Star Hunter.

Chapter 247 Urinating Three Feet Against the Wind

Xilin didn't know why Gorejo's expression was particularly awkward when he mentioned Guan Feng's treat. Gorejo didn't explain, but just said, "You'll find out when the time comes."

When it was his first time at the First Affiliated Hospital, Gore was just showing Xilin around to familiarize him with the area. Normally, when he's really busy, it's a simple routine of three points: the apartment, the teaching building, and the training field. So, it's essential for him to be familiar with these three places.

"Although we all work under Director Guan, he doesn't usually spend too much time teaching. We have to submit a summary report every now and then, reporting on our learning and work. If we're doing a task, that's a different story. Don't think that writing a summary report is easy. Although Director Guan doesn't require it, there are some things you still need to pay attention to..."

On the way to Guan Feng's residence, Gore explained to Xilin his daily work and Guan Feng's requirements. The biggest difference between this place and Qi Yao was the freedom and standards here.

At the affiliated high school, the tutors won't spend much time teaching you what you should and shouldn't do; they'll only teach you skills. How much you learn from them is up to you. The courses you choose are all taught by members of the Royal Society, and aside from these courses, each tutor has their own specific requirements and standards.

Guan Feng's entry requirements are very high, a fact known throughout the entire Lansa Empire. However, despite this high standard, Guan Feng treats his disciples exceptionally well. Any need for flying vehicles or aircraft can be met directly with Guan Feng's assistance; these tools are all high-end products, so why not use them? Guan Feng is also generous with the salaries he pays his students, ranking among the top five in both the first and second affiliated schools. Therefore, even without missions, their daily expenses are not a concern.

Guan Feng wasn't actually very strict with his students. To put it bluntly, even if his students committed murder or arson, as long as they met Guan Feng's requirements, it wouldn't matter. For example, Guan Feng's minimum training target was a 99.99% accuracy rate. As long as they achieved that rate, Guan Feng wouldn't object to them committing murder or arson. This is what makes Guan Feng so enigmatic.

Before Xilin, among the students still under Guan Feng's command who hadn't officially graduated from the First Affiliated Hospital, Senior Brother Pistura had been recruited by the Imperial United Guard, while Senior Sister Fu Qingqing had been recruited by the Royal Guard. These two belonged to the two major imperial armies, while Goryo was recruited by the "Wing," which was outside the two major armies. However, Guan Feng wouldn't interfere with any conflicts between these three in private. Therefore, even if Xilin joined the riot army later, Guan Feng wouldn't care.

Mentors like Guan Feng have a dedicated residential area outside the three affiliated schools. Gorejo brought Xilin to Guan Feng's residence.

Guan Feng's house has a classical style, with a small courtyard outside. It's filled with flowers and plants, making it look quite cozy. However, once inside, the two people sitting in the living room noticeably cooled the atmosphere of this warm home.

  

Two people sat on the sofa in the living room: Senior Brother Pistura and Senior Sister Fu Qingqing. Both had stern faces, to be honest. If these two had softened their expressions, they could attract many men and women in public. But not only were their faces stern, but their expressions were also very unpleasant. Moreover, their auras were so strong that no one dared to speak up, even if they wanted to liven up the atmosphere.

Upon seeing Xilin enter, Pistura and Fu Qingqing simultaneously turned their heads, glancing at Xilin with rather unpleasant expressions. They nodded to Gorejo, then continued watching the recent speeches by several members of the Royal Academy of Sciences playing on the large screen not far away.

Gorjo was clearly used to this situation, and told Sirin not to worry, before going to the kitchen to check on things.

Just as Xilin sat down, Goreyo returned. "I just reported to Director Guan, and he's cooking right now."

So, Guan Feng's four students all sat on the long, large sofa in the living room watching the academician's speech. The atmosphere was quite strange. Xilin felt that Pistura and Fu Qingqing clearly harbored hostility towards him, or more accurately, resentment. Could it really be because, as Goreyo had said before, Guan Feng only allowed Xilin to use the Infernal Razer K?

