Chapter 146: Stop Saying That, You’re Wrong Too - I Forged Them in Darkness, and They Buried Me in It

Chapter 146: Stop Saying That, You’re Wrong Too Sitting together with Shao Ren were naturally his two other roommates from the Yi Four Courtyard. Upon hearing Shao Ren's muttering, Sun Zhenjiang put down whatever he was doing and followed Shao Ren's gaze. Then, he also made a soft exclamation. "Chen An?" Hearing this name, Xie Wenqing beside them reacted as if a switch had been flipped on, sitting up reflexively. He turned his head and, like the others, was shocked to see the young man at the door. "What is he doing here?" No wonder, for the image of Chen An as 'lazy' had left a deep impression on them. Moreover, as far as they could recall, he had never even set foot in the classroom. Chen An, however, paid no attention to their small movements. Or rather, he had never cared about such things. His purpose was clear, merely to notify Lin Jingqiu to come by once over the weekend. Thus, his gaze naturally fell on a slender figure, sitting towards the front of the crowd. The girl was undoubtedly the center of the classroom; people encircled her in layers, with some even approaching to chat occasionally. Yet she hardly bothered to lift her head, sometimes responding perfunctorily, as a form of acknowledgment. To everyone, this was evidently expected, and they didn’t find it odd. After all, based on past classroom performances, the girl was undeniably of 'top student' caliber. A bit aloof, perhaps, but nothing unusual. The situation remained unchanged until yet another young man stood before her desk. As the focal point, the people around the girl naturally paid great attention. Chen An's appearance quickly drew their notice. The first thought that flashed in their minds was, who was again so tirelessly attempting to foolishly 'flirt'? But soon, such thoughts were dispelled by his remarkably handsome face and aura. "Who is this?" At that moment, an inevitable question arose in everyone's minds. Soft murmurs spread quietly. "Never seen him before..." "Indeed, unfamiliar. Probably his first time in our classroom..." "He's really quite good-looking." The last comment came from a girl at a neighboring desk, her eyes sparkling as she stared intently at Chen An. The commotion outside didn't affect the girl absorbed in her thoughts. She still clutched the "Detailed Explanation of Basic Formations" in her hands, delving deeply into it. Nonetheless, likely encountering some problem, her brows were knitted tightly, stuck in a bottleneck. Chen An reached out and knocked on the long table. Lin Jingqiu was startled, her gaze lifting slightly; the first things she saw were two familiar long fingers. Subsequently, her eyes brightened, and her former worries seemed to vanish. Her voice brimmed with a hint of excitement. "Chen An!" Chen An acknowledged with a slight nod. The joy on Lin Jingqiu’s face was evident. Any time she stayed near him, a sense of joy radiated through her entire being. It was something she realized a long time ago. For reasons unknown, sometimes a person's feelings are inexplicably so. Then, she recalled seeking Chen An’s advice a couple of days earlier and hurriedly handed him the "Detailed Explanation of Basic Formations." Taking the initiative, she grasped Chen An’s hand. "Help me look here, why does it differ from what you told me before?" Their conversation and interaction fell into the eyes of many onlookers. The gossip around them gradually stilled. Merely, when looking at that unfamiliar young man, a trace of boredom added to their eyes. To think they initially pondered whether another foolish flirtation would end embarrassingly. Turns out, the two knew each other... Although left without a spectacle, the curiosity within everyone blazed even brighter. They seldom witnessed the girl exhibit such demeanor. It seemed that she wasn't naturally aloof, just selectively. In the next instant, a boy’s nonchalant voice was heard. "The book is wrong, naturally, you wouldn't understand it." No sooner had Chen An finished speaking, than the classroom erupted into a hubbub, akin to dropping a stone into a thousand waves. They widened their eyes and thought, my goodness, did you even look for three seconds before speaking such a claim? All of them were newcomers, yet he had the audacity to question the textbook. A first indeed. This was closely followed by the girl's voice of sudden revelation. "So that's it!" Listening to her matter-of-fact tone, initial glances lingering on Chen An shifted instead to Lin Jingqiu. He dared to say, and she actually dared to believe it? The conversation between the two wasn’t loud, nor intentionally hushed, lingering in the earshot of the trio seated at the back. Shao Ren was astounded, exchanging a glance with Sun Zhenjiang, before both looked to Xie Wenqing. They saw Xie Wenqing tightly furrow his brow, shifting in his seat, yet restraining himself from speaking. Sun Zhenjiang nudged him with an elbow, whispering conspiratorially, "Qing-ge, does something feel off? Could Chen An secretly be studying behind our backs? Otherwise, why does it sound like he taught that top student?" "And to question a textbook personally compiled by Teacher Meng?" Xie Wenqing's response carried a hint of annoyance. "You asking me, how would I know?" Shao Ren, pondering beside them, dared to make a hypothesis. "Weren’t the two of them following Master Luo when the term started? Maybe that’s when they met." Sun Zhenjiang glanced at him. "What a useless statement! Who asked you this?" Shao Ren stammered, "I mean, isn’t it possible he’s just pretending to understand?" His speculation wasn't unusual. Truth be told, most in the classroom harbored the same guess. Yet all held their tongues, refraining from premature judgment. Sun Zhenjiang, ever eager for drama, whispered provocatively in Xie Wenqing’s ear, "Qing-ge, how about you expose him?" But Xie Wenqing merely gave him a frosty look. "Get lost, why don’t you do it?" He retorted. Sun Zhenjiang chuckled sheepishly, and stayed silent. This peculiar tension in the classroom was broken by a loud voice. "Young man, you may be young, but you've got quite an attitude. Tell me, what's wrong with the book?" The voice came not from within the classroom, but from the doorway. Thus, everyone looked towards the source, instinctively wanting to comment. However, the man promptly gestured for silence. Chen An remained unfazed, casually remarking to Lin Jingqiu, "The formation methods recorded in this book are too crude and unnecessary." Approaching them, Meng Mao caught these words. He raised an eyebrow, also directing his gaze towards the book on the table. Due to previous guidance from a master amidst the maze formation he set up in the back hills, a night’s revelation deepened Meng Mao’s understanding of basic formations. Reflecting on this textbook now, particularly the page on formation methods, indeed seemed somewhat crude. He furrowed his brow, disregarding the disrespect from the youth. In his view, pinpointing this detail meant the young man possessed some genuine insight. Everywhere, geniuses received more leniency. He turned and said, "This section certainly needs revision, the steps are overly complicated." Meng Shi’s voice resonated throughout the classroom. A wave of surprise washed over everyone. Could the young man indeed be correct? Meng Mao continued, not holding back, openly sharing his earlier enlightenment in simpler terms. However, mid-sentence, he was interrupted by the young man’s voice. Chen An waved a hand dismissively, his tone devoid of emotion, merely stating: "You’re wrong too." (End of the Chapter)