It Turns Out The Master's Wife Is Actually Me [GL] - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Cheng Fu turned back in astonishment, doubting she was having a hallucination.

How had a giant-sized rice bucket suddenly appeared before her? She had clearly just stepped out of the classroom, and the refectory was still a significant walk away.

In a flash, Xin Yunze’s eyes lit up. He darted in front of Cheng Fu, enthusiastically extending his hand. “Hello, Cheng Fu! I’ve heard so much about you! This young master has wanted to be friends with you for a long time!”

Cheng Fu:

Her face darkened, her movements momentarily freezing. Having never dealt with an idiot before, she lacked experience; she wasn’t sure if she should avoid him or just humiliate him with a perfunctory response.

The handsome rice bucket blocked her path once more, smiling as pleasantly as a spring breeze, without a hint of embarrassment. Let’s go grab a meal together?

Cheng Fu frowned slightly, her internal monologue filled with criticism. This person’s pick-up line was stiff and awkward, and he even referred to himself as this young master he looked like nothing but trouble.

Without a word, she leaned to the side to bypass Xin Yunze and walked forward.

The moment she turned her head, the voice of 068 poured into her mind with impeccable timing: Detected passive task behavior from the host. Initiating Compulsory Correction Procedure. This program effectively assists the host in overcoming physical and mental discomfort.

Tips: Once the program is started, it cannot be terminated by external forces.

The system’s calm, emotionless voice made Cheng Fu’s scalp tingle. She flared up in rage: This ghost system can actually obstruct my physical movements? How is this different from being kidnapped?

Having finished her mental outburst, Cheng Fu looked resentful. Carrying a heart full of anger, she once again evaded Xin Yunze’s enthusiastic interception and walked briskly in the opposite direction of the refectory.

So what if she didn’t go to the refectory today? There was still a large bowl of leftover spirit rice in her storage cabinet from yesterday; filling her stomach wouldn’t be an issue.

068 clearly heard Cheng Fu’s questioning but offered no reaction. A host’s emotions would not sway an artificial intelligence customer service bot born for the system.

The buzzing of electrical current grew stronger in Cheng Fu’s head: Compulsory Task Correction Procedure loading… 1%… 36%… 68%…

Her pace quickened.

Loading progress: 79%… 98%… 99%…

100%… Compulsory Task Correction Procedure activated!

In an instant, Cheng Fu’s entire body shuddered. Her body stopped abruptly as if it were no longer under her control. The sudden halt kicked up a bit of dust from the ground.

It felt as though her soul had been pulled out; she completely lost control over her physical form, forced to watch as her body was gradually injected with another unknown consciousness.

Manipulated by it, Cheng Fu’s body slowly turned around, walking step by step toward Xin Yunze, whose eyes had suddenly turned pleasantly surprised.

The steps grew faster. Everything around seemed normal students passing by in pairs, chatting and laughing. Cheng Fu’s vision blurred along with her consciousness; she felt as though the flow of time for everything before her had vanished, the scenes flashing by like flickering shadows familiar yet strange.

The light in Cheng Fu’s eyes slowly faded, gradually turning into a mechanical, non-organic state. She was a mere spectator within her own body.

Xin Yunze’s face suddenly became very large in her field of vision. She saw a brilliant, sunny smile spread across his face, his two sharp canine teeth particularly eye-catching.

Wow, you’re finally willing to eat with this young master! Let’s go, let’s go. I’ve been starving waiting for you.

She walked side-by-side with Xin Yunze all the way to the entrance of the Zhiwang Refectory.

Compulsory Task Correction Procedure execution complete. Restoring host’s original physical control.

It is hoped that the host will treat task objectives seriously in the future and avoid dereliction of duty.

You traveled to this world plane solely to complete tasks. Generating excessively strong personal emotions toward people or objects in this world is detrimental to task completion.

Virtual AI Customer Service 068 wishes you a pleasant journey in this world!

068’s voice was icy, devoid of anything that could be interpreted as joy.

Cheng Fu acted as if she hadn’t heard. Her eyes fixed on the obviously too-close social distance between her and Xin Yunze. She took an imperceptible step back before seamlessly picking up the conversation that the system entity had been having with him.

Xin Yunze, thick-headed as usual, didn’t notice the change in Cheng Fu at all. He had gotten along exceptionally well with Cheng Fu just now and was still immersed in the excitement of meeting a kindred spirit, gesturing wildly and laughing repeatedly.

This young master said so! How could anyone not like Sword Master Yan? They even called me a brainless fan what a joke! If those people saw the Sword Master themselves, they’d probably be more excited than anyone!

Cheng Fu:

What on earth did the system just talk to him about?

She nodded numbly.

Young Master Xin rattled on in front of Cheng Fu for a while before finally realizing something was off. He asked in confusion, What’s wrong with you? Suddenly so quiet. Is it because you’ve become the Sword Master’s disciple and feel your life’s goal is fully achieved, so everything has become boring?

He pondered for a moment, then nodded solemnly. Makes sense. After all, the things you can’t get are the best, and the things you can’t have are the most wanted. Ah, the melancholy! This young master will probably be just like you after the Sword Master takes me as his disciple.

Cheng Fu remained silent, feeling a sliver of thin respect for the system for the first time. To be able to chat happily with Xin Yunze just what kind of divine being was this system?

Xin Yunze didn’t seem to expect an answer from her anyway. He turned his eyes and immediately spotted a food window with few people. His eyes lit up, and he waved frantically to Cheng Fu. “Quick, get in line! There are few people now hey! Hurry up, this young master will play the host today and treat you to a Zhiwang special meal!

