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Chapter 73: Troublesome News, a Personal Request
Chapter 73: Troublesome News, a Personal Request
The news article gave a detailed account of yesterday's incident at the Ruizhu Hotel, emphasizing that the protagonist was a 17-year-old student from Qingfu High School and praising him as a martial arts prodigy throughout.
What caused Xue Jing to frown slightly was that the report boldly revealed his name.
"I wonder who the busybody was that leaked your age, name, school, and even the fact that you're a disciple of our Canglong Dojo," Chen Fuguang said as he scrolled through his phone.
"Fortunately, they didn't have a picture of you, or at least, if they did, they were considerate of portrait rights and didn't publish it."
"Little junior brother, you've become famous now," Chen Fuguang said with a laugh.
"It's a bit troublesome," Xue Jing sighed.
And sure enough, trouble soon arrived.
His phone vibrated, ringing with the default ringtone. Xue Jing glanced at the number displayed on the screen.
It was a call from his sister, Xue Wan.
Noticing this, Chen Fuguang excused himself, saying that he had some more commissions to attend to.
Xue Jing returned to the training room and answered the call.
"Hello, hello, woof woof woof?"
A familiar, healthy bark came from the other end of the line.
"What's up, sis?" Xue Jing asked with a smile.
"Hmm? Do you have something to confess? Come on, spill it," Xue Wan said.
Xue Jing was taken aback. "Hmm? How did you find out that I ate all the spicy strips hidden under your bed?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, followed by Xue Wan's indignant reply, "How dare you touch my spicy strips! I'll take a cab home tonight and chop off your dog head!"
"Wake up, you're the dog here," Xue Jing retorted.
"What are you woofing about?" Xue Wan shot back.
"Alright, enough nonsense. You almost dizzy me with your rambling. Now, tell me, what's this about the news report? Hmm?" Xue Jing asked.
"What's there to say? It's just a case of a namesake, you know. As you're aware, I've never been one for wielding swords and guns, and I probably couldn't even take on a Tyrannosaurus rex. It's clear that martial arts and I are not meant to be..." Xue Jing explained.
"Oh—" Xue Wan drew out the word, her voice laced with laughter.
"I didn't say which news article it was. Why are you explaining so much?"
Xue Jing smiled, "Fine, I admit it. I'm the martial arts prodigy."
Xue Wan exclaimed in surprise, "So, you really took up martial arts? You really killed a monster?"
"Well, isn't that obvious?" Xue Jing countered.
There was no point in hiding the fact that he was practicing martial arts from his family. The only concern was that news of his life-and-death struggles with monsters would worry them.
Xue Jing could only try to brush it off lightly.
"I see..."
On the other end of the line, Xue Wan seemed to be considering something, as she fell silent for a moment before continuing, "Alright, now that I know it was you in that news article, little brother, just remember not to let fame get to your head.
And don't go getting yourself too many girlfriends. Five or six should be enough, any more and you won't be able to handle them all..."
"What are you talking about?" Xue Jing asked, exasperated.
Xue Wan giggled and hung up the phone.
Xue Jing shook his head, put on his nebulizer, and started taking his medication.
But not long after, his phone rang again.
This time, it was an unknown number. When Xue Jing answered, a familiar voice came through the receiver.
"Hello, Xue Jing."
"Mr. Du?" Xue Jing asked, puzzled.
It was Du Shiwei, the homeroom teacher of the elite class of Qingfu High School's senior year, and also their Chinese language teacher.
"Xue Jing, I just wanted to ask about the person in today's news report..."
Xue Jing sighed, "It's me."
Du Shiwei laughed and said contentedly, "I knew it! I said there couldn't be another Xue Jing at Qingfu High, and indeed, it's my student!"
He seemed to be speaking to people around him, as faint sounds of agreement could be heard.
"Alright, it's nothing important. I just wanted to confirm. It's good that you're practicing martial arts, and it's beneficial to pick up some other skills in your free time. Just remember to keep up with your studies as well..."