Besides Pistura and Fu Qingqing, Gore seemed to freeze up after entering. Seeing that none of the three intended to speak, Xilin remained silent, continuing with the video presentation.

To show its politeness, the gray cat obediently sat upright on the sofa—no one objected when it jumped onto the sofa.

Five minutes later, the gray cat felt itchy all over. Its gaze unconsciously drifted towards the large fish tank on the other side of the living room.

The fish inside are really plump! Look at how happily they're swimming; it makes my claws itch.

After glancing at Xilin, the gray cat moved its rear end backward, then backward, and backward again.

Damn it, I'm not hanging out with you guys anymore!

With cat-like steps, it darted over to the large fish tank, nimbly leaped up, and squatted on the edge of the bathtub.

When the gray cat jumped into the fish tank, the four people on the sofa were watching it. As they watched the cat leap into the tank, none of them stopped it, each with their own reasons.

There was a unique vent on the fish tank, and the fragrance of flowers and grass from the yard outside drifted in on the breeze, which smelled very pleasant. The gray cat squatted on the edge of the fish tank, watching the fish inside, enjoying the breeze, and feeling the warm light shining in from the window. He squinted his eyes and felt a little drowsy.

A fish seemed somewhat hostile to the animal's presence, leaping out of the water and spouting a jet of water.

The gray cat's head was wet from the water sprayed by the fish.

Xilin understood. No wonder Gore and the others didn't stop it; they just wanted to see the gray cat get its comeuppance.

This fish started it, and when the other fish saw what their companion was doing, they jumped up one after another and sprayed water at the gray cat.

The gray cat was half asleep and didn't notice when the first fish sprayed water, but after being sprayed once, it was much more awake. It wasn't easy for the male fish to spray it afterward. However, since there were many fish, even though the gray cat darted left and right, it couldn't avoid being sprayed. These fish sprayed water very quickly and moved very fast, making them quite agile. They are not just good-looking.

The wind picked up, taking away the warmth the gray cat had just felt from the sun. It flicked the water droplets off its ears, then swished its tail. Knowing the gray cat as he did, Xilin knew this guy was definitely up to some mischievous idea again.

Sure enough, the next moment the gray cat found an angle, ignoring the fish spraying water at it, and flicked its tail.

"To urinate three feet into the wind!"

Dilalala—

Xilin, Gorejo, Fu Qingqing, and Pistura: "..."

Could you be any more shameful?!

Xilin really wanted to stuff the cat into a crack in the ground.

What cat would urinate on a tank of fish under such circumstances?!

As Guan Feng walked out carrying a plate, he saw his four students staring at the fat cat watching it act like a hooligan towards the fish in the tank.

It has to be said that after the gray cat peed on the fish tank, the fish really did become much more docile and stopped jumping up and spraying water. Xilin guessed that the fish were probably busy vomiting.

Guan Feng put down the plate and went back to the kitchen without offering any opinion.

Xilin coughed, reminding the fat cat to be mindful of the occasion.

The slow-witted gray cat, realizing Xilin's intention, shook its fur to get rid of the water droplets and ran to the dryer to dry its fur. Then it ran to Xilin's side, lay down, licked its fur, looked at Xilin, then at the fur on its back, as if to say: Come on, let me pet you!

Xilin thought: This cat is getting more and more demanding!

Before long, Guan Feng brought out all the dishes. Looking at the table full of food, Xi Lin suddenly understood why everyone looked like they were going to their execution.

Color, aroma, and taste. At least color and aroma are completely unrelated. As for taste, judging from the expressions of Gore, the three of them, and Xilin, he could tell that this last "taste" might not be able to compare with "color" and "aroma".

The four of them sat down around the table. Each of them had a plate in front of them, and then Guan Feng added a large spoonful of something like mud to each of their plates.

Xilin glanced at Gorjo, his eyes asking inquiringly: What is this greenish-brown mud?

Goryo gave Xilin a "good luck" look, then lowered his eyes like Pistura and Fu Qingqing, letting Guan Feng add things to their plates.

Besides Xilin and his three companions, there was also a spot for the gray cat on the table, and its plate contained the exact same food as the others.

