Chapter 50: Chapter 50: The First Ti Online
Fang Yuan walked to the teaching hall and did not see the boy. She carefully searched everywhere for a servant. Just when she was puzzled about why the manor’s doors were wide open but no one was around, suddenly there ca a noise from the corridor upstairs, and she looked up.
A man dressed in a gray-striped casual suit was coming down the stairs. He was tall and handso, with deep-set features. His tousled hair revealed his forehead, and he wore gold-rimd glasses on his prominent nose, giving him an air of gentle elegance.
“Are you Lu Jing’s private tutor?”
The man spoke, his voice as inviting as his initial impression had suggested, like a gentle spring breeze.
Fang Yuan guessed he was a relative of Lu Jing and quickly replied, “I am, sir. Good day, my na is Fang Yuan.”
The man descended the staircase and stood before Fang Yuan. He said warmly, “Hello, I am Lu Yuan, Lu Jing’s brother. Miss Fang, please wait a mont while I ask the butler to find Lu Jing. This boy often acts willfully and defiantly. Please don’t take it to heart.”
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“Not at all, not at all.” Fang Yuan was flattered, not expecting the other party to have such a good temper. It was a rare fortune to et such kind employers consecutively.
Lu Yuan observed her expression and slightly curled his lips.
Before long, the butler found Lu Jing who had, to everyone’s dismay, chopped down every precious plant in the garden, leaving none intact.
When Lu Jing entered and saw Lu Yuan, his young face was shadowed and ominous. He imdiately sliced the long nanmu table in the hall in half with his sword, causing a loud clang that made Fang Yuan shudder, nearly falling off the sofa.
Lu Yuan seed to have grown accustod to his younger brother’s tantrums, calmly sipping his tea before saying, “Cald down? If so, let’s start learning properly.”
Lu Jing ignored him, his head bowed as he caressed the sword blade, muttering, “Damn wood, ruined my new treasure.”
After speaking, he casually swung a beautiful sword flower and then threw the long sword aside as if it were trash.
“I’m done playing.”
Everyone in the hall remained calm as usual, only Fang Yuan was shocked and fearful, feeling the child had beco even more terrifying.
Lu Yuan looked at his brother with not a trace of reprimand in his eyes, only gently instructing, “Be obedient, attend your class well.”
Lu Jing looked up at Fang Yuan, flashing a row of white teeth, “Sure, I will definitely study hard.”
A while later, Lu Yuan left with the butler, leaving only Fang Yuan and Lu Jing staring at each other.
“Well… young master, it’s getting late. Shall we start the lesson?” Fang Yuan nervously stood up.
However, Lu Jing suddenly fixed a gloomy gaze on her, unnerving Fang Yuan. After a mont, he slowly approached and sniffed her.
“You have a scent on you.”
Lu Jing suddenly blurted out.
Fang Yuan looked down at the small boy only reaching her waist, her pretty face forcing a smile, “I sprayed a little perfu before leaving the house. If you don’t like it, I won’t wear it next ti.”
Lu Jing shook his head, his dark brown eyes eerie as ghostly flas, “No, it’s not the perfu. It’s a different scent, one that could drive a person insane.”
“Did you et soone before coming here?”
Fang Yuan frowned and remained silent, suspecting the little brat was making mischief. She had only worn a bit of perfu in the morning, and its scent would have faded long ago.
He was clearly just picking a fight. If he weren’t so young, Fang Yuan might even think he was teasing her.
Fang Yuan snapped, “Stop joking around. Who I t is my private matter. I am your tutor, please show so respect.”
Lu Jing wasn’t offended and circled around her once, then suddenly put his finger to his lips, whispering, “Shh, let’s not talk about it. Don’t be upset, sister. I’ll secretly tell you sothing, don’t fall for my brother. He will… eat people.”
Fang Yuan’s face turned instantly pale.
Seeing this, Lu Jing looked up and laughed heartily.
Uncle Wen said Qin Yu had sothing to do tonight and might co back very late or not at all, so he suggested Ah Da eat dinner first.
Ah Da wasn’t really in the mood to eat; she was extrely interested in phones and the internet, having learned a lot today that she hadn’t yet digested.
After bringing a plate of fruit upstairs, Uncle Wen left, and Ah Da nestled on the couch playing with her phone. Fang Yuan had ntioned that to follow celebrity updates, she needed to download an app called Weibo.
Ah Da imdiately downloaded it, registered an account, and even found Su Qingtong to follow her. Su Qingtong didn’t have any representative works, but she had a significant number of fans—over a million.
Being online for the first ti, Ah Da found everything fascinating.
She clicked on Su Qingtong’s latest Weibo post, which had over 1,500 comnts. Upon closer look, the comnts were all bashing her, which quite shocked Ah Da.
Could all these million… be haters?
Qingjiu Rugu: Su Qingtong is just a Swordman, climbing up by using her body to steal roles from others. Utterly shaless, coming from nowhere to catch the eye of big directors, everyone knows you don’t have the virtue nor the place, better you roll out of the entertainnt industry and save so face for yourself.
This comnt was at the top of the list with thousands of likes. As Ah Da read it, she fud. Was this person aware of Su Qingtong’s true identity when they said she was a Swordman?
Su Qingtong was actually a Sword Spirit transford into a human. Saying she was a Swordman wasn’t wrong, but sothing felt off. He even said that Bronze Sword used her body to climb up. What was this about? Why did he say that? Did he know Bronze Sword? Ah Da imdiately wanted to rebut on behalf of Su Qingtong.
Ah Da clicked to reply, her fingers tapping and swiping on the screen, and after a while, she managed to respond to Qingjiu Rugu:
“You’re wrong. She wouldn’t steal from others, nor is she shaless. She’s a really nice person. Are you her friend too? Why would you say such things?”
In real life, Qingjiu Rugu was a middle-aged net addict who loved surfing the web. Whenever he was upset, he liked to vent on the internet by mocking and attacking female celebrities, a way to release the frustrations from his real world.
Many celebrities in the entertainnt industry have a large number of hardcore fans who would chase after him with insults or bombard him with private ssages whenever he vented—always a hassle.
Eventually, he discovered that no matter how much he insulted Su Qingtong, no one would rebut, and the harsher he criticized, the more attention he got. Over ti, it beca a habit.
After several months, he had beco a representative of the anti-fans of Su Qingtong and was even supported by many.
That night, as usual, he went online to insult people, but suddenly, he saw that his previous comnt bashing Su Qingtong had received a reply. He looked and laughed.
Su Qingtong actually had a fan now, daring to argue with him.
He imdiately picked up his keyboard and retorted: I don’t know her, but I know she’s just a Swordman. Is it wrong to call her a Swordman?
After a while, the other side slowly replied: It’s wrong.
Qingjiu Rugu: I just said it, what can you do to ?
Ah Da replied: You shouldn’t say that.
Qingjiu Rugu: I laughed. Are you an idiot?
Reply: I’m not.
Qingjiu Rugu: Don’t fucking pretend to be a robot; if you’re capable, argue with . I’ve never been afraid of anyone.
Reply: I’m not a robot.
Qingjiu Rugu: …Then you must be an elentary school student.
Reply: No.
Qingjiu Rugu: …
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