zhaolan sat directly next to him, biting his apple, while his hands were picking up the books.

Yu Tingfeng turned and glanced at him.

“Let’s start with this one. You need to build a solid foundation in math,” Song Zhaolan handed him the book of first year of junior high. “Why are you laughing?”

“Did I laugh?” Yu Tingfeng’s expression turned serious. “Are you blind?”

“But you were just…” Before Song Zhaolan could finish his sentence, the book in his hand was snatched away. He didn’t pursue it any further and started reading the  book of first year of high school.

After a while, Yu Tingfeng couldn’t sit still. He couldn’t understand the combination of Chinese characters, Arabic numerals, and letters in these books. It was ten times harder than practicing martial arts!

It would be better to go back to the Demonic alley and fight those lunatics!

Flipping through a couple more pages, feeling bored, his gaze inadvertently swept over and saw Song Zhaolan earnestly studying the textbook while one hand was scribbling down the calculation on the scratch paper.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a sacred light onto the desk. It illuminated Song Zhaolan’s entire side profile, warm and flawless, with strands of hair shimmering.

His profile looked incredibly serious, with no impurities in his gaze, as if he were bathed in light.

A seemingly unremarkable memory suddenly popped into Yu Tingfeng’s mind. It was probably from his early childhood when he secretly ran out of the Demonic Sect to play in the nearby town.

At that time, no one knew he was the young master of the Demonic Sect. Some passersby found him cute and gave him some food.

Grateful for the kindness of strangers, he happily ran around on the street but accidentally bumped into another boy of about the same age. Both of them stood up, simultaneously bowed to each other, and apologized.

Then, they locked eyes and burst into laughter together.


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Wu Lin No. 1 Middle School

Wu Lin No. 1 Middle School

Status: Completed Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Chinese
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