Chapter 84

It doesn't really matter whether the name is important or not; being in a hidden state suits him better, and it's best if no one knows.

The most important thing is that the contribution points have arrived!

Yue Heng was overjoyed, feeling that this was truly a timely help. He was short of money, and the other party had truly delivered: "Thank you, Mr. Du. I just hope the Academy isn't too stingy this time. In the past, they only gave a thousand contribution points for a resonant essay, which was really too miserly... I would be willing to pay a thousand contribution points to see who would sell me a resonant essay. Isn't that discouraging everyone's creative passion?"

"You..."

Mr. Du felt his stomach churning. He couldn't stay any longer, or he would be so angry that he would spurt blood again.

Seeing that the stone tablet had over fifty thousand contribution points, Yue Heng was ecstatic.

Excluding the previous remainder, he roughly calculated that "On Teachers," five "Encouragement of Learning" essays, and half of "The Prodigy's Poem" had earned him fifty thousand contribution points from the Academy to silence him.

Yue Heng himself didn't know what fifty thousand contribution points meant. If he knew that those who had toiled for ten years in the county academy, entered and exited the demon beast mountains multiple times, and were about to graduate as third-level scholars, the best of the best, only had a few thousand contribution points, he might have felt a bit surprised and fortunate.

Mr. Du continued, "Because the matter of being registered as a literary name must go through the Chu Kingdom's Ministry of Literature, the procedures are complicated. Therefore, the Academy has decided to temporarily keep you in the child scholar's uniform. After the spring hunt, you will participate in the 'National Mourning' illusion test for second-level students, and then the number of literary symbols and your realm will be evaluated."

Yue Heng understood. He vaguely guessed that the Qi County Ministry of Literature had deliberately concealed his second-level student status. He had always tried to keep a low profile, but some people couldn't stand his humble background, his appearance with a beauty, or his friendship with the Ji family, which forced him to take action.

"Mr. Du, I couldn't be more grateful. I hope to be as low-key as possible!"

This was Yue Heng's inner monologue, but when Mr. Du and the other three heard it, one of them rolled his eyes and almost fainted, while the other two couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Is this being low-key?

You were just enrolled and were already called a 'ferocious child scholar.' Is this being low-key?

You didn't stay in the proper dormitory but set up a tent at the array eye and used a warning literary disk to guard it. Is this being low-key?

On your first class as a child scholar, you forced Mr. Du to spit blood. Is this being low-key?

You wrote five "Encouragement of Learning" essays, three of which were resonant, two were excellent, and one was a shocking half-finished poem that made someone willing to self-destruct their Fuxi literary disk to activate the heavenly thunder array to destroy the poem. Is this being low-key?

After writing "Encouragement of Learning," you wrote "On Teachers," and even wrote a resonant essay on how to be a teacher, making your teacher lose face. Is this being low-key?

And the luxurious troop and grain transport vehicle that even the instructors can't afford, and the stone tablet with tens of thousands of contribution points you received just a few days after entering the Academy... Low-key, Lord Yue, you are indeed low-key!

Mr. Du's face turned pale, and he almost cried out of委屈 (grievance). He couldn't stay any longer and hurriedly said, "Yue Heng, take care of yourself in the future!"

With that, he turned and left without hesitation.

The two who accompanied him were also helpless, but since Mr. Du had finished the main task, they added a few details and left with strange expressions, starting to chuckle as soon as they turned around.

This time, Yue Heng truly felt vindicated. No one in the county academy could provoke him. If anyone provoked him, they had to be prepared for his retaliation. He didn't start trouble, but he wasn't afraid of it!

Not long after, Liu Jingtong's carriage arrived, and Yue Heng quickly packed and left the literary academy.

The carriage drove towards the secular area outside the academy. In the dim night, the field of vision was narrow, and the carriage couldn't speed up. Yue Heng noticed this and secretly thought, "Why not find an opportunity to try a lens spotlight or a xenon lamp with a beast soul?"

He didn't know how long the carriage had been driving or where they had arrived. When the carriage stopped, Yue Heng looked out the window. The stars were brilliant, and the lights were dazzling. As soon as he left the soundproof compartment, the bustling and noisy sounds filled his ears, full of the warmth of the secular world.

This was a bustling commercial street. At least six carriages could travel side by side. Although it was already night, the street was crowded with people, the lights were bright, the shops were open, and tourists were coming and going, making it lively and bustling.

"Supreme Wine Tower? What a majestic and powerful name. I wonder if the Three Pure Ones have charged them for the naming rights!" Yue Heng smiled inwardly at the name of the wine tower behind the carriage. Seeing a doorman welcoming him, he put away his smile.

"Is the guest Yue Heng, Lord Yue?" the doorman asked with a smile.

"Yes, that's me," Yue Heng replied with a smile and a nod.

The doorman respectfully said, "Please follow me, Lord Yue."

Yue Heng casually handed over a small silver ingot, and the doorman smiled even more, leading the way with great enthusiasm and a particularly good attitude.

