Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 17 Letter to the Dean
Half an hour later, the two had communicated the general details.

Lin Ruo nodded reluctantly, thinking how Fan Xian was risking his life to make money, and how he figured out all kinds of strange operating models in one night.

The study door was pushed open, and Fei Jie leaned against the door angrily, chewing an orange in his mouth. His face flickered and his expression showed a slight struggle.

"Boy, it's time for Teacher Fei to start class."

Lin Ruo bowed and apologized before leaving. Fei Jie casually handed over a slice of orange and said, "Try it. These are fresh oranges that the maids in the mansion just bought. They taste good."

Lin Ruo was quite surprised, but still took the orange, put it in his mouth, took a light bite, and then walked out expressionlessly.

Fan Xian pursed his lips, his appetite aroused: "Teacher, where is mine?"

Fei Jie was in a good mood and broke off half of it: "No one can be missing but you. You are my most beloved disciple."

"Thank you, teacher." Fan Xian's mouth was dry after talking for a long time. It was the time when he needed to replenish water, so he naturally couldn't miss the orange and bit half of it into his mouth.

After taking a bite, Fan Xian swallowed it whole and walked out of the study without saying a word.

"Ruoruo, would you like some oranges? They're delicious. Teacher Fei said so."

Fan Ruoruo believed it without a doubt and took it to taste it. Her smiling face quickly twisted and she shuddered.

"Brother, this orange."

Fan Xian repeated his opinion: "That's what Teacher Fei said."

"Fan Xian!" The resentment rose to the sky, and the little brat was dragged back to the study room by twisting his ears.

On this day, Fei Jie had a very good class. Fan Xian was suffering from the beating of knowledge every moment and could not extricate himself.

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That night, when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Fei Jie sat alone in his room, a quill pen in his hand, the dim light of a lamp illuminating his writing word by word.

"This child is excellent in every way..."

This morning, Fei Jie secretly lay at the door and listened to the two people discussing inside for more than half an hour. Although he couldn't hear clearly what they were talking about, what could a teacher teach but that kind of decadent knowledge.

So Fei Jie wrote the second sentence without hesitation: "He understands profound meanings before he is five years old, and can discuss philosophy with the teacher for a whole morning without getting tired. He seems to love learning. He may choose to pursue a career in politics in the future. I don't think he is very suitable to inherit your things."

"Also, this kid has been practicing Tyrannical Qi since he was young, and his martial arts foundation is pretty good, but this practice is harmful to his body. I have tried to persuade him to give up many times, but he always says that he hasn't exploded yet, so he'll talk about it after he explodes. I can't persuade him, so I can only let him do it."

Fei Jie paused for a moment when he reached this point. A cold figure appeared in his mind. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he started writing again. "It's all the fault of that Fifth Master. He taught me the technique but didn't guide me. He let me fend for myself. It's really abominable. If I could beat him, humph."

"Who am I, Fei Jie? I am the best in the world at using poison. If Fan Xian can learn all the essence of what I have taught him, he won't have to worry about his future." While complaining, Fei Jie wrote about half a page before returning to the topic and continuing:

"Fan Xian has learned a lot and is proficient in everything. He is very talented in all aspects. He is as smart as his mother. He has many thoughts and ideas that we cannot understand. It is better not to try to control him in the future. He has his own path and the direction he wants to go. I just don't know what the master of the palace thinks."

After finishing the first page, Fei Jie still had no intention of stopping. He folded it gently and put it into an envelope. He took out another piece of letter paper and wrote after thinking for a while: "This child is very naughty and courageous. He is not afraid of using poison. He even often teases me, his master. His interests and hobbies are numerous and complicated."

"He often likes to play around with the servants and maids in the mansion. I heard from the teacher that he also likes to sleep with the maids and tell them ghost stories. He is a little naughty. But this also reflects his kindness and lack of sense of distance. People inside and outside the Earl's mansion like him very much. It is rare to find such a rich man without the manners of a dandy boy. By the way, Wuzhu forced him to drink, and he really liked it. I can't believe it."

After writing this, Fei Jie left a blank paragraph and added: "Don't accuse me of being long-winded. It was you who said that you should pay attention to every detail. It's unreasonable to blame me."

"Fan Xian encountered an assassination attempt a few days ago. This kid is very cautious. Although there were some unexpected events, his response was generally fine. There is no need to worry about him not being able to deal with the situation in the future."

"Also, the whole story has been investigated. It was the work of the second wife of the Fan Mansion in Beijing. I know that you and Master Fan are at odds with each other because of Fan Xian's future. Now I've got evidence against you. Go and scold him. Remember to come back and give me a promotion and a raise, ahem."

"Originally, we should have ended this conversation, but after thinking about it, I still want to mention someone to you."

Fei Jie folded it again, took out a new piece of letter paper, and narrated the story separately.

"Lin Ruo, 17 years old, a successful candidate in the imperial examination in Beijing, from Bohai County. Your information is not complete, so we can assign a spy to investigate your background. If there is no problem, please read my next words carefully."

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"This man is extraordinary. To be honest, when I first met him, I looked down on him and thought he was just a pedantic scholar. But later I realized that my vision was too short-sighted."

"He is smarter than any other scholar in the capital. I think the top scholar will be chosen next spring, if no one interferes."

"If it was just this little bit of ability, I would never waste my breath telling you all this. The most special thing about this person is that his martial arts talent is unique, and even the four great masters may not be able to match him."

"A person who has never practiced martial arts can make rapid progress in just a few months and leap into the fifth level. This has never been heard of since ancient times."

Fei Jie's surprise was evident on his face from beginning to end and could not be erased.

"He has no systematic experience or training methods. He only relies on his personal understanding. Ye Liuyun's ability to create his own Liuyun Sanshou and enter the Grandmaster realm is already a wonder in the world. If I tell him, the whole world will be amazed and admire him."

"This is a martial arts master who has learned through reading...! He doesn't need secret manuals or guidance from masters. He just needs to read books with a calm mind. If he has an understanding, it would not be surprising for him to soar to the sky. But I don't know when he will reach such a realm. He is a variable, and everything depends on fate."

"My suggestion is that you should find time to meet him after you arrive in Beijing. It's a pity to put such a genius into the officialdom. It would be most appropriate if he could be recruited to the Supervisory Council. In the future, he will definitely be more capable than the shadow beside you, hehe."

"I'm just kidding. If he really wants to join the Overwatch Council, I suggest you send him to my Third Office. There are scholars who love scientific research and have simple temperaments. They never fight or kill. I think they are the most suitable for him. Remember, this is not a joke, Dean."

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(End of this chapter)