Free Web NovelChapter 150: Chapter 150: Congratulations
At these words, the upperclassmen who had once been taught by Yan Huoshui immediately recalled the terror of being under his control.
When Yan Huoshui first came to the school, he also wore a pair of glasses just like these. They softened the sharp look in his eyes, making him seem cultured and gentle. Coupled with the cinnabar mole between his brows, it gave him a mild, non-threatening air.
In reality, Teacher Yan with his glasses on and Teacher Yan with them off were two different people. When he was actually commanding a battle, he could beat a person speechless. Yet every mistake he pointed out was so perfectly on point that it left people utterly convinced.
The upperclassmen cowered, shrinking back. Students who had enrolled in the last three years had only seen him on the academy’s instructor wall. They had only heard his name but never met him in person, so they couldn’t truly appreciate the terror he inspired.
So, after the upperclassmen hastily fled, the underclassmen, still full of fiery enthusiasm, crowded around Yan Huoshui, bombarding him with questions. Yan Huoshui’s crimson eyes swept over the faces before him, a casual smile playing on his lips. This only made the students think he was easy to talk to. In reality, they asked many questions, but Yan Huoshui didn’t give a single straight answer.
They didn’t disperse until Admiral Lu came to pick him up.
However, the underclassmen would soon have a profound and painful realization, especially those familiar faces who had swarmed Yan Huoshui with questions.
The very next day, Yan Huoshui was back on duty.
His courses covered all grades, from the lowest to the highest. The upperclassmen males hadn’t seen him in three years, and some had gotten cocky, forgetting his past reign of terror. They goofed off and cracked jokes in class. The underclassmen, having never experienced the rigor of his lessons, were fearlessly ignorant.
Day one, they were arrogant and cocky, not taking him seriously. Day two, they were eager for another try, unwilling to accept defeat. Day three...
"We’re sorry, Teacher Yan! We were blind to your greatness! We’ll never slack off in class again, we promise to listen carefully."
A crowd of male students, their faces bruised and swollen, wailed at Yan Huoshui. They were one step away from hugging his legs and howling, especially those "familiar faces" who had received his special attention.
Yan Huoshui adjusted the glasses on his face. The slight reflection on the lenses hid the cold glint in his crimson eyes. He smirked, feigning confusion. "What are you all doing? I was just providing instruction as part of the normal curriculum."
’Is that so?’
’What kind of "normal instruction" from a "good person" has us ending up in a Treatment Pod every single day?’
’And we can’t even beat him when several of us team up against him.’
’Besides, who would have thought? Yan Huoshui spent years in prison, his spiritual power was shattered for years, but his combat prowess hadn’t diminished in the slightest. In fact, it seemed even stronger.’
The group of males didn’t dare think about it any further. Wiping their tears, they gritted their teeth and carried on with the class.
While the academy students were enduring this devilish training, He Hanshi was also back in the military, drilling soldiers. Meanwhile, Ye Ming was methodically preparing for his own re-election.
Today was the third day, and the election voting was nearing its end.
Even though Ye Ming hadn’t been seen for three years, not long after his release from prison, citizens began to spontaneously share old videos of him cracking down on illicit trades, reviving the memory of his former glory.
This was especially true since rumors had recently spread that the Eldest Prince was dead, which had made the populace remember his many good qualities even more fondly. frёewebnoѵēl.com
So, when they learned that Ye Ming was safe and sound, the election went even more smoothly than he had expected. He crushed Ye Yan by a landslide of several million votes—in an interstellar population of only a few tens of millions.
When Ye Yan saw these results, he was so angry he threw the cup in his hand.
’Big Brother is as much of an eyesore as ever!’
’Why didn’t he die on Black Star?’
Ye Yan’s current devastation and fury were as intense as the joy he’d felt upon hearing the news of his brother’s death. For the past three years, he had considered the position of heir to be his for the taking and had been secretly paving the way. But the moment Ye Ming returned, the public only had eyes for him.
