20demayo Chapter 6 You can calculate it yourself.
Chapter 6 You can calculate it yourself.
A person walked very fast, with heavy steps, and the sound of their heels hitting the bluestone slabs was muffled and loud, like stomping on the ground.
The other one followed behind, with much lighter steps and a hint of hesitation. He would take a few steps and then pause, as if he didn't really want to follow but had no choice.
Zhuge Yan put down his cup.
He could tell the one who was in a hurry was Zhuge Zhao.
Unlike most sorcerers in the world of supernatural beings, the disciples of the Wuhou Sect not only practice magic, but also cultivate both internal and external skills!
Disciples of the Wuhou School of martial arts also practice external martial arts such as oil hammering, Bajiquan, and plum blossom stakes from a young age.
Like most disciples of the Wuhou School, Zhuge Zhao practiced external stance training as a foundation, resulting in a stable lower body, a low center of gravity, and heavy steps when walking.
In addition, his limelight was stolen during today's exam, and the anger in his footsteps is almost palpable without needing to be overclocked.
As for the other person, his steps were light, and he landed on his forefoot first—it was Zhuge Ming.
Zhuge Ming was much more tactful than Zhuge Zhao. He was probably following behind not to lend a hand, but to break up the fight.
The footsteps grew closer in the west wing corridor.
Zhuge Yan did not move. He sat at the table, picked up his teacup, and took another sip of cold tea.
boom!
The door was suddenly pushed open.
They didn't knock.
Zhuge Zhao stood at the door, followed by Zhuge Ming, who looked helpless.
The light in the corridor shone in from behind Zhuge Zhao, casting a long shadow that reached all the way to Zhuge Yan's feet.
"Zhuge Yan".
Zhuge Zhao's voice was very low, but the lowness was not restraint; it was like cramming a pile of fire into a small furnace, which could explode at any moment.
Zhuge Yan put down his teacup and looked up at him.
"What's up?"
Zhuge Zhao stepped across the threshold, and Zhuge Ming followed behind, closing the door behind him.
His action made Zhuge Yan glance at him again—closing the door meant that Zhuge Ming didn't want others to hear what was about to happen.
In other words, Zhuge Ming knew what Zhuge Zhao was going to say, and that what he was going to say was not something that could be made public.
"What happened to your exam today?"
Zhuge Zhao stood in the center of the room, looking down at Zhuge Yan who was sitting.
He was a year older than Zhuge Yan and a head taller, which made him feel that he had the upper hand, at least in terms of appearance.
"What happened?"
Zhuge Yan asked in a calm tone.
"Don't play dumb!"
Zhuge Zhao clenched his fist at his side.
"Two years! A full two years! You can't even complete the most basic Eight Gates deduction! Who in the entire clan doesn't know that?"
Every time there's a ten-day exam, you're always the last one called up, and every time you can't even stabilize your central palace before your skills collapse.
Uncle Zhong has been teaching you for two years, and you haven't even scratched the surface.
He emphasized the word "two years" in his voice.
"And then today, you suddenly found yourself able to operate the Heaven, Earth, and Man plates simultaneously? The Eight Gates lit up at the same instant—something even Yun Hui couldn't do, and you accomplished it?"
Zhuge Zhao took a step closer.
Do you think I'd believe that?
Zhuge Yan did not stand up.
He simply sat quietly in his chair, looking up at Zhuge Zhao, his expression unchanged.
"So what do you think is going on?"
"Cheating."
Zhuge Zhao practically spat out the word through gritted teeth.
"You must have cheated using some method!"
Zhuge Ming gently tugged at Zhuge Zhao's sleeve from the side.
"Brother Zhao, forget it..."
"What's there to calculate?"
Zhuge Zhao flung his hand away.
"You think I haven't thought about it? The Wuhou Sect's examination was held in the middle of the week, with two clan elders present and everyone watching. How could he possibly cheat? I've been thinking about this the whole way back."
He stared at Zhuge Yan.
"Then it dawned on me, because... your father is the clan chief!"
The moment those words were spoken, the air in the room suddenly felt heavy.
Zhuge Ming's expression changed.
"Brother Zhao, you can't say things like that carelessly—"
Did I say something wrong?
Zhuge Zhao did not turn around; his gaze remained fixed on Zhuge Yan's face.
"The clan chief gave prior instructions, asking Uncle Zhong and Uncle Ji to go easy on the judges."
Your scheme wasn't that good at all, but they deliberately elevated your status because of the clan leader.
Group C? Do you even deserve it?
Zhuge Ming no longer tugged at his sleeve.
He stood behind Zhuge Zhao, looking at Zhuge Yan with an embarrassed expression. His lips moved as if he wanted to apologize on Zhuge Zhao's behalf, but he didn't know how to start.
Zhuge Yan put down his teacup.
He sat in the chair and looked up at Zhuge Zhao.
The midday sun shone through the window, casting several interplays of light and shadow on his face.
His expression was calm, not a forced calm, but genuinely calm.
In my previous life, I lived for almost thirty years and heard far more hurtful things in the workplace.
No matter how much a seven or eight-year-old boy grits his teeth, in his eyes he's nothing more than—
Little brat.
When those three words came to mind, Zhuge Yan almost laughed, but he managed to hold it in.
"Are you finished speaking?"
Zhuge Zhao was taken aback; he clearly hadn't expected Zhuge Yan to react this way.
As he expected, Zhuge Yan should either jump up and refute, or lower his head guiltily.
Either way, it proves that he has something to hide.
But Zhuge Yan just sat there, looking at him with a strange expression.
It was not provocation, not anger, not even contempt.
It's more like an adult watching a child throw a tantrum. You know he's making a scene and you understand why he's making a scene, but you just can't take it seriously with him.
This look infuriated Zhuge Zhao even more.
"What kind of attitude is that?"
Zhuge Yan did not answer this question.
He picked up his teacup, took another sip, and then slowly put the cup back on the table.
"Zhuge Zhao, I have a question for you."
Zhuge Zhao frowned.
"Although we are disciples of the Wuhou School, we haven't officially started learning the four magic arts yet, but the most basic things are taught to us by the clan from a young age."
Zhuge Yan looked into his eyes.
"Most of us have learned a little bit about divination, right?"
Zhuge Zhao didn't reply, but his expression answered—of course, there was no need to ask.
"Since we're all warlocks..."
Zhuge Yan's voice was not loud, and his speech was not fast; every word was spoken steadily and clearly.
"Why don't you do the math yourself?"
Zhuge Zhao's brows furrowed even more.
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't you suspect me of cheating?"
Zhuge Yan placed his hands on the table, interlacing his fingers.
"Whether you suspect Uncle Zhong and Uncle Ji of turning a blind eye, or suspect my father of secretly finding someone to help me, if these things are true, they will definitely leave traces."
Although the divination techniques of the Wuhou School cannot know everything, it should not be difficult for you to determine the truth or falsehood of the matter at hand.
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze settling peacefully on Zhuge Zhao's face.
"Let's see if I cheated or not, whether the two elders held back or not, and whether the strange formation under my feet when I stood in the training ground today was something I set up myself."