My Best Friend Became a Widow

"Reporting to the counselor, my name is Yang Ding."

The bearded counselor then put away the ruler and patted him on the shoulder.

"Focus on your work and don't meddle in other people's business."

Ye Rou has a temper that's not easy to mess with. She comes from a good family, is highly talented, and has a certain status at Jiangling University.

Yang Ding only breathed a sigh of relief after the counselor turned and left.

Being hit in the face with a ruler won't cause serious injury, but for a married man, it's extremely humiliating.

Looking at Hu Feng's face, which was starting to swell and turn red, Yang Ding suddenly realized that it was impossible to lie down and relax in the pig farm.

Rather than being humiliated, it's better to cultivate oneself, marry more talented wives, and become a superior person.

The Jinglong Empire is strictly hierarchical. Awakened individuals determine their social status based on their abilities and military achievements, while ordinary people have no way to advance.

"Hu Feng, are your ears alright?" Yang Ding asked.

Hu Feng pushed his hand away. "It's alright. You should leave here as soon as you get the chance. We're no different from pigs."

Even at lunchtime, everyone had to go to the canteen to get food to take back to the pigsty. The piglets were at risk of being crushed, and anyone who did so would be punished.

Hu Feng sat by the pigsty, holding his lunchbox, lost in thought. He didn't eat a single bite, and no one dared to disturb him.

"Luo Guihua, go check on your husband," Yang Ding reminded her.

As a man, he understood Hu Feng's feelings at that moment.

"What's so interesting about this? It's just a slap in the face. We'll get slapped a lot more often in the future. We're not some high-ranking person."

Luo Guihua eats with the sound of a sow, and the smell of feces and urine doesn't seem to affect her appetite.

Those who cannot awaken quickly accept their lives as worthless as pigs and dogs.

……

Faculty and staff canteen.

The bearded counselor was eating when Ye Rou walked over with her lunchbox and swaggered down in front of him.

"Instructor Ye, you haven't gotten your food yet, have you? I'll save you a seat."

Ye Rou didn't answer, but went straight to the point: "Instructor Xiang, your son's name is Xiang Tianyou, right? A freshman at the Martial Arts Academy?"

"Yes, Instructor Ye, what advice do you have for me?"

"I will give him special instructions on close-range tactics. Don't make things difficult for my husband, Yang Ding. I heard you like to play against students."

The counselor quickly smiled ingratiatingly and said, "I'm only beating those lowly bastards. If I don't beat them, they'll slack off. The more I beat them, the more diligent they become. Production needs to be efficient, you know. I've already given Yang Ding special treatment, so don't worry."

"That's good."

Ye Rou didn't say much, but her meaning was clear: if you dare touch my husband, I'll cripple your son.

She first packed a low-grade beast bone soup, then ground the beast bones into powder and mixed it with beast blood broth to refine a Qi-nourishing pill.

Then she went to collect her nutrition package. The instructor's package was provided according to her cultivation level to meet her daily energy needs for cultivation.

If you want to cultivate faster, you either need to be diligent or spend money.

Ye Rou wouldn't spend a single penny anyway; she could crush almost all her peers with her talent and hard work.

Before she had even taken a few bites, Fang Jing walked over with red eyes.

"Jing-jie, what's wrong?"

My husband is in an accident.

"What is it?"

"He died on a mission at the Wall in the North, and his body was never recovered, sob sob..."

Fang Jing leaned on Ye Rou's shoulder and cried her heart out.

Ye Rou never expected that among the five people the principal mentioned, there was actually her best friend's husband.

Fang Jing's husband is also from the gifted youth program, a B+ level fire-type ability user with considerable attack power.

The two grew up together in a maternity and children's hospital and were childhood sweethearts. After they grew up, they voluntarily got married and had a daughter.

"Sister Jing, maybe he's just missing," Ye Rou comforted her, hugging her.

"The report said he was dead and no more troops would be sent to search for him. I wanted to go to the front lines in the North, but the principal said that students from the gifted youth program had to have three children before they could join the army."

At this point, Fang Jing was both anxious and angry.

"The empire's policies change so easily. My husband is dead, who am I supposed to have a child with? I don't want any other man touching me, sob sob..."