True to his profession, Du Shiwei soon launched into a lecture, leaving Xue Jing to respond with 'yes, sir' repeatedly.
Finally, Du Shiwei seemed to remember something. "By the way, the school sports meet is coming up in a few days. Don't forget about it."
"Oh, that's right. I did promise Teacher Du that I'd participate in the running event at the school sports meet," Xue Jing recalled after Chen Fuguang mentioned it.
He had completely forgotten about it.
"Don't worry, Teacher. I'll be there," Xue Jing assured him with a smile.
"Good," Du Shiwei said, sounding pleased.
Xue Jing hung up the phone, but not long after, it rang again.
This time, it was Li Ke calling.
For some reason, even though Xue Jing went to school to attend classes every few days, he felt like it had been a while since he last saw Li Ke.
"Hello, hello, Young Master Jing, have you seen the news...?"
"Indeed, it is I," Xue Jing replied.
...
In the span of one morning, Xue Jing answered four or five calls. It was only after he finished speaking with his mother, Nan Jia Yu, that things finally calmed down.
He rubbed his temples irritably.
"I'll find out who leaked my name to the media," he muttered.
Xue Jing picked up his phone and began browsing while using his nebulizer.
The news of him fighting and killing a monster the previous night had become a minor online sensation, and anyone with an IP address in Qingcheng would have seen it recommended to them.
He casually clicked on the trending topic and found that in addition to the news report, there was also an interview video.
In the video, a man with a muscular build, his eyes and the distinctive markings on his face blurred out, was speaking with his voice altered.
"That guy is called Xue Jing, a newly accepted personal disciple of the Canglong Dojo. How strong is the Canglong Dojo? It's not that far off from our Tiger (Beep-) Dojo."
"I was also hired for security work, and I even sparred with him. What about the outcome? It was pretty even, I barely lost."
"That monster had a type advantage over me, it was a tough match-up. So, we cooperated, he took care of that beast, and I protected the people... Didn't protect them well enough? Nonsense, that thing was too fierce, the fact that only a few people died is already a win..."
After watching the video, Xue Jing was speechless.
This was clearly Li Zhao Quan from the Tiger Spirit Dojo, that jerk...
"Little junior brother, little junior brother!"
Before Xue Jing could react, lively voices echoed from outside the training room.
Soon, the sound of approaching footsteps could be heard, and Zhu Shan Ying pushed open the door and entered.
"There's a special request for you, and the reward is quite high," the girl said with a smile, her face full of cheerfulness.
Xue Jing raised an eyebrow. "What's the request?"
"Sparring partner!"
...
At the same time, in a hidden basement in the southern district, a massive turquoise insect nest dominated the room. Standing next to it was Jiao Hongyuan, who was looking at his phone with a frown.
"So, 'Number One' was actually killed by a seventeen-year-old high school student?"
"Is there really a genius in Qingcheng who can rival Cheng Xuan? When Cheng Xuan was seventeen, he probably wouldn't have been able to beat 'Number One' either."
Standing next to him, Duan Kaiping flattered, "That's not the same. Little Senior Brother had only started martial arts training for a short time when he was seventeen. This person in the news is probably someone the Canglong Dojo has been secretly cultivating for a long time, planning to introduce them as an exceptional talent."
Jiao Hongyuan nodded.
"Never mind, it doesn't matter. Although the outcome wasn't as expected, a few people still died, which is enough to send a message to the ruling council."
Jiao Hongyuan put away his phone and casually asked, "How's 'Number Nine' doing?"
Duan Kaiping swallowed nervously, fear evident in his eyes. "It... it ate Number Seven last night... It's only been ten days since its birth, but it's growing at an incredible rate."
Jiao Hongyuan nodded in satisfaction. "'Number Nine' seems to be the most cost-effective perfect specimen so far. From now on, let's use it as the baseline for future feeding and production."
"Let's find a time for 'Number Nine' to make an appearance as well... Isn't the student in the news from Qingfu High School?"
"That's the best high school in Qingcheng. If something were to happen there... I think it would greatly increase the support for that 'bill'..."
...
(End of Chapter)
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