The gray cat squatted on its specially raised seat, looking at the piles of food on the plate. It glanced at Xilin and the others, and seeing that no one was eating, it resisted the urge to stick out its tongue and lick it.

After finally refilling everyone's plates, Guan Feng sat down, clapped his hands, and said, "Alright, we have a new member, Xilin, today. Let's have a get-together, it's been so long!"

Goreyo, Pistura, and Fu Qingqing inwardly scoffed: They had just gotten together thirty days ago! Other mentors don't complain about not getting together for hundreds of days!

"Alright, let's not waste any more time and get started. Xilin, this is your first time eating what I've made, so savor it. This is a nutritious meal, nothing like the junk food sold outside."

After saying that, Guan Feng took the lead and started using the spoon.

Gore and the others took a deep breath and began to eat. Pistura, his face pale, mechanically put the spoon into his mouth. Fu Qingqing's forehead veins throbbed, but her face remained expressionless.

They deeply understood their feelings the moment Xilin took her first spoonful. It's truly incomparable to the junk food sold outside; at least junk food can whet your appetite, while these "nutritious meals with love" make you feel nauseous.

Xilin suppressed his discomfort. Since Gore and the others had adapted, he knew he had to too. Then, under self-hypnosis, Xilin mechanically put food into his mouth, just like Pistura and the others.

The group cried out in their hearts: It's not that we don't want to eat, it's that our intestines are too resistant!

As for the gray cat... that guy ate with gusto!

"Professor Guan Feng, this is the best lunch I've ever had!"

"...Cough, cough cough..."

Goryo, who was choking, ignored the bitter melon juice in the glass and forced it into his mouth with a contorted face.

Pistura was speechless, and Fu Qingqing's eyes widened in disbelief.

Delicious? The best-tasting?

Are you performing a stand-up comedy routine?!

Are you sure you're not just flattering me to cover up the mistake you made with that tank of fish?

After confirming that the gray cat wasn't joking, Guan Feng chuckled and said, "As expected, Huru has the best eye for quality, unlike these four little brats who are blind to talent!"

"Yes, that's right!" The gray cat nodded in agreement.

It's nothing but bullshit!

Guan Feng didn't like to talk while eating, and neither did Gore and the others, because they didn't want their numb swallowing process to be interrupted.

Having finally finished the meal, Xilin felt like he had fought a tough battle. However, through his body's absorption of the food, Xilin realized that Guan Feng's words were true. These nutritious meals were indeed very beneficial to the body, something one would only notice after consuming them.

After finishing their meal, Pistura and Fu Qingqing looked much better, and even their gazes towards Xilin no longer held the resentment they had before.

Xilin now understands that the main reason for the two men's previous attitude was not because of him.

Guan Feng chatted with the four of them. Pistura, Fu Qingqing, and Goreyo also reported on their recent training status and some problems encountered during training. As for their other matters, they would not talk about them here. Guan Feng said he would not interfere, and even if the Royal Guard and the Imperial Joint Guard were to fight, he would not interfere with their wishes.

Listening to their reporting style and key points, Xilin decided that he would have to report to Guan Feng in the same way next time.

"They're all pretty good." Guan Feng didn't hold back his praise. "Xilin, if you have any more questions, ask them. If you really don't understand, come back to me. Goreyo already told you about the other things to pay attention to, right? I won't repeat them. You should familiarize yourself with them and build rapport first."

After saying that, Guan Feng left and went upstairs.

"Where is Director Guan going?" Xi Lin asked after Guan Feng went upstairs.

"Take a nap."

The so-called efforts to build rapport were mostly done by Goreyo, with Fu Qingqing saying a few words as well, while Pistura spoke the least, maintaining a blank expression.

After talking for a while, the meeting ended and everyone went their separate ways.

"Shouldn't we tell Director Guan?" Xilin asked.

"If you disturb his lunch break over something so trivial, you'll definitely get shot," Gorejo asserted.

"Then...do we need to clean that up?" Xilin pointed to the fish tank where the gray cat had urinated.

"No need, we'll get a new one tomorrow."

Okay, Xilin stopped asking. Since no one cared, why should he? He tugged at the gray cat and got into Gore's flying car.

