Chapter 1925 — Power Up
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Ah!" Wang Xinyan had not expected Wei Zhao to wake before her. So had his closed eyes been feigned sleep? The wretch—awake, and still taking advantage of her... No, wait... It suddenly occurred to Wang Xinyan that if Wei Zhao had wanted to take advantage, he could simply have held her close. Why go to such lengths?
On reflection, Wang Xinyan understood: Wei Zhao had likely seen how soundly she slept and refrained from disturbing her. Even so, she was still deeply embarrassed. "I... I got a little cold in the middle of the night..."
"Ha... it's nothing. I don't mind being a warm stove." Wei Zhao meant it—he truly did not mind. He had already been rather fond of Wang Xinyan to begin with, and now that he had discovered the fragrance upon her benefited his cultivation, he not only did not mind, he positively welcomed it.
"Ah... I'm getting up..." Seeing that their exchange was growing more and more ambiguous by the moment, Wang Xinyan quickly rose from the bed...
In fact, many of the other students were awake by then too; the sky was simply still early, and with some time yet before six o'clock, they lingered in bed hoping for a little more rest.
Wang Xinyan got up, went to the washroom, and splashed water on her face. Wei Zhao rose as well. Seeing that others were up, Bai Weituo, as class monitor, could hardly be the one to lie in—though the first to rise had been Wei Zhao and Wang Xinyan, the vice monitor, so Bai Weituo felt no particular shame.
"Woo—woo—woo—" The stirring reveille rang out. Five fifty—time to get ready!
Every student in the barracks came running out and formed up in ranks before the building.
At six o'clock sharp, Chen Yuxuan appeared right on time, and the day's training began.
The first three days of training were simple enough—all things everyone had practiced back in middle school and high school: goose-stepping, quick marching, formation changes, and the like. Tiring as the day left them, everyone could still hold out.
In the mess hall, no further unpleasantness occurred. With Zhang Duopan and Fan Ganhe as an example before them, no one dared stir up trouble again. As for how the two had been dealt with, apart from Zhang Duopan and Fan Ganhe themselves, who simmered with resentment, no one else felt Chen Yuxuan had been unfair.
The whole affair had been started by the two of them in the first place. Wei Zhao's hand had been a little ruthless, true, but he had been standing up for a classmate, which everyone regarded as an act of loyalty. That he had gone unpunished showed that Instructor Chen Yuxuan was fair-minded.
In truth, had it not been Wei Zhao, Chen Yuxuan would likely have dealt with him alongside the others; but where Wei Zhao was concerned, he had naturally shown some favoritism.
To Wei Zhao's regret, he did not see Gu Mengyao or Shen Yushu in the mess hall.
Training of this intensity was nothing at all to Wei Zhao. What delighted him most was the moment each night when he slept beside Wang Xinyan.
It was not that Wei Zhao was lustful; it was that the fragrance upon Wang Xinyan could make his cultivation progress faster.
Three days—three days of cultivation were enough to match the progress of half a month before.