Ye Xuan looked at them, then at his own blue and white robe, and suddenly felt that his attire was actually “low-key.” At least, Wang Quan Ba Ye’s clothing in his youth looked no different from ancient costumes, and someone who wasn’t very familiar with Wang Quan Ba Ye wouldn’t be able to tell.
Shaking his head, Ye Xuan stepped into the school gate. His long robe swayed slightly with his steps, and the Wangquan Sword at his waist shimmered with a golden-gilded dark pattern in the morning light.
Indeed, Ye Xuan’s attire was “low-key” compared to other students, but he forgot that the innate swordsman aura he possessed after merging with the Wangquan Hegemony Template made him the most striking presence among the many deliberately dressed “COSERS.”
As he walked into the school gate, two girls nearby, who were arguing about Demon Slayer’s breathing techniques, suddenly fell silent when they caught sight of him from the corner of their eyes. Their Nichirin Blade-shaped parasol dropped to the ground with a “thud.” Not far away, a boy posing with a Windblume Ode sword from Genshin Impact, portraying “Vanessa,” stumbled, almost causing the glass bead on the sword hilt to fly off.
Even the Dean of Students himself subconsciously raised the eye mask on his face slightly, looking at Ye Xuan with a bewildered expression.
“Is this a student from our school? Are you sure it’s not a character from some work invading reality?”
“This appearance, this aura, this posture—it doesn’t look like an act at all.”
“Which anime character is this? Why do I feel like I’ve never seen him before?”
Someone whispered.
“Damn it, how can someone be this handsome?”
“I used to think that so-called aura was all hype, but looking at this person now, I feel like even if he didn’t have a sword at his waist, I would instinctively think he’s a swordsman.”
“Wait, I see it. There are words on his sword hilt. It looks like Wangquan…”
“Wangquan? Could it be Fox Spirit Matchmaker?”
“So, is he dressed as Wangquan Fugui? Or Wang Quan Ba Ye?”
“It shouldn’t be Wangquan Fugui. He looks a bit like a young Wang Quan Ba Ye, specifically when he first met Oriental Huai Zhu.”
“Seventh day of the seventh month, Huaishui Bamboo Pavilion.”
Someone softly recited, their tone carrying a hint of melancholy, as if recalling something sad.
“The Bamboo Leaf chapter is a bit too tragic.”
“I still don’t dare to watch it a second time.”
“Who isn’t?”
The boy next to him also sighed.
“When I watched the Wangquan chapter before, I only felt that Wangquan Fugui’s father was a scoundrel, but after watching the Bamboo Leaf chapter, I understood the old man’s difficulties.”
“In the beginning, he was also a high-spirited young man.”
As they discussed this, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of regret.
After all, they were high school students, at an age where they loved watching anime, and Fox Spirit Matchmaker was one of the top Chinese animations. They had naturally seen it, and precisely because they had, they felt this way.
The brief companionship of lovers, only to be separated by life and death in the end—such a story, for them, who yearned for but had never experienced love, was truly profound in some respects.
With Ye Xuan’s heightened senses at the moment, he could naturally hear the students’ discussions, though they were deliberately lowered yet incredibly clear. However, he simply didn’t care.
Just as the system’s note before merging with the Wangquan Hegemony Template stated, he only gained Wang Quan Ba Ye’s full talents and abilities, not his memories, personality, or emotions.
To him, Oriental Huai Zhu was just a beloved anime character; he wouldn’t be moved by hearing a story he had already seen.
He walked past the fountain at the entrance of the teaching building when a dull “thud” suddenly came from behind him. A girl holding a Bird Head Staff from Cardcaptor Sakura tripped and fell, her phone arcing through the air in a parabola, heading straight for the fountain.
“Watch out.”
He casually reached out, the tip of the Wangquan Sword scabbard lightly tapping the water surface. The falling phone suddenly defied physics, floating up and landing steadily on the head of the girl who was already sprawled on the ground.
“Thud.”
“Ow, that hurt, wait, it didn’t hurt?”
The entire sequence of movements was fluid and seamless, not even a corner of his robe getting wet. It would have been even more perfect if not for the girl, who was picking herself up from the ground, rubbing her head, thinking it would hurt, only to find it didn’t.
“Thank you.”
The girl stood up. Although her phone landing on her head felt a bit strange, it was good that it didn’t fall into the water. She still thanked him.
“You’re welcome.”
Ye Xuan’s tone was calm, his gaze lingering on her head for a moment—“Hmm, no redness. The force control was very good.”
He had indeed done it on purpose. For him, having merged with the Wangquan Hegemony Template, controlling his own strength was a very basic matter; he wouldn’t lose control of the force in his hand.
As for why he chose her head, he simply felt that hitting other parts of a girl’s body might not be appropriate.
After all, everyone seems to have some particularly sensitive areas that, when touched, cause them to tremble as if electrified. He himself didn’t feel anything, but some people around him were like that. He didn’t know much about girls, so if it landed on a sensitive part of her body, it might have some impact.
So he chose her head, thinking that no one’s head would be sensitive.
And because human heads are relatively fragile, he deliberately controlled the force, which was why the other party felt no pain.
Facts proved that he did very well.
Ye Xuan thought to himself, then continued to walk forward. The girl seemed to want to say something, but seeing Ye Xuan already leaving, she quickly shouted:
“Wait!”
“Which class are you in?”
“Third year.”
Ye Xuan replied without looking back.
“My name is Lin Xue! I’m from Class 5, second year!”
“Next time, I’ll treat you to bubble tea!”
The girl shouted from behind.
Ye Xuan didn’t respond, only raising his hand to wave.
Not far away, several girls who had witnessed the entire process were excitedly gripping each other’s arms: “He’s so cool! Even saving someone is done with a cool demeanor!”
“It’s just a bit different from what I imagined. Why did the phone land on her head? It should have landed on her back.”
“What do you know! That’s called contrast! It’s more interesting when it lands on her head, and what’s the difference between landing on her back and landing on her head? Isn’t it all landing on her body?”
“Hey, something seems off. Didn’t you notice? That guy just now didn’t say which class he was in, only that he was in third year.”
“That’s normal. Third-year students are currently a major focus for teachers. What if he told her which class he was in, and she came looking for him? The teachers would definitely warn them.”
“He clearly considered this point and didn’t tell her, worried that the girl would be scolded by the teachers. He’s really too thoughtful.”
“…”
Ye Xuan listened to the voices around him, his mouth twitching slightly.
“Are you doing reading comprehension?”
“And even if you were doing reading comprehension, hearing him say he was in third year, shouldn’t you think of it as indirectly telling the other party not to develop feelings for him?”
“Worried about the girl being scolded by the teachers? Where did you get that inspiration from, some idol drama? Speaking of which, do idol dramas even have plots like that now?”
“Are you sure people won’t call you self-important?”
“He only saved a phone, not a life.”