Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Wu Feng sat up in bed.

I practiced the Nine Yang Divine Skill at night, and my spirits recovered quite well.

He cracked his wrists twice, then pushed open the door and went out.

A thin layer of mist shrouded the courtyard, dew clung to the stone tables and benches, and the leaves of several trees swayed gently in the morning breeze.

He walked to the middle of the courtyard and called out, "Get up, everyone, and come to the front hall for breakfast."

The door to the main room on the left opened first, and Li Qinglu poked her head out. Her hair was still a little messy, and she rubbed her eyes: "Wu Lang, so early?"

"Okay, hurry up."

Mu Wanqing's door opened as well. She had already put on her veil, nodded to him, and said softly, "Good morning, young master."

Azi ran out of the side room, tucking her hair as she ran, muttering, "Coming, coming."

The door to Wu Xingyun's main room opened, and Wu Xingyun, dressed in white, stood in the doorway, glanced at him calmly, and nodded.

The four people followed Wu Feng through the short corridor, across the front yard, and into the front hall.

Breakfast was already laid out on the long table in the front hall—millet porridge, steamed buns, mantou, several side dishes, and boiled eggs, filling the table to the brim.

The old cook, standing to the side, bowed deeply upon seeing Wu Feng enter: "Your Excellency, everything is prepared as you instructed."

Wu Feng nodded, sat down in the main seat, and picked up his chopsticks: "Eat."

Several people sat down around the long table, each using their own chopsticks.

Li Qinglu picked up a steamed bun and put it in Wu Feng's bowl before eating it herself.

Azi took a sip of porridge, hissed from the heat, and quickly blew on it a few times.

Mu Wanqing ate slowly, her veil lifted slightly. Wu Xingyun slowly drank her porridge, her expression serene.

Halfway through the meal, Li Qinglu looked up at Wu Feng and asked, "Wu Lang, what are the plans for today?"

"You guys stay here and do what you're supposed to do." Wu Feng took a bite of his steamed bun, chewed it, and swallowed it. "I have to go out for a bit later; I have some business to attend to."

Mu Wanqing put down her chopsticks and asked softly, "Young Master, should we bring some people with us?"

"No need," Wu Feng waved his hand and continued eating.

The group didn't ask any more questions and quietly finished their breakfast.

Wu Feng put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a cloth, and stood up: "Alright, you guys go about your business."

The four of them stood up. Li Qinglu tidied up the bowls and chopsticks on the table and walked out with Mu Wanqing.

Azi jogged after him, while Wu Xingyun walked at the very back at a leisurely pace.

Wu Feng turned and walked out of the front hall, through the corridor, and back to his room.

I closed the door and sat down on the edge of the bed.

With a slight thought, the game interface unfolded before my eyes. I tapped "Logout" with my fingertip.

A flash of white light, and the hatch slowly slid open.

Wu Feng opened his eyes, sat up, and jumped out of the game pod, using the edge as leverage.

He stretched his shoulders as his feet touched the ground, picked up his phone and keys from the table, and went out the door.

After leaving the villa, we walked along the main road towards the cafeteria.

After walking for about ten minutes, we arrived at the cafeteria.

Pushing open the door, I found that there weren't many people inside, just a few scattered tables.

The aroma of breakfast wafted over; porridge, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and soy milk were all laid out at the food counter.

Wu Feng walked over and picked up a tray. He ordered a bowl of hot, freshly squeezed soy milk, a basket of steamed buns, a plate of steamed dumplings, two fried dough sticks, and a boiled egg.

I took the tray and found a seat by the window.

The soy milk was still steaming hot. I took a sip, and it was sweet with a strong soy flavor.

The buns have thin skins and generous fillings; the broth oozes out with every bite.

The steamed dumplings were also good; the wrappers were chewy and the filling was generous. The fried dough sticks were crispy and perfect for dipping in soy milk.

He ate quickly, finishing a bowl of soy milk in just a few minutes, and then asked for another bowl.