The Supreme Wine Tower should be the most luxurious wine tower in Qi City, as judged by the identities of the guests entering and leaving.

The doorman led him to the fourth floor, where he encountered many guests wearing third-level scholar, third-level warrior, or third-level craftsman uniforms, as well as wealthy merchants dressed in gold and silver silk, and powerful old men with imposing auras who made one feel intimidated just by a glance.

Although the wine tower wasn't large, it was exquisite rather than extensive. For the wine tower, a hundred commoners were not worth one wealthy merchant or high official. Those who could enter the Supreme Wine Tower were either rich or noble, and ordinary people had no right to enter.

Although Yue Heng was wearing a child scholar's robe and was the weakest among those coming and going, no one looked down on him.

The doorman led him to a quiet door on the fourth floor and whispered, "Lord Yue, I will take my leave."

This familiar scene suddenly reminded Yue Heng of the Bright Moon Tower, but he immediately shook his head. How could it be? Su Weiwei was far away in Hong County, six hundred miles away, and this was Qi City. Moreover, he was a humble scholar with ordinary looks and conditions, so he shouldn't have such unrealistic thoughts.

Yue Heng gently pushed the door open, and it creaked slightly. A familiar fragrance blew past, and he almost couldn't believe his eyes. The light blue dress appeared in his line of sight again, and that pitiful and soul-stirring back view was so real.

"Lord Yue~" Su Weiwei's shy call made Yue Heng's thoughts hazy, as if he had forgotten himself.

But in that moment of daze, he thought of the correct answer.

"Indeed, it is Miss Su... I thank Miss Su very much." Yue Heng didn't dare to offend her, standing far away and bowing with clasped hands.

Su Weiwei smiled, her steps light, and she approached him, asking softly, "I don't understand, Lord Yue, what are you thanking me for?"

Yue Heng smelled the increasingly clear fragrance of the young girl, his heart pounding. He took a deep breath and said, "Wasn't the troop and grain transport vehicle not your doing?"

A person who could afford a troop and grain transport vehicle worth over a thousand contribution points was definitely not ordinary. Among those who had a close relationship with Yue Heng or wanted to recruit him, there were only a few. Finally, the person who could invite him for a private meeting through a fourth-level array master like Liu Jingtong was her. If he still couldn't guess the truth, Yue Heng would be hopelessly stupid.

Su Weiwei laughed lightly, her beautiful eyes twinkling. After a brief exchange of glances with Yue Heng's evasive eyes, she turned and walked away, her voice carrying a hint of light joy, "Lord Yue, please sit~"

Yue Heng secretly sighed in relief. Although he had lived two lives and wasn't unfamiliar with women, he really didn't dare to look at this beauty in front of him. He felt that if he continued like this, he would definitely be captivated by her.

How could a pure young man like me be a match for a courtesan who had been dealing with men for years... Yue Heng followed her with a bitter smile and found a side seat to sit down.

Seeing that Yue Heng didn't dare to sit too close to her, Su Weiwei was already laughing uncontrollably in her heart, feeling both shy and proud.

She had seen countless men, but none of them were like Yue Heng, an extremely complex individual. Yue Heng was so talented, yet his background and personal conditions were so poor. Otherwise, if he were like the handsome and wealthy young men of the nobility, with their charm and talent, they would have already approached her, flirted with her, and tried to seduce her.

Clearly admiring her and longing to be close to her, his eyes always darted around, only daring to sneak glances at her, and quickly looking away when their eyes met, like a child caught eating candy.

Clearly possessing great talent, yet when he gifted her a resonant poem, his eyes were clear, completely different from those with minor talents who considered themselves charming.

Clearly eager to meet her, yet he deliberately acted old and formal, hiding his inner nervousness. As soon as she probed, he would immediately retreat, afraid of offending her.

Such a naive young man made Su Weiwei's heart flutter. Her attitude towards Yue Heng changed immediately, no longer just admiring his talent but also feeling a sense of affection for him.

"Great Talent Yue, please have some tea~"

With little acquaintance and few common topics, Su Weiwei carefully chose her words to avoid making Yue Heng uncomfortable. She asked, "I wonder if Great Talent Yue has any new works recently? I am eagerly looking forward to them~"

Yue Heng sipped his tea and stroked his chin, saying, "Songs, like poetry, are not something you can just write whenever you want. Miss Su, you are too kind. I am not a professional musician, nor am I a great talent. Miss Su, please just call me by my name..."

Although a bit disappointed, it was only a fleeting feeling. Su Weiwei's eyebrows slightly raised, and she blushed, saying, "I have one more question, and I hope Lord Yue will not hesitate to teach me. In the song 'Who Says Women Are Inferior to Men,' there is a line that says, 'Many female heroes have also built great achievements, fighting for the country and killing enemies, generation after generation of heroes.' Lord Yue, I wonder what this line refers to and where it comes from?"

"Ah?"

Yue Heng didn't expect this question. How should he answer?