YA Ch30: Meeting

The first chapter ends, and it’s time to jump to the second chapter.

The barrage instantly flooded the screen, and the audience was extremely excited.

[This is ten thousand times better than anime. I feel like I’m on the battlefield too, participating in this moth-to-flame counterattack, sob sob sob.]

[Chenyu is awesome, Chenyu is awesome, Chenyu is awesome!]

[This is really black technology; the characters actually have autonomy. Hua Wenyuan almost discovered Lu Yu and the other.]

[Hahahaha, damn, so the black eagle was Lu Yu, what about President Ming?]

Those who hadn’t looked at the small screen quickly glanced at it and then: “???”

Are these two really the two domineering CEOs of Chenyu Technology? Aren’t CEOs usually stern, calm, and reserved? What’s wrong with these two?

Chenyu used Niao Shu’s live streaming platform this time, which can be directly linked to social media. Someone posted pictures of Lu Yu and Ming Yan as mountain eagles, which were quickly boosted to the hot search with everyone’s “hahaha.”

However, there was no time for much discussion as the second chapter had already started, and everyone rushed back to continue watching. Those who hadn’t watched the live broadcast didn’t understand, so to figure out what the hot search meant, they also clicked on the live broadcast.

Hua Wenyuan suddenly opened his eyes, the heart-piercing pain had not yet disappeared, making him unable to move for a moment.

Wasn’t he dead? Why could he still feel pain?

In front of him was a stretch of blue brick ground, and he found himself lying on a bench.

The sound of a whip cutting through the air reached his ears, and without thinking, Hua Wenyuan turned around and grabbed the switch that was about to hit his back, his eyes full of killing intent. He thought he might have been captured by Tartars and turned into a slave to be slaughtered. He turned his head, only to see the surprised look of his father, Old Master Hua.

Old Master Hua was disciplining his son. Being caught off guard and having his switch grabbed, his anger flared up: “You rebellious son, you dare to resist!”

Hua Wenyuan was stunned and let go: “Father?”

“Smack!” The switch struck heavily on his back, which was only covered by a middle garment. Hua Wenyuan grunted, the burning pain reminding him that all of this was real. He was actually alive, alive to be beaten by his own father!

The stepmother hurriedly intervened: “Master, that’s enough. Wenyuan still has to marry tomorrow. How can he get married if he’s injured today?”

“Marry?” Hua Wenyuan frowned.

Old Master Hua, with half-blind eyes, didn’t see the bewilderment on Hua Wenyuan’s face and continued to scold him: “That foster son of the eunuch with the brush, how dare you offend him?”

Hua Wenyuan jumped off the bench, dodging another round of his father’s attacks. While evading, he recalled what happened and finally remembered.

This was when he was sixteen, just before his marriage. He had kicked over a runaway horse on the street, causing the rider to break a leg.

Although he didn’t know how he suddenly returned to being sixteen, Hua Wenyuan spoke up: “That man was galloping on West Street and almost trampled a child to death.”

Old Master Hua was furious but couldn’t chase him down. Leaning on the switch and panting: “Kneel in the ancestral hall, and come out when you’ve figured it out. If you can’t figure it out, kneel until the wedding tomorrow.”

With that, he threw down the switch, had the steward support him, and left in a huff.

“Wenyuan, are you alright?” The stepmother came over, holding a handkerchief.

Hua Wenyuan ignored her fake concern, put on a piece of clothing, and walked towards the study.

He had been on the battlefield for years and had not returned to the Hua family during that time. Everything here felt unfamiliar. Fortunately, this was where he grew up, so he still remembered how to get around despite being away for many years.

The study boy saw him hurrying: “Young Master, where are you going?”

Hua Wenyuan paused, grabbed his study boy, and asked: “Do you know which family’s daughter I’m engaged to?”

The study boy was so scared that he frowned: “Young Master, you must have been hit on the head by the Master, right?” Who forgets the family they’re engaged to?

Hua Wenyuan took a deep breath, let go of the study boy’s hand, and playfully knocked on his head: “I’m just testing you. If you can answer, there’s an errand for you.”

The study boy breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the young master wasn’t hurt, and then he was happy: “I know, the engagement is with the seventh young lady of the Cheng family. Are you asking me to deliver something to the Cheng family?”

Hua Wenyuan snapped his fingers: “Smart, come with me.”

The smile disappeared from his face the moment he turned away.