I peeled the egg and ate it in two bites.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, they took their trays to the recycling area and left the cafeteria.

The sun outside was stronger than when he arrived, and it felt hot on his face. He squinted and walked back along the main road.

Back at the villa, I pushed open the door, went up to the second floor, and entered the bedroom.

I walked up to the game pod, opened the hatch, and lay down inside.

The hatch slowly closed, and a faint blue light seeped out from the edges.

A feeling of weightlessness came over me, and everything went black.

A flash of white light.

Wu Feng opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, pushed open the door and went out.

Walk through the corridor and arrive at the foyer.

As soon as I reached the entrance of the front hall, I saw Zhang Heng standing in the courtyard, holding a roster in his hand, pacing back and forth with his head down, as if waiting for someone.

Hearing footsteps, Zhang Heng looked up and saw Wu Feng. He quickly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Your Excellency, the Prefect, you have arrived."

Wu Feng nodded, walked into the front hall, and sat down in the main seat.

Zhang Heng followed him in and stood beside the long table, still holding the roster in his hands, not daring to sit down.

Wu Feng leaned back in his chair, glanced at him, and asked, "What were the results of yesterday's request to contact those aristocratic families, literati, and martial artists?"

Zhang Heng coughed lightly, opened the roster, took two steps forward, and placed it on the table in front of Wu Feng.

"Your Excellency, the situation is as follows." He pointed to a line on the roster, his tone somewhat cautious, "Among the gentry, two are willing to provide money and provisions, but..."

He paused and glanced at Wu Feng.

"But what?" Wu Feng asked.

"However, they want to meet with the governor in person," Zhang Heng said. "They said they would only provide money and grain if they could hear the governor's plans in person."

Wu Feng nodded, his face expressionless.

Zhang Heng then pointed to another line on the register and continued, "There's another aristocratic family, surnamed Wang, whose head is named Wang Shirong. I went to visit them yesterday, but they wouldn't even let me in. They just had their servants kick me out. They were very rude, saying... saying..."

"What did you say?" Wu Feng looked at him.

Zhang Heng swallowed hard: "They say the governor is nothing more than a bandit who took advantage of the chaos to seize the city, and he is not worthy of the Wang family's loyalty."

After hearing this, Wu Feng's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't reply.

Zhang Heng quickly turned to the next page and continued his report: "As for those literati and scholars, I have visited them all."

Some lived in seclusion outside the city, some ran private schools in the city, and a few studied at home.

But they repeatedly declined, not agreeing immediately.

He closed the register, looked at Wu Feng, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Those scholars mean that they want to see how things go first and are not in a hurry to take up official positions. Some said they were not in good health, some said they had to take care of their elderly relatives, in short, it was all just an excuse."

Wu Feng hummed in agreement but didn't say anything.

Zhang Heng turned another page: "It's the same with the martial artists. I've visited a few who run martial arts schools in the city, and a few who are wandering martial artists. They were very polite and invited me to tea, but when it came to taking up official positions, they were vague and said they would consider it further. They're just observing the situation."

After he finished speaking, he closed the roster, stood aside, and waited for Wu Feng to speak.

Wu Feng leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest twice.

I understand now.

He had only captured Yingzhou City a day ago, and in the eyes of these gentry, literati, and warriors, he was just someone who had taken advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack and seize the city.

He had no prestige, no foundation, and nothing to be loyal to.

Those who are willing to wait and see are already being quite polite. It's normal that they're unwilling to pledge allegiance.

As for the Wang family that kicked him out—

Wu Feng narrowed his eyes.

Just right.

He was just looking for someone to assert his authority, and this opportunity came knocking on his door.

To make an example of someone, this chicken is fat enough.

Wu Feng snapped out of his thoughts, looked at Zhang Heng, and waved his hand: "Alright, go and call Mu Lingyun, Han Yufeng, and Xiong Batian over."

Zhang Heng quickly cupped his hands in greeting: "Yes, Your Excellency."

After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly out of the front hall, his footsteps fading into the distance in the corridor.