Ouyang Feng Has His Eyes Set On Fu Zhi
Ouyang Feng Has His Eyes Set On Fu Zhi
She had said that someone from the Mu Family had offended her. At the time, she had told her father that it was Fu Zhi who had spoken ill of them in front of Pure Feather, but her father had rejected the idea.
However, right after the delivery man confirmed that it was because of Fu Zhi that Pure Feather had decided to donate the books to No.1 High School, she was certain that Fu Zhi must have interfered with the cooperation between them and Pure Feather.
'How dare you, Fu Zhi! Not only did you destroy Chuwan's future, but now you're coming after my family?!'
If she told her father about this, she was certain that her father would not let Fu Zhi off the hook so easily this time.
The more Mu Chenxi thought about it, the angrier she became. In the end, she threw the copy of "Red Sun" in her hands on the ground.
Her eyes were filled with disappointment, both over Pure Feather and the Fu Corporation.
To hell with the literary giant. Pure Feather did not deserve the title, and she did not deserve to be her favorite writer either!
After all, it was entirely because Pure Feather had not stood by her side that she was being humiliated like this.
"Fu Zhi, those who plant injustice will harvest disaster. Just you wait!" Mu Chenxi shouted before she dashed out of the classroom.
The students from Class 1 looked at each other, and her deskmate went after her.
Song Fang knocked on the table and said, "What are you guys waiting for? Get back to your own class."
The weather was a bit cold in the morning, so Fu Zhi took her blanket out and wrapped it around herself.
The students outside of Class 21 ignored Song Fang and just looked intently at Fu Zhi.
Fu Zhi thought they would go away if she ignored them, so she put her pillow on the table.
Then, just as she was about to lay her head down, they all shouted at the top of their lungs.
"Fu Zhi, please forgive us!"
Fu Zhi did not know what to say. She just looked at them apathetically and lay her head on the pillow.
A portion of the students left, but some of them were still standing outside the classroom. When she closed her eyes, they shouted again, "Please forgive us, Fu Zhi! Thank you for helping us get the books from Pure Feather!"
The cacophony of voices howled through Fu Zhi's brain like a tornado and successfully chased her sleepiness away.
She got to her feet and cocked her head. Looking at them expressionlessly, she said through gritted teeth, "If you guys don't stop shouting, I will report this to Director Liu and ask him to give you all a demerit."
The group of students was left speechless.
Well, it was only then that they realized they should not try to act affectionate around a dense girl like Fu Zhi. This was because she would never get it, and all she ever wanted was to sleep.
That said, they still felt that they should apologize and say thank you to Fu Zhi.
After doing that, all the students went back to their class.
Song Fang snorted and began to admire the message Pure Feather had left him.
However, the more he read, the more he felt that something was wrong. He poked Fu Zhi's back and said, "Sister Zhi, Pure Feather's signature looks very familiar. It seems to me that I have seen her writing somewhere before."
Although Fu Zhi had tried her best to make her writing as ugly as possible, if one was observant enough, he or she could still find some similarities between Pure Feather's writing and her writing.
Fu Zhi did not know what to say. She figured that if Song Fang could pay more attention to his studies, he would not have to fight with Lu Yumo for last place.
Fu Zhi then replied, "Yeah. Her writing style is similar to mine."
"Pfft…"
Song Fang burst into laughter. "I'm sorry, Sister Zhi, but..."
Upon looking at Fu Zhi's expressionless face, Song Fang knew he should not be laughing but couldn't help it.
He said, "Can you look at your language paper first?"
'You got zero in your language paper, yet you still have the guts to say Pure Feather's writing style is similar to yours?'
Song Fang patted Fu Zhi's shoulder. "Sister Zhi, it's okay if you say something like this in front of me, but you must not say it in front of other students. I'm afraid that they may laugh at you."
Fu Zhi shrugged. "Whatever."
She was not going to explain anything anymore. After all, they would know the truth eventually.
*
Meanwhile, in the principal's office of No.1 High School...
Ouyang Feng was watching the recording Ouyang Yue had sent him.
After he finished watching the recording, he turned it off and fell into deep contemplation. He was in his mid-thirties, and he looked extremely dashing in his suit.
After a long while, he video-called Ouyang Yue.