“Poor thing, still in a state of battlefield stress,” Lu Yu whispered to Ming Yan while watching the scene from the wall, explaining the key points, “The Cheng family is part of the civil officials group. They want to resist the Eunuch faction by allying with military generals, so they arranged a marriage with the Hua family. But Hua Wenyuan was about to go to war, and no one wanted to marry him, so the Cheng family sent an unloved seventh young lady.”

He was still wearing that initial brown short robe, hanging on the low garden wall, leisurely swinging his legs.

“If this were a romance novel, the unloved seventh young lady marrying the reborn Hua Wenyuan would rise up and face-slap everyone, eventually becoming the empress,” Lu Yu stroked his chin, “but unfortunately, this is a no-CP story.”

Ming Yan stood under the wall, helplessly saying, “Hurry and get down, or someone will see you.”

Just as he spoke, Hua Wenyuan seemed to sense something and turned his head.

Lu Yu quickly jumped down, pulling Ming Yan to run to a distant willow tree’s shade: “Let’s change clothes first.”

As the saying goes, clothes make the man just as a saddle makes the horse. With this outfit, lying on the wall, he didn’t look like a good person. But if he changed into luxurious clothes, people who saw him would just think he was a playboy and wouldn’t shoot arrows at him immediately.

Ming Yan twirled a pencil: “What kind of clothes do you want?”

Lu Yu waved his hand: “A dragon robe.”

Ming Yan: “…”

Lu Yu shook Ming Yan’s wrist holding the pencil: “Haha, just kidding. Give me a close-fitting warrior outfit, and you can wear a wide-sleeved scholar’s robe.”

Ming Yan didn’t ask why he wanted to dress like that, directly drawing him a treasure blue narrow-sleeved warrior outfit. A wide belt inlaid with silver and blue gemstones cinched his waist, and a pair of carved silver bracers buckled his forearms. After observing for a moment, Ming Yan added a matching silver hair crown.

The originally destitute Lu Yu instantly transformed into a wealthy young master skilled in horseback riding and archery.

Ming Yan changed into a wide-sleeved scholar’s robe, looking quite refined.

Lu Yu shook his head: “No, no, make it more luxurious, with cloud gauze on the wide sleeves.”

“What kind of plot requires such attire?” Ming Yan was puzzled, changing into a cyan wide-sleeved long robe, covered with transparent cloud gauze, and wearing a jade crown with hanging pearls.

Lu Yu was stunned, circling around Ming Yan, and said to the audience outside the screen: “Quick, take a screenshot.”

Then he looked a few more times before reluctantly saying: “Alright, change back to the scholar’s robe.”

Ming Yan gripped the pencil tightly, took a deep breath, reminding himself it was a live broadcast.

“No swearing, no violent behavior.” Lu Yu leaned back fearfully.

After Ming Yan changed his clothes, Lu Yu raised his hand and summoned: “Keyboard, come!”

A black keyboard floated under his hand, which Lu Yu found displeasing: “This won’t do; it’s too modern. Baby, turn it into a seven-string zither for me.”

“Don’t call me that.” Ming Yan gritted his teeth, smiling, and squeezed out a quiet warning through his clenched teeth.

“Hehe, Yan-ge, Yan-ge, help me change it.” Lu Yu laughed, handing the keyboard over, and Ming Yan turned it into a black seven-string zither with a few strokes, also changing his pencil into a brush.

Ming Yan looked at the zither: “Now there are no keys, how will you type?”

“No problem; it looks like a zither, but it’s still a keyboard. I can type without looking at the letters.” Lu Yu tried it out, looking like he was playing an ethereal zither and exuding a charming aura.

Lu Yu didn’t make the keyboard disappear, letting the zither float with him, and pulled Ming Yan to squat by a wall root, whispering: “Wait, that boy will come out soon.”

Sure enough, soon after, Hua Wenyuan nimbly flipped over the wall. Just after landing, he saw the two squatting at the wall root: “Oh!”

After exclaiming, Hua Wenyuan immediately fell silent, quickly drawing a short knife from his waist, his eyes cold: “Who are you? Why are you hiding here?”

Lu Yu shielded Ming Yan behind him. This boy had just been reborn and was still in a state of stress—not really a sixteen-year-old but a blood-soaked general from the battlefield. He smiled, using the zither to push away the short knife: “Wenyuan, don’t you remember me? I’m your second uncle, Hua Shengmi!”