Chu Yun was so frustrated that she shook from head to toe.

Feng Wu clapped her hands.

That was very well said. She liked Sister Xingyun a lot.

“Fine!” Chu Yun sneered at Gongsun Mu. “That’s so nice of Imperial College! You cheated in the competition, and you didn’t even try to hide it! Gongsun Mu, is that how you teach your students? If you won’t discipline her, I’ll do it for you!”

Chu Yun was going to take action, when she heard an impatient voice.

Yuanbao came into the room.

The little boy walked in with a big frown on his face. He was annoyed.

Master Linghu always stayed in the temple, and Yuanbao represented him in the secular world.

It wasn’t common knowledge, but the tutors of both schools knew it.

Chu Yun and Gongsun Mu were both surprised by Yuanbao’s arrival. They both lowered their heads but stole glances at the boy.

Chen Ziyun and the other students weren’t senior enough to know who Yuanbao was, so they were still eyeing him curiously.

Gongsun Mu and Chu Yun scolded them. “Lower your heads!”

What?

Chen Ziyun and the other students were all confused. Gongsun Mu was seldom so stern, and it only showed how much the boy had startled him.

They all did as they were told and lowered their heads.

Both Chen Ziyun and Sheng Changtian’s teams did so.

Yuanbao walked up to them.

His words were directed to Chu Yun only.

“Shut up! How dare you raise your voice here?!” Yuanbao’s tone was very domineering.

Feng Wu didn’t know what to say.

She only remembered Yuanbao as the lovely shy boy who always enjoyed good food. She almost couldn’t recognize him now.

She then looked at Chu Yun.

The woman lowered her head and let Yuanbao scold her.

Feng Wu didn’t know what to say.

She realized once more how much ordinary people respected Master Linghu.

Even the arrogant Chu Yun bowed her head to Master Linghu’s little messenger.

Yuanbao stared at Chu Yun. “I’ve decided to give the meal to Sister Xiaowu. Do you have a problem with that?”

Sister Xiaowu?

Was he referring to…

Everybody glanced at Feng Wu.

Only Chu Yun could describe how she felt. Her face turned scarlet red at the boy’s words, but she still had to squeeze out a smile. “No, of course not.”

Yuanbao snorted, threw a dirty look at Chu Yun, then ran to Feng Wu’s side.

He looked up at her with eyes filled with admiration.

He tugged at her clothes. “Sister Xiaowu, the master needs me, so I’ll be off. I’ve saved the table for you. No other team can touch it!”

Feng Wu rubbed his little bald head. “That’s great. Thank you, my dear Yuanbao.”

“You’re welcome.” Unlike his harsh tone when he scolded Chu Yun, Yuanbao was a lovely boy when he spoke to Feng Wu. He gave Feng Wu one last look before he reluctantly took his leave.

Once he was gone, the others raised their heads and looked at one another in wonder.