Chapter 64: Is That All You Saw?

Ever since he entered this class at the martial academy, Fu Chengyun had been constantly thinking about forging a good relationship with Mo Ganyun. He hoped that in the future, either he or his family could ally with the Mo family, support each other, and rise together, taking advantage of each other's strengths.

Even just being ordinary friends would be beneficial, having some connection.

However, despite all his efforts, Mo Ganyun showed no response.

Yet, he was inexplicably close to Fang Che, who took advantage every day—a distant relative from a ninth-tier aristocratic family—and even treated him to meals every day!

Why won't you look at me!

What future prospects or value could a genius from a ninth-tier aristocratic family possibly have?

Finally, one morning... Fu Chengyun couldn't hold back any longer.

Li Changkong announced the end of the class.

Mo Ganyun stood up.

He stomped his foot and instinctively took a step back.

His towering, sturdy frame rose, his long legs like pillars.

The student behind him happened to be the shortest in the class. When he stood up, he found his eyes directly aligned with the middle of Mo Ganyun's backside.

Just inches away.

The student's eyes focused for a moment before he silently sat back down, his face darkened with frustration.

Why can't you just stand up without stepping back?

Your butt is practically touching my mouth, damn it!

Do you believe I won't open my mouth and make a hole in your butt?

Mo Ganyun's hearty voice boomed like thunder as usual, "Boss Fang, let's go, I'll treat you to lunch!"

Fang Che responded, "Alright."

So they stood up, chatting and laughing as they walked out together.

Li Changkong watched them, a faint smile in his eyes.

He slowly packed his things, reminiscing about his teaching, corrections, theories, and demonstrations just moments ago. He recalled each student's reaction to what he had taught.

He immediately began formulating different teaching strategies in his mind for the next class, based on the varied reactions of the students.

This had been his habit for hundreds of years.

Teaching is not a task.

This is not just my job; it is my lifelong career. Li Changkong had always been clear about this.

Just as Fang Che and Mo Ganyun were about to step out the door...

A cold, indifferent voice said, "Every day treating, every meal being treated; one foolishly not caring about his money, the other shamelessly not caring about his face, they really are a perfect match."

The voice dripped with sarcasm and jealousy, so much so that you could almost smell it in the air.

It was Fu Chengyun.

Mo Ganyun and Fang Che paused at the door, turning their heads simultaneously.

"What are you looking at?"

Fu Chengyun said arrogantly, "Did I say something wrong?"

Some other students nodded silently, but most showed disdain.

One person wants to treat, and the other wants to be treated, what business is it of yours?

Besides, the idea of who is losing or gaining is subjective.

Mo Ganyun had an outstanding future in martial arts. While he might seem foolish when dealing with Fang Che, he was shrewd and sharp with others.

Who knew what Mo Ganyun's true intentions were? Could the direct descendant of a super family really be that foolish? Most people in the classroom wouldn't believe that.

These students, having entered the path of martial arts and qualified to study at Baiyun Martial Academy, were not idiots.

At the very least, the "arrogance of the poor" didn't exist among them.

Ten years of hard study and practice can't compare to three generations of accumulation.

Especially not with a family that has a legacy spanning millions of years.

The arrogance of thinking, "If I work hard enough, I can surpass the descendants of noble families and the second generation of martial artists," simply doesn't exist.

In terms of aptitude, anyone who could get into the academy wouldn't be lacking.

The descendants of these ancient families, whose parents were selected from among millions and combined the best traits, wouldn't have children with inferior talent compared to ordinary children.

You've spent ten years studying and practicing hard; do you think those from noble families are just idling around waiting for you to surpass them? They've been busy too.

Moreover, you never know what they are consuming.

When you leave the relatively fair environment of the academy, the resources you've worked hard to earn over a year to improve your strength might not even compare to the bowl of porridge they have for breakfast every day.

So thoughts like Fu Chengyun's, though present, were never expressed openly.