"Fu Zhi told me that she has nothing to do with the Ouyang Family."
The teenager on the other side of the screen seemed to know what Ouyang Feng was going to ask and said first, "I have not heard anything from my father for a long time, and I don't know if there is still any point in me keeping this up or not. Is there really no one to save the Ouyang Family from its downfall?"
Ouyang Yue was wearing a military uniform and had a soldier-like manner. It was only when he was standing in front of Ouyang Feng, the world's top gun designer, that he would behave like a teenager.
After all, Ouyang Feng was considered a genius of the same generation as Ouyang Zhui. However, due to certain factors, Ouyang Zhui had majored only in firearm design, while Ouyang Feng had to practice martial skills and was in charge of the Ouyang Family's Shadow Corps. He was considered a shadow of the Ouyang Family, and his name was not known by many compared to Ouyang Zhui.
However, when it came to real power, even though Ouyang Yue was the head of the Ouyang Family, Ouyang Feng could easily strip him of his title if he really wanted to do it.
This was why Ouyang Ya put so much effort into the exchange meeting.
She wanted to impress Ouyang Feng so that he would become her mentor, give her the Shadow Corps, and let her take over the Ouyang Family completely.
Ouyang Feng took a sip from his cup, but he did not answer Ouyang Yue's question. Instead, he asked him, "What do you think of Fu Zhi?"
"I'm not particularly sure about her talent in firearm design, but since she knows so much about the construction of the 658 rifle, I think she must have some experience in it as well. Besides, she's smart too."
Ouyang Yue knew that Ouyang Feng attached great importance to firearm design. After all, the Ouyang Family had made its fortune based on this knowledge. Besides, this was the legacy left by their ancestors, and as the younger generation of the Ouyang Family, they should not forget their roots.
Ouyang Feng was stunned for a while after he heard what Ouyang Yue had said. After a moment, he laughed. "It seems that we both think the same way. But she is, after all, a girl. Plus, judging by the video, she reached the destination so fast because she took a shortcut. Her physical strength may not be able to keep up with the strength of the boys in the Shadow Corps. As for her fighting skills... Well, all I could say is that she's pretty wild."
Comparing Fu Zhi to the Shadow Corps was just…
Ouyang Yue pressed his lips firmly, as he had understood what Ouyang Feng was trying to say.
Ouyang Yue did not know how to explain his feelings, but he was happy as long as Ouyang Feng did not take Ouyang Ya in as his disciple.
He took a look at his watch and said, "Didn't you put the weakest group of the Shadow Corps in the camp in Yu City? They have fighting competitions every afternoon, so why don't you bring Fu Zhi over there this afternoon to test her out?"
Fu Zhi, who had already caught up on her sleep, did not know that she was about to become Ouyang Feng's apprentice.
After the Physics class, she was called by Director Liu to talk to the principal in his office.
Fu Zhi had no idea why, but she did not like how the principal looked at her. He was like a lion looking at its prey, and she did not have a good feeling about it.
Ouyang Feng smiled warmly and said, "No.1 High School is going to hold a winter camp. We're in the process of selecting the site. Since you are the representative of the senior students, you have to go with me this afternoon."
This was the first time Fu Zhi saw the principal of No.1 High School in person. He looked very gentle, and he did not look very different from the photos on the bulletin board.
Initially, Fu Zhi wanted to turn down the offer, as she was not interested at all. However, Ouyang Feng seemed to have anticipated that she would refuse. He smiled lightly and said, "If you go with me this time, you can take leave whenever you want in the future, and you won't be criticized for having a bad attitude if you don't answer the test papers properly."
Fu Zhi was stunned.
She looked at her watch and said, "Well, it's getting late. Let's go now so that you can come back and continue working later."
Ouyang Feng nodded meaningfully.
He got up from his seat, took the car keys, and walked down the school building with Fu Zhi.
He took a small, remote road.
Fu Zhi was feeling carsick. After rolling down the window, she leaned against the back of the seat and closed her eyes to recuperate.
Usually, the winter camp would be held in a mountainous area. Therefore, Fu Zhi did not think too much of it when Ouyang Feng took her to the mountain. Not until she heard a "ding".
The black-clad man standing by the door came forward and saluted Ouyang Feng.
"Commander!"