He viciously smashed several more decorative objects. The personal guards serving in the palace didn’t dare make a sound.
That afternoon, Ye Ming gave a live, interstellar broadcast to share his thoughts on reclaiming his position as heir. The Monarch pinned the insignia of the heir to his chest and patted his shoulder in gratification. "Ming’er, you are as outstanding as ever. Your father is very proud."
A happy smile touched the corners of Ye Ming’s lips. "Thank you, Father," he said solemnly.
He held a deep sense of filial affection for his father, who was also the person who had taught him the most. This was true even though his father had later remarried another female.
However, when his gaze swept over to Ye Yan, who was sitting beside them with a smile, the smile in his own eyes faded slightly.
’Father has another son now. I’m not so special anymore.’
The Monarch nodded. After the live broadcast ended, he looked at him with a profound expression. "Ming’er, you must also remember my previous teachings. You must learn to use both carrot and stick. Sometimes, your methods shouldn’t be so gentle." frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
"Your temperament is ultimately too soft. You’re not like your younger brother; he does better than you in this regard."
Hearing this, Ye Yan immediately put on a winning smile and said sweetly, "Father, what are you saying?~"
"If I’m capable of these things, it’s only because Father has taught me so well."
"Hahaha, it seems Yan’er has been listening to my lessons very attentively."
The Monarch said this while patting his head. Ye Yan was all smiles, but as he lowered his gaze, a flash of annoyance crossed his eyes. ’It seems Father always treats me like an obedient pet.’
’He only pays any real attention to me when Big Brother isn’t around.’
Meanwhile, Ye Ming watched the two of them interact, his eyelids lowering slightly to hide the gloom in his eyes.
’He Hanshi was right. After three years apart, Father’s relationship with my brother seems to have grown closer. There’s no guarantee his heart hasn’t become biased.’
Suppressing his heavy mood, he said, "Father, I will take my leave now."
"Mm, go ahead."
The Monarch waved his hand, not trying to keep him.
Not long after Ye Ming left, he received a message from Shi Lan on his chip. News traveled fast online, and she had already seen the election results, so she sent a special message to congratulate him: [Congratulations to our Eldest Prince for taking back what’s yours! As expected of the great Lord Ye!]
She sent a few thumbs-up emojis, followed by a congratulatory red envelope with "666."
Seeing this, Ye Ming’s previously gloomy mood instantly brightened. A warm smile spread across his lips, a faint dimple appearing at the corner of his mouth. He replied as he walked: [Thank you, Lanlan. But I think I should be the one sending red envelopes, so everyone can share in the good fortune.]
With that, he quickly transferred 88,888.
Shi Lan’s mouth fell slightly agape: [You sent so much?]
Ye Ming’s lips curved: [Mhm, this Prince has a vast fortune. This little bit of money is nothing.]
Hearing him say that, Shi Lan didn’t stand on ceremony and accepted it. [Thank you, Boss! May you be blessed with five daughters!]
She replied with a classic red envelope emoji. The blessing was a twist on an old one—wishing for five sons would have been a bit of an insult, but in this world, to actually have five daughters would make a man the luckiest person in the entire interstellar space.
It was a very good blessing.
When Ye Ming saw it, he couldn’t help but imagine five little toddlers who looked just like Shi Lan, all surrounding him and calling him "Daddy." His ears turned slightly red. Distracted, he tripped on the threshold and nearly fell.
Leo, who was following him, quickly steadied him, muttering in confusion, "Eldest Prince, why are you playing on your chip while walking?"
Ye Ming snapped out of his reverie. The heat in his ears hadn’t faded, and his eyes were still brimming with a longing smile. After a moment, under Leo’s stunned and bewildered gaze, he replied to Shi Lan: [Thank you for your blessing, Lanlan.]
Then, he pretended to be serious and turned off his chip.