Because expressing them might mean losing a potential platform to leverage in the future.

Now that Fu Chengyun stood up and spoke out, even those who felt the same way could only nod silently in their hearts; none showed it on their faces.

Instead, their eyes sparkled with the anticipation of a good show.

Wow, it's about to get heated...

But Mo Ganyun did not react as everyone expected; he didn't get angry.

Fang Che, with a calm expression and gaze, looked at Fu Chengyun as if he were air, then smiled and stood beside Mo Ganyun, completely unbothered.

Mo Ganyun looked at Fu Chengyun with extreme calmness, his expression indifferent, and asked, "Are you done?"

Fu Chengyun, seeing Mo Ganyun's indifference, felt even more enraged. He raised his voice a bit, "I'm just curious. As a noble family's scion, Fang Che takes advantage of you every day, and you don't feel it at all? I'm standing up for you!"

Mo Ganyun nodded politely and said, "Thank you."

He then turned to leave.

"Aren't you going to say something? Or react in some way?"

Fu Chengyun was getting angrier.

He could clearly feel that Mo Ganyun and Fang Che were completely disregarding his words, not even letting them sink in.

As a genius, he was always proud and had never been so ignored before.

"Say something? Do something?"

Mo Ganyun looked at him curiously.

"Why?"

This question stumped Fu Chengyun.

I'm helping you see through the fog, to see Fang Che's true nature, so why are you reacting like this?

Shouldn't you be grateful to me, then realize my sincerity, and become my close friend, sharing everything with me and becoming lifelong brothers?

Mo Ganyun chuckled lightly, "Do you think I should suddenly realize my foolishness, come out of the fog, thank you for speaking up, and then become your best friend, sharing everything and being brothers for life? Is that what you think makes sense?"

Fu Chengyun was stunned.

This was exactly his fondest fantasy.

The scenario he most hoped to see.

But why did Mo Ganyun say this?

"Don't mess with me."

Mo Ganyun chuckled, patting Fu Chengyun on the shoulder. In a low but clear voice, loud enough for the whole class to hear, he said, "Your family can't afford to mess with the Mo family."

He turned, putting his arm around Fang Che's shoulder and walking out, his voice floating back, "What do you want to eat today?"

Fang Che's voice replied, "Today I want something good, because our reputations are ruined, and I'm very upset."

Mo Ganyun's voice followed, "Then let's have the best, don't worry, I have plenty of credits!"

Fang Che hummed in agreement.

Their voices gradually faded as they walked away.

Mo Ganyun offered no explanation, no defense, and didn't get angry; he just left.

Many people had strange expressions.

They had heard Mo Ganyun's somewhat anxious response when Fang Che said, "I'm very upset." Mo Ganyun immediately promised a feast, and Fang Che seemed a bit reluctant, but held back.

Fu Chengyun stood there, feeling utterly disoriented.

Not only had he failed to awaken Mo Ganyun, but he had also thoroughly offended him!

The entire class fell silent.

Li Changkong also stopped what he was doing and refocused his thoughts.

He frowned, folded his hands behind his back, and walked up to Fu Chengyun. Looking at the third genius of his class, he slowly asked, "Are you puzzled by the fact that you couldn't awaken Mo Ganyun?"

Fu Chengyun lowered his head and replied in a low, unwilling voice, "Yes."

"Are you also puzzled by the fact that Mo Ganyun didn't defend himself or explain anything?" Li Changkong asked again.

"Yes," Fu Chengyun admitted.

Li Changkong sighed softly and said, "Do you know why Mo Ganyun invites Fang Che to eat every day?"

Fu Chengyun looked up, his face full of confusion.

A hint of regret flashed in the depths of Li Changkong's eyes.

He gently said, "Did your eyes only see Fang Che taking advantage of Mo Ganyun every day?"

"Isn't that the case?" Fu Chengyun asked, bewildered.

Li Changkong smiled faintly and said, "Go have your meal."

