Fu Chengyun was becoming angry.
He could clearly sense that both Mo Gan Yun and Fang Che utterly disregarded his words, not even listening to him.
As a genius, he had always been proud and arrogant. When had he ever been so ignored?
"Say sothing? Do sothing?"
Mo Gan Yun looked at him curiously.
He asked, "Why?"
This question stumped Fu Chengyun.
I was helping you clear the fog to see Fang Che’s true colors. Why are you reacting like this?
Shouldn’t you be thanking , then sensing my sincerity, and having an epiphany to befriend ?
Mo Gan Yun let out a faint smile, "Do you think that I should imdiately realize how foolish I’ve been? Step out of the fog, thank you for your outspokenness, and from that point on, beco brothers with you? Sharing unspoken trust and becoming lifelong brothers? Is that what you consider reasonable?"
Fu Chengyun was stunned.
This was exactly the beautiful fantasy in his heart.
The scene he most hoped to witness.
But why would Mo Gan Yun say that?
"Don’t provoke ."
Mo Gan Yu chuckled softly, patted Fu Chengyun’s shoulder with a deep but clear voice, loud enough for the whole class to hear, "Your family cannot afford to provoke the Mo Family."
He turned his head, wrapping an arm around Fang Che’s shoulder as they walked out. His voice floated back, with Mo Gan Yun asking, "What do you want to eat today?"
Fang Che’s voice, "I want sothing nice today, because our reputation has been ruined, and I feel wronged."
Mo Gan Yun’s voice, "Then let’s get sothing good, the best. Don’t worry, there are plenty of credits to go around!"
Fang Che snorted.
Their voices gradually faded.
Mo Gan Yun offered no explanation, no defense, and did not get angry—he simply walked away.
Many looked on with strange expressions.
Because they heard, when Fang Che said "I feel wronged," Mo Gan Yun even seed a bit tense. Then he imdiately promised a feast, and Fang Che appeared to be slightly relentless but held back.
Fu Chengyun stood there, feeling like he was a ss in the wind.
Not only had he failed to awaken Mo Gan Yun, but he had also completely offended him!
The whole class was silent.
Li Changkong stopped his cleaning, gathering his scattered thoughts.
He furrowed his brows, hands clasped behind his back, walked up to Fu Chengyun, and slowly asked, "Are you puzzled that you didn’t awaken Mo Gan Yun?"
Fu Chengyun looked down and muttered reluctantly, "Yes."
"Are you also puzzled by Mo Gan Yun’s lack of defense and explanation?"
Li Changkong asked again.
"Yes,"
Fu Chengyun admitted.
Li Changkong sighed softly, "Do you know why Mo Gan Yun keeps treating Fang Che to als?"
Fu Chengyun looked up, clueless.
A trace of sigh flickered deep in Li Changkong’s eyes.
He softly said, "Have your eyes only seen Fang Che taking advantage of Mo Gan Yun every day?"
"Isn’t that the case?"
Fu Chengyun asked in confusion.
Li Changkong let out a light laugh, "Let’s go have dinner."
He turned and left.
The benefits Mo Gan Yun had taken by following Fang Che around these days were clear to Li Changkong and the other three instructors.
But they could not say.
Because those benefits ca from Fang Che’s generosity.
Privately Fang Che’s!
Since Fang Che had not said it could be made public, Li Changkong and the others could not speak of it.
His words to Fu Chengyun today were in fact a kind of hint. If soone could reflect deeply, observe, and learn sothing from it afterward, then these few words would deserve the credit.
But to speak more clearly, Li Changkong could not do that.
Everyone has their own opportunities, which might be orchestrated by people or perhaps arranged by the heavens.
All of Fang Che’s actions were opportunities for all his classmates.
Mo Gan Yun seized them. This was Mo Gan Yun’s fortune.
As for the others, the opportunity is right before your eyes, and your chance is as equal as Mo Gan Yun’s or anyone else’s, but you are blind and can’t see it.
You can’t expect others to remind you, "Hey, there’s a gold mine right in front of you."
That’s just not going to happen.
Fang Che wasn’t deceiving anyone, but he also didn’t spell it out. Thus, Fang Che had his own considerations, perhaps to cultivate his own groundwork or with so future plans in mind.
But whatever those things were, aside from Mo Gan Yun, they had already been destined to have nothing to do with the other students in this class.
Why would Li Changkong ddle in others’ business? One more word from him could indeed benefit many students here, but the cost would be the destruction of a team of geniuses.
Perhaps one day in the future, because of his words, geniuses like Fang Che and Mo Gan Yun, found amidst a crisis, would fall.
What if soone with the temperant of Fu Chengyun were to join the team?
That consequence was sothing Li Changkong could not bear. Just as he said on the first day, I am just an instructor.
Not a master.
Li Changkong knew this very clearly.
Mo Gan Yun was seemingly simple, but it was just his looks that appeared naive; his true simplicity of character was revealed to very, very few people.
Like to Fang Che.
In fact, Mo Gan Yun’s intelligence and sensitivity to Martial Arts went beyond anyone’s imagination.
That’s why he cherished it, so when he was spoken to like that by Fu Chengyun, he didn’t offer any defense.
Because he didn’t want to share this opportunity with others.
Should he have argued, "You know nothing. Do you realize how much I’ve benefited from Fang Che? Do you know how useful what I’ve learned from him is?"
If he were to say that, then Mo Gan Yun would truly beco a fool.
There is a common trait among the strong: to learn from those who are stronger. In the face of soone more powerful, they harbor no jealousy or competitiveness. They only seek to learn.
The weak also share a common trait: resentnt.
They wish to drag down anyone stronger to their level of poverty.
And with an inexplicable sense of superiority: no matter how badass, don’t they die just the sa when their ti cos?
In fact, in any school or group, there will be those destined to beco truly exceptional. At the very least, they can excel within a small scope.
It all depends on whether the people around can spot them and integrate themselves, whether through sincerity, wealth, family, resources, or background... to join together on the bright future train.
But most people are blind to it.
When Li Changkong walked out of the classroom, he sighed internally.
But he understood all the more why there were so few people like Xue Fuxiao and Duan Xiyang in the world?
It was for this reason.
And this, no one can interfere with.
It is destiny!
Thought and vision define fate.
This is true for everyone.
...
It’s worth ntioning that Fang Qingyun’s assessnt results ca out.
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[You guys know what my usual problem is now, right? It’s being preachy. This Chapter, after a long ti, I finished writing, hesitated to delete, saved for a long ti, then added back in.
I always tell myself: you’re just a web author, don’t pretend to be a professor! It’s stupid and off-putting! Don’t you know that kids nowadays really hate being lectured?
But every ti I write, I can’t help but think, what if it could make even one person reconsider, could it inspire them a bit? Could it save them from so detours? Could it provoke so reflection?
This Chapter, after much deliberation, I decided to post. Hate it, then let it be hated one more ti.
So this kind of personality of mine is really annoying. I always feel like so kind of savior.
So, this Chapter, I guess many people won’t like.
Therefore, I’m going to quickly post another Chapter.]
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