Pistura and Fu Qingqing had already left. Goreyo escorted Xilin back to his apartment, and before leaving, Goreyo told Xilin, "Don't forget to ask Director Guan for a flying car. It'll be easier to get around the planet that way. Don't worry, Director Guan has plenty of flying cars."

After thanking Xilin, he prepared to rest, but the doorbell rang shortly after he lay down.

Xilin glanced at the image displayed on the screen and opened the door.

Standing outside the door were three people: Yuan Xingming, Yuan Xingyao, and a slightly older person who bore a resemblance to the first two. This should be Yuan Xingming's older brother, Yuan Xingchen, who was raised from childhood to be the heir to the throne.

Compared to Yuan Xingyao's composure, Yuan Xingchen possessed more of the majesty of a superior. Even though he had not yet officially inherited the throne, his mere presence alone was enough to create a sense of oppression.

Xilin wasn't surprised that they knew about his apartment and route so quickly; otherwise, they wouldn't have timed it so precisely. After all, they were royalty. If they didn't have this much ability, Xilin would have suspected that the Yuan family had declined.

"Come in," Xilin said, inviting the three of them in.

There were still some members of the Yuan family in the shadows, but they had no intention of following in. Yuan Xingchen wouldn't let them in either. Even his most loyal subordinates, Yuan Xingchen didn't want them to know about the internal affairs of the Yuan family.

The gray cat lay on the bed with its eyes closed, seemingly asleep, but the occasional twitching of its ears showed that it was fully aware of what was happening in the living room.

"We just moved in today, so we don't have much to offer you." Xilin pulled up a chair and sat down facing the three of them.

"In that case, let's get straight to the point," Yuan Xingchen said.

With Yuan Xingchen present, Yuan Xingming and Yuan Xingyao didn't interrupt much.

Yuan Xingchen paused, then turned to Yuan Xingming and said, "You go inside and stay there first."

"Why...?" Yuan Xingming, who was about to express his opinion, swallowed his words after being glared at by Yuan Xingchen, and muttered, "Second brother is here too, yet he excludes me..."

"Xingyao, go inside and stay there too," Yuan Xingchen said.

Yuan Xingyao clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, and squinted at Yuan Xingming. Yuan Xingming curled his lip and walked into the bedroom.

Although unwilling, Yuan Xingyao still followed him into the bedroom.

"Shall we talk in the study?" Xilin asked.

"No need." Yuan Xingchen looked at Xilin carefully, but couldn't find any resemblance between him and the Yuan family members. So he shifted his gaze to Xilin's left thumb. "I want to see the lucky mark on your hand."

Xilin removed his gloves, extending his thumb, which had a curled leaf pattern, to allow Yuan Xingchen to observe better.

In truth, Xilin was also puzzled as to why the ring was still not responding, even in front of this future king.

Xilin had his doubts about whether Yuanye had been set up, which led to that outcome. But looking back, Yuanye never complained and often expressed his longing for his hometown. From the last words Yuanye left for Xilin, there was no indication that the Yuan family had any ill will towards him. On the contrary, Yuanye was single-mindedly thinking about returning to the Yuan family.

After careful consideration, Xilin decided to expose the scroll pattern to Yuan Xingyao and the others, hoping it would accelerate the progress of the matter.

"It really is a genuine Fortune Mark!" Yuan Xingchen said, showing Xilin a scroll mark on his wrist.

The scroll pattern on Yuan Xingchen's wrist is very similar to the scroll pattern on Xilin's thumb, but there are still differences, just like no two leaves in the world are exactly the same.

"Those who possess the Fuji crest are all closely related to King Fuji, like me, Xingming, and Xingyao, because our father is King Fuji. But what about you? What is your identity?"

Xilin shook his head. "I promised someone that I wouldn't reveal the reason or the original owner of this Fortune mark until the ring gives me a hint."

Yuan Xingchen was not surprised; he had already expected this.

"As far as I know, within five generations, only my grandfather's generation had a Fuji crest like yours, and my grandfather was the Fuji King of that generation!" (。)()