Space ability users are rare, and Fang Jing is a genius; it's impossible for her to join the army without leaving behind a child.

Ye Rou didn't know how to comfort her; any words seemed powerless at this moment.

She was very worried about her sister; it seemed the situation beyond the Wall in the North had become dire.

……

In the classroom, everyone was taking a lunch break.

Students lay scattered about in the middle of the pigsty's walkway.

Bending over to serve sows for extended periods is extremely physically and mentally taxing.

Yang Ding felt no fatigue at all. He found a place to practice the Soul-Severing Spear Technique and sensed the faint, almost imperceptible energy within his body.

Because he directly copied his wife's cultivation level, he seemed to be able to sense why Ye Rou, as a genius-level martial artist, chose to practice spear techniques among many cultivation methods.

The essence of gun training lies in being able to quickly concentrate all your true energy into a single explosive point.

Especially in close combat, it can reduce energy consumption and enable you to easily defeat opponents of higher levels.

Having grasped this secret, Yang Ding was quite confident. He concentrated his true energy in his two fingers and slammed them into the concrete wall.

"what!"

Yang Ding gripped his two nearly broken fingers and almost burst into tears.

Counselor Xiang Bin happened to witness this scene and was greatly shocked. "Did Instructor Ye transfer his inner energy to you?"

"He took the elixir."

"If you had only taken the Qi-Nourishing Pill, you would have already broken your bones."

Yang Ding didn't intend to answer the question, "Does the counselor also understand martial arts?"

Xiang Bin clenched his fist and slammed it heavily against the wall, creating a large crater, while his hand remained unharmed.

"My parents spent a lot of money to force me to improve my martial arts skills, but aptitude cannot be changed. I rely on taking Qi-Nourishing Pills every day to maintain my true energy, but my cultivation level will never improve."

"Now I spend 30,000 yuan a month to buy Qi-Nourishing Pills, and I have to practice diligently for three hours a day just to barely maintain my cultivation at the mid-level of the first rank. I've spent millions of yuan in total, which is not worth it at all."

"Fortunately, my son has awakened."

Xiang Bin patted Yang Ding on the shoulder. "You may be trash, but you're lucky. Instructor Ye is protecting you. I won't touch you, and you shouldn't embarrass me. Let's keep to ourselves, okay?"

Yang Ding coldly replied, "Fine."

"Okay, let's keep practicing."

Xiang Bin turned and went into the pigsty, shouting, "Get up, all of you! Who gave you permission to take a nap?"

Yang Ding looked at the fist imprint on the wall and scoffed, "Hmph, mid-stage First Rank?"

When he returned to the classroom, he saw the counselor bullying Hu Feng again.

Xiang Bin grabbed Hu Feng by the back of his collar and shouted to everyone, "This guy is so fat and lazy! He stretches in the morning and takes a nap at noon. If it weren't for the system pairing, even a sow wouldn't marry him."

Xiang Bin kicked over the lunchbox on the ground.

If you dare to slack off again this afternoon, it won't be as simple as just being slapped in the face.

When her husband was disciplined, Luo Guihua not only didn't comfort him, but also came over to complain: "Can't you give me a break? You're useless at night and useless during the day. Why are you making me feel so wronged?"

"My counselor is targeting me."

"Why is he targeting you out of all your classmates?"

Yang Ding picked up the lunchbox from the ground, wiped off the dirt, and handed it to Hu Feng.

He said nothing, and Hu Feng could not escape his fate of being bullied; he could only deal with pigs for the rest of his life.

Thinking of Ye Rou's care for him, Yang Ding went to the vegetable market outside the school after school and bought chicken blood, pig stomach, cucumbers, and bean sprouts, preparing to make a spicy soup for Ye Rou that evening, as she seemed to like spicy food.

I'll have a couple more sips of wine, and tonight I'm definitely going to take her body.

Ye Rou brought her best friend Fang Jing home, and as soon as they opened the door, they smelled a fragrance.

"You didn't leave the stove on when you went out, did you?" Fang Jing asked.

"It must be Mr. Yang who is cooking."

"Men