CHAPTER 164: CHAPTER 32: THE FENG SHUI OF MARRIAGE (PART 2)

Wen Maixue and her group were still standing outside the classroom, discussing the earlier "auspicious words." Women are born feudal believers; a pretty head that doesn’t engage with gods or Buddhas seems like a spirit talisman that hasn’t been consecrated, devoid of immortal energy.

"Marriage Feng Shui class, what kind of class is this?" Su Ziceng changed her name and recounted the story of her previous life when she, for the sake of a blissful marriage, had specifically hired a so-called Feng Shui Master to set up a "husband stabilizing formation" in her room and planted peach and apricot trees in the garden, beneficial for male and female relations, yet ended up with a tragic outcome.

"You don’t believe in Feng Shui?" A new face joined in, someone even Su Zi and Yan Wuxu, who were familiar with the students at Kelly Women’s College, had never seen before. This female student in her early twenties, with a high nose bridge and single eyelids, had such deep pupils that it felt like looking up at the starry sky.

"Or do you not believe in marriage?" The high-nosed female student’s question left Su Ziceng and the rest unable to respond.

"A blissful marriage is not lacking in love," the high-nosed girl shook her head, but what remained in Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu’s minds was just her bare nose bridge, as if her face had no other features apart from that nose.

If marriage isn’t lacking love, then what is it lacking? Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu were somewhat puzzled. If what was missing between Su Ziceng and Hang Yishao wasn’t love, then what could it be; why would Yan Wuxu and Fei Qing end up parting ways if it wasn’t for insufficient feelings?

The educational purpose of Kelly Women’s College, aside from teaching women to be independent and strong, was also to learn how to manage a marriage, since society often measures people with double standards.

"Is everyone here for the class?" Before the class bell rang, the girl who was previously sitting in the middle row stood up suddenly, "I heard that some classmates learned women’s self-defense technique, then please regard this semester’s Marriage Feng Shui class as another course, Female Heart Defense Skill."

The high-nosed female student transformed into the "Feng Shui class" teacher, still with single eyelids and a high nose bridge, but her demeanor was completely different.

She looked very young but claimed to be thirty-five. All the girls in the classroom cheered, facing a teacher whose face looked only half her actual age, the female students were even more willing to define the class as an "anti-aging class."

"You can call me Fei Lin, no need to add ’Teacher’ as a superfluous suffix. Multinational, hot-tempered, likes to curse inwardly, only staying at Kelly Women’s College for one semester, and in Country Z for just six months. The first thing I want to say is: an unhappy marriage lacks not love, but friendship. During this period, I will provide examples to explain, no need for wild imagination, no need for YY, each lesson is half theory in the first part, and practice in the second part, but... I also hope that during this semester, each of you can also practice it in real life, find a boyfriend, OK?" This vibrant teacher spoke loudly and was very infectious with rich body language.

The classroom suddenly exploded like several lit firecrackers, bursting open. Wen Maixue sat in the front row, her eyebrows slightly furrowed amid the teacher’s enthusiastic spitting.

This teacher... was also recommended by Pello; she had thought that given Pello’s composed personality, he would hire a more mature teacher, but unexpectedly... this Teacher Fei Lin turned out to be so lively.

Friendship? While Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu were still in shock, Teacher Fei Lin had already drawn two semicircles on the blackboard.

"How many of you have tried being friends with your lovers?" Hands shot up one after another in the classroom, including those of Yang, Wen.

Knowing each other’s tastes, celebrating holidays together, keeping in regular contact, exchanging gifts, aren’t these considered as friends? Su Ziceng hesitated for a moment, reluctantly raising her hand after a while.

"A true friend is someone with whom you watch your favorite football matches, who ignores revealing magazine covers in front of you, respects others’ privacy, and preserves each other’s space," Fei Lin’s words carried an obvious mocking tone.

As if swept by a storm, hands in the classroom collectively fell down, it seems... most people are unqualified by these standards.

"Very good." Facing this group of ideologically naïve and clumsy acting female students, Fei Lin was still very satisfied. She began to speak incessantly again. For the first time, a teacher’s class managed to engage the whole class attentively, fearing they might miss a word.

Su Ziceng firmly remembered the word "friendship," and then looked at Teacher Fei Lin in front. Her high nose bridge was still conspicuously hanging on her face; Su Ziceng suddenly realized that everything she had experienced today, or rather, everything she had experienced at Kelly Women’s College, had also been experienced by Chang Chi, Chang Mei, and even Qiao Chu.

This ancient yet vibrant school, in the long river of history, was transforming. What aspects of it have never changed?

Su Ziceng accidentally drifted into thought, while Yan Wuxu next to her listened intently and cautiously. The nineteen-year-old face carried seriousness beyond her years. Even in such a class, Yan Wuxu still brought a notebook. Yan Wuxu occasionally bowed her head to write something, her dedicated demeanor suddenly reminded Su Ziceng of something.

People’s emotions can change, tastes can change, what remains unchanging are the... words that people leave behind at certain moments. Teacher Fei Lin’s words grew increasingly louder; Su Ziceng stood up, whirling out of the classroom like the wind. She knew! What she had been looking for, had always been in Kelly Women’s College.

"Look... this classmate couldn’t wait to go out and practice," Teacher Fei Lin blinked her single-lidded eyes, not at all surprised by Su Ziceng’s sudden early departure. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it with recommendation and monthly tickets at Qidian.com, your support means the world to my motivation.)