He turned and walked away.

During this period, Mo Ganyun had gained significantly by being around Fang Che. Li Changkong and the other three instructors had noticed.

But they couldn't say anything.

Because all those benefits came from Fang Che.

Fang Che's private resources!

Fang Che hadn't given permission to promote his methods, so Li Changkong and the others couldn't say anything.

The questions Li Changkong posed to Fu Chengyun today were, in fact, a kind of hint. If someone could think deeply, observe, and learn something in the future, it would be thanks to those questions.

But to explain it more clearly was something Li Changkong couldn't do.

Everyone has their own opportunities; these might be man-made or arranged by fate.

Fang Che's every move was an opportunity for all his classmates.

Mo Ganyun seized it. This was Mo Ganyun's good fortune.

As for others, the opportunity was right in front of them; their chances were equal to Mo Ganyun's and everyone else's, but they were blind and couldn't see it.

You can't expect someone to remind you, "Hey, there's a mountain of gold in front of you."

That's impossible.

Fang Che wasn't hiding anything, but he also wasn't explicitly stating it. He had his own considerations, perhaps cultivating a team for himself or planning for the future.

But those plans, aside from Mo Ganyun, were already destined to be irrelevant to the other students in the class.

Why would Li Changkong meddle unnecessarily? If he said one more word, many students would indeed benefit, but the cost would be the destruction of a genius's team.

Perhaps, in the future, a single word from him could lead to the downfall of Fang Che and Mo Ganyun, two great talents, in a crisis.

If someone like Fu Chengyun, with his mindset, joined the team?

Li Changkong couldn't bear the consequences. As he said on the first day, "I am just an instructor."

Not a master.

Li Changkong understood this well.

Mo Ganyun appeared foolish on the surface, with a naive look; his simplicity in character was something that only unfolded towards a very select few.

Like Fang Che.

In reality, Mo Ganyun's intelligence and sensitivity to martial arts were beyond anyone's imagination.

That's why he cherished it, and when Fu Chengyun said those things, he didn't argue.

Because he didn't want to share this opportunity with others.

Should he argue back with, "You know nothing, you don't know how much I've gained from Fang Che, you don't know what I've learned from him... how useful it is?"

If he did that, Mo Ganyun would indeed be foolish.

A common trait among the strong is to follow and learn from those stronger than themselves. They do not feel jealousy or a need to compete with those above them. They only learn.

A common trait among the weak is resentment.

Seeing any stronger presence, they want to drag them down to be as poor as themselves.

And there's an inexplicable sense of superiority: no matter how powerful they are, won't they still die when their time comes?

In reality, in any school or group, there will always be people who will become exceptionally successful in the future. At the very least, they'll excel in a small circle.

It's up to the people around them to notice and integrate with them. Whether through genuine friendship, wealth, family connections, resources, or background... to join and share the bright future.

But most people can't see it.

As Li Changkong walked out of the classroom, he sighed inwardly.

But he understood why there were so few people in the world like Xue Fuxiao and Duan Xiyang.

It's precisely because of this.

And this is something no one can interfere with.

It's fate!

Thoughts and vision determine destiny.

This applies to everyone.

...

It's worth mentioning that Fang Qingyun's assessment results came out.

......

[You probably know what my old habit is by now, right? It's preaching. This chapter has been written for a long time, deleted reluctantly, and saved for a long time before being added back.

In my heart, I always tell myself: you're just an online writer, don't act like a professor! It's very foolish and annoying! Don't you know that kids today hate preaching?

But whenever I write, I can't help it. I always think, what if even one young reader could think a bit more deeply and be inspired? Could they avoid some detours? Could they reflect a bit more?

I've considered it for a long time and finally decided to post this chapter. If you hate it, then hate it once more.

So, my personality is quite annoying. I always feel like I'm some kind of savior.

So this chapter might not be liked by many.

Therefore, I'll immediately add another chapter.]

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