After Ouyang Feng stopped his car outside the gate, he opened Fu Zhi's door and said, "Let's go."
Fu Zhi looked expressionlessly at Ouyang Feng and asked, "Don't you think you owe me an explanation?"
"About that," Ouyang Feng replied. "I thought you youngsters liked cosplay?"
Fu Zhi glanced at the rifle in front of the black-clad man.
Yeah, that was not a toy.
Fu Zhi's face sank.
Seeing her reluctance, Ouyang Feng reminded her, "Think about the things I told you before we came here."
Fu Zhi was speechless.
'Alright then. A great woman knows when to yield or not.'
With that thought in mind, Fu Zhi said, "They all look so realistic. Lead the way then. Let's see what you've got inside."
Ouyang Feng said something to the man before leading Fu Zhi to the basement.
Along the way, Fu Zhi felt everyone looking at her as if she was some kind of extinct animal.
The silver lining was that Ouyang Feng had prepared a cup of strawberry milkshake for her, so she could still bear it.
At that moment, Fu Zhi did not think that Ouyang Feng had brought her there to pick the site for the winter camp. After all, the setup of this base was virtually identical to what Fu Zhi had seen at the Ouyang Residence.
Every man who met Ouyang Feng greeted him.
These people were different from the people at the base in the capital.
Fu Zhi clearly felt that they had seen blood and, both in terms of agility and insight, they were also many times better than the group of trainees at the base in the capital, who only knew how to wail.
She made a few more rounds with Ouyang Feng and saw that there were quite a lot of precisely-designed firearms here that Fu Zhi had not seen before.
Truth be told, Fu Zhi had the urge to dismantle the firearms to study them, like she used to do in the past.
However, that was not nice behavior, and she had been severely reprimanded by her father several times.
Fu Zhi's eyes were glued to the improved version of the revolver.
Ouyang Feng noticed and said, "There is a ring match among the Shadow Corps today."
Fu Zhi continued to study the revolver and just bobbed her head in reply to Ouyang Feng's words.
Ouyang Feng's eyes gleamed, and he felt that she was smart enough to pick out the most sophisticated pistol at a glance.
Ouyang Feng felt even more confident about his decision.
The Shadow Corps was split into five teams—Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth—that had increasing strength in that order.
This time, those who participated in the ring match were the members of the Shadow Corps' Gold Team.
When Fu Zhi and Ouyang Feng arrived, the match had already started.
The first one to go on the stage was the vice-captain of the Gold Team, Ji Hou. His left hand had been injured on a mission. Three fingers of his left hand had been fractured by someone and were wrapped up in a white cloth.
Ji Hou got on the stage and said aloud, "I was injured accidentally a few days ago on my mission, but it's not a problem. A man can't say he can't do something, nor should he run away from a challenge!"
Other than a few ordinary members, most of the people sitting below the stage were elites of that team. They were not even close to Ji Hou in terms of strength, and they admired Ji Hou greatly.
All of them shouted, "Way to go, vice-captain!"
When Ji Hou saw Ouyang Feng, he saluted him.
Then, he pulled a knife out of his boot and added, "Please ignore my injuries. Let's do things the usual way. The ordinary members will come on the stage first."
"Okay!" The members below the stage shouted.
Ji Hou was worthy of being the vice-captain. With only his right hand, he was able to destroy all the ordinary members.
The teammates who were kicked down were grateful for his teachings.
The cold wind howled, and Ouyang Feng took Fu Zhi to the edge of the ring.
Ji Hou was standing on the stage at that moment. He raised his chin slightly and said, "Is there anyone else? Any ordinary member of the team is welcome to the ring. If there is no one else, then I'll spar with the elite teammates."
Sparring sessions were a daily thing in the Shadow Corps. There was a big difference between the ordinary members and the elite members, not to mention the vice-captain of the team.
Nobody spoke for a moment.
Ouyang Feng looked at Fu Zhi and realized that she behaved very differently when she was in the exhibition room.
'She doesn't seem to like fighting arts very much. That won't work!'
If she took over the team just based on her firearm design skills, nobody would obey her.
The Gold Team was the weakest in the Shadow Corps.
In any case, Fu Zhi had to spar with Ji Hou first.
With that thought in mind, Ouyang Feng picked her up from the ground and threw her into the ring.