Hearing this, Cheng Fu rubbed her empty stomach. Her expression finally softened, and she smiled slightly. “Does the Zhiwang Refectory have special meals? How do they taste? I don’t have many spirit stones and my pockets are quite empty, so I’ll thank the young master for his hospitality in advance.

Xin Yunze chuckled, reaching out to take a tray piled high with food. He winked at Cheng Fu. Quick, find a seat. Don’t just stand there. Hey, hey, why aren’t you moving?

On the dark tray held steadily in the young master’s hands, there were fourteen bright white porcelain bowls lined up neatly. And in those fourteen bowls, there were bulging, glistening servings of the Zhiwang Academy specialty Spirit Rice.

Cheng Fu stared at the tray in Xin Yunze’s hands, her expression stiff and her throat dry. She asked with difficulty. Why did you get so many bowls of spirit rice?

Xin Yunze’s brows furrowed, clearly surprised and dissatisfied that Cheng Fu would even ask such a thing. His voice dropped, taking on a slightly preachy tone: As the Sword Master’s disciple, don’t you know that you have to eat the most at noon? This afternoon is the combat practice class; if you eat too little, you’ll be hungry.

Cheng Fu:

Cheng Fu stared: Didn’t you say you’d treat me to a Zhiwang special meal? Where is the special meal?

A female student who had finished her meal early happened to pass by Cheng Fu’s table, covering her mouth with a laugh as she overheard: Isn’t spirit rice the biggest specialty of Zhiwang? This is premium spirit rice exclusively from the Five Rice Continent; the annual yield is limited, and it’s only supplied to the imperial family and Zhiwang. Doesn’t eating ‘imperial grain’ give you a very unique feeling?

Xin Yunze said while shoving rice into his mouth, muffled: Exactly. This young master only just met you and was willing to spend on fourteen bowls of spirit rice. Aren’t you touched, Cheng Fu?

Truth comes out after wine for Young Master Xin, the “fine wine” was clearly these fourteen bowls of spirit rice. He began to pour out his heart by the third bowl:

“Actually, this young master didn’t want to give you this much face, but you are the Sword Master’s disciple, so you have some value in getting close to. However, after talking to you, I don’t see what’s so special about you. Your only merit is worshiping the Sword Master. Hey, do you think that counts as a merit? So many people worship him.

By the fourth bowl, Xin Yunze glanced sideways at Cheng Fu and sighed: It’s one thing that your cultivation level isn’t high, but you eat so slowly. Truly a hopeless case. Tell me, what magic did you use to make the Sword Master take a mediocre Dharma cultivator like you instead of a genius like me?

Cheng Fu was already nearly full from anger alone. Sitting before the seven bowls of untouched spirit rice, she gave a hollow laugh and gritted her teeth: Because I don’t have ‘young master syndrome,’ understand? The Sword Master doesn’t like kids who constantly refer to themselves as this young master.

The chopsticks, which had been moving so fast they created a whistling sound, stopped instantly.

Xin Yunze’s expression became solemn. His hand holding the chopsticks froze in mid-air as he stared wide-eyed at Cheng Fu.

After a long silence, he asked nervously, Really? Does the Sword Master really not like people like me?

Cheng Fu nodded with a deep, serious expression. Yes. The Sword Master only likes mature and steady people like me.

Xin Yunze scratched his head. Although he didn’t quite understand where Cheng Fu was “mature and steady, since she had been accepted by the Sword Master, perhaps she really did have a hidden steady side.

Thinking of this, Xin Yunze straightened his posture and cleared his throat. How about this? I… I should also look like the mature type, because everyone says my cultivation level is no different from someone over a hundred years old.

He smoothed his clothes forcefully, assuming a grave look, and said in a deep voice, Alright, back to business. I sought you out mainly to ask how did you get accepted by the Sword Master? I look up to someone like him and very much want to become his disciple.

As Cheng Fu was considering how to reject this delusional boy, 068’s voice rang out eerily again: Please treat the task objective seriously. you have already triggered the Compulsory Correction Procedure once. For the remaining time, stricter monitoring and assessment will be conducted.

Thus, Xin Yunze saw Cheng Fu, sitting opposite him, suddenly take a deep breath. After her expression contorted for two seconds, it slowly became friendly. The look in her eyes as she watched him was complex and benevolent, making him feel a strange sense of filial piety.

Xin Yunze’s face twisted slightly; he was repulsed by his own thought of recognizing a thief as a father. He looked down and muttered a few curses, but when he looked up and saw Cheng Fu’s beaming face, he got goosebumps for no reason.

He rubbed his arms, only to hear Cheng Fu say seriously, What’s so hard about being accepted by the Sword Master? Our Young Master Xin is exceptionally talented; being accepted is only a matter of time. I see that you have excellent natural talent; the Sword Master will surely like a disciple like you.

She stood up sincerely, bowed slightly, and extended a hand for a friendly handshake.

How about this? Let’s become friends first and build a good relationship. Since your entry is only a matter of time, we will be fellow disciples under the Sword Master in the future. Building a harmonious relationship early means we can look out for each other later, which will save Master Yan some worry. A disciple who doesn’t make the Master worry is the Master’s favorite kind of disciple.

Xin Yunze’s face turned bright red. He jumped up in excitement and grabbed Cheng Fu’s hand, his eyes shining brilliantly. Really? Will the Sword Master really take me as a disciple sooner or later?

Cheng Fu nodded firmly.

He threw down his chopsticks, clenched his fists, and swung them twice in the air like a hero of the martial world, looking completely spirited. Then it wouldn’t be too early for me to call you Senior Sister now, would it?

Cheng Fu nodded vigorously, not expecting 068’s voice to drift in once more, this time sounding somewhat faint:

Host, isn’t it a bit wrong for you to trick a fool like this?