Chapter 68 – Carefree and Unrestrained Life

Normal Knowledge Academy, parking lot.

Ya Xuan held the already soundly asleep Xiao Ya in her arms and softly apologized to Ye Kuang, “I’m really sorry. Xiao Ya is just a child who speaks without thinking. Please don’t take her words to heart.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang also apologized, “I was at fault too. My way of speaking might have been a bit too harsh. I actually made a child cry. I hope she won’t hold a grudge against me in the future.”

Ya Xuan: “Xiao Ya won’t. Right now, you’re the only one who can reason with her. You… ah, never mind. You should hurry and go register. If you’re late, it’ll be troublesome.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang snapped back to reality. He quickly grabbed his suitcase, gave an awkward smile, and ran off into the distance. Then, he turned back and couldn’t resist calling out, “Sister Xuan, I’ll treat you to tea another day!”

Ya Xuan couldn’t help but chuckle at his words, waving her hand repeatedly in response.

Only after seeing this did Ye Kuang finally head toward the registration area.

In the blink of an eye, his figure completely disappeared from sight.

Ya Xuan: “Sigh…”

Her sigh was filled with such melancholy, though she herself didn’t know why she was sighing. But there was no denying that, at this moment, her heart was in turmoil.

Elsewhere.

Ye Kuang, alone and pulling his suitcase, jogged at the fastest speed of his life down the center of Zhixuefu Academy’s Zhixing Avenue. His cheerful demeanor was obvious to anyone who saw him.

And this scene immediately attracted countless glances.

One could say the rate of people turning to look was one hundred percent!

Yet our protagonist, Ye Kuang, paid no attention to it. His heart raced uncontrollably, as if he had eaten honey. Even when he saw scornful looks, he took them as signs of envy.

By the time he finished all the registration procedures, it was already noon—lunchtime.

“Gurgle, gurgle…”

The rumbling sound, it must be said, was quite rhythmic, one after another, like an endless chorus of croaking frogs.

Hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but mutter to himself, scolding his stomach for its lack of restraint: “You’re so prompt when I’m hungry, but when I’m not, you never pay me any mind.”

He then took out a crumpled bill, looked at it reluctantly, and handed it to the cafeteria auntie, ordering two large meat buns and a bag of fresh soy milk.

“Bzzzt… crackle…”

Just as Ye Kuang was eating his breakfast, a low humming sound suddenly swept across the entire campus. He couldn’t help but look up.

“Testing, testing… The debugging is complete, Director. You may proceed.”

“Mm.”Youth does not waste its prime, and dreams do not betray every effort.” First, I extend a warm welcome to the new generation of students from all over who have joined our big family. I am Ming Di, an administrative associate professor at Zhixuefu Academy. You can call this old man Professor Ming, or if you don’t mind, you can even call me Grandpa Ming.”

Hahaha!

Hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but laugh.

Even the countless students around him burst into laughter, clearly amused by Professor Ming’s sense of humor.

Ming Di: “Now, I have an announcement. Perhaps you’ve already been notified—starting today, in half a month, it will be the new semester, a new beginning. Everyone will undergo a half-month military training.”

Ohhh!

Hearing this, Ye Kuang joined the chorus of complaints. To be honest, he wasn’t the least bit interested in that so-called military training.Simply because he had yet to find any redeeming value in the military training routines over the years.

It was either practicing standing postures or marching drills—utterly devoid of novelty. In other words, there was not a shred of challenge to be found.

Ye Kuang would rather spend his time energetically practicing a few sets of fist techniques or engaging in friendly sparring matches in his leisure hours… than waste excessive time standing at attention.

In ancient times, there were civil and martial imperial examinations. Although some aspects no longer fit modern development, the cultural heritage passed down through the ages risked being fragmented in indirect ways.

As the saying goes: Excelling in literature but neglecting martial prowess severs one’s innate Divine Martial spirit; excelling in planning but lacking in execution undermines a persistent attitude; excelling in thought without action—how can one then achieve a proper beginning and end?

In Ye Kuang’s view, for a culture to endure through the ages, the essence of the nation must be continuously passed down—a process that requires countless generations to study and refine.

Just like the renowned studies of medicine and traditional learning, which not only suffer from severe exclusivity but also face a alarming generational gap—how can such national heritage be promoted and glorified?

Thinking of this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but feel a sense of powerlessness. After all, human effort has its limits, and he could only shoulder the banner of Martial Arts himself!

Of course, those paths that seem long and arduous are, in reality, misdirected applications of thoughtful action. In his understanding, only by retaining the essence and discarding the dross can a pure legacy be preserved for the world.

Then, Ye Kuang shook his head vigorously, casting aside his distracting thoughts, and headed to the Dormitory, where he launched into a thorough cleaning.

Although the tables, chairs, and stools appeared old and worn, after a thorough wipe-down, they gleamed with a polished sheen, looking just serviceable enough to serve their purpose.

And that sole stool naturally became his personal property. As Ye Kuang put it: “Shouldn’t cleaning deserve some compensation? This stool is the payment. Want it back? No chance. If you want to settle it with force, fine—let’s see whose skills hold up.”

Bang, bang, bang!

“Open up, open up!”

“Damn, it’s so hot! Just thinking about having to do military training in this weather makes me want to freeze to death in my shorts in a cold breeze—I’d be fine with that.”

“Bro, you’ve got a point, haha… If I could also catch a glimpse of some young, beautiful ladies, I’d be willing to die happy too.”

Hahaha!

Ye Kuang moved at the sound. Honestly, he was utterly exasperated—just moments ago, he had wondered if a few Old Sixths might show up to spice things up, and it really proved the saying: “Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.”

Thinking this, he clearly felt reluctant to open the door.

Creak!

As the door swung open, he came face to face with three boys, each with distinct features: one tall and thin, one short and stout, and one somewhere in between—neither tall nor thin, neither short nor fat.

Seeing these legendary roommates, Ye Kuang finally breathed a sigh of relief. After all, none were handsomer than him… and that was all that mattered.

As the saying goes, a handsome guy naturally needs some “green leaves” around to accentuate his charm and good looks. Secretly, he had already gladly accepted these three “green leaf” individuals.

“Hello, everyone! It’s truly an honor to meet the future three Tycoons of Room 405. Please, come on in! As the newcomer, I’ve already tidied up your beds. If there’s anything I’ve overlooked, please don’t hesitate to speak up,” Ye Kuang declared with vivid expression and tone.It could be said that his words were so polished and impressive that all three roommates felt as if they had received royal treatment. However, our protagonist actually wanted to find a place to vomit three liters of stomach acid, simply because it was all too hypocritical.

Nevertheless, it is worth mentioning that his previously suppressed emotions had indirectly become insignificant, making his actions and speech appear even more free-spirited and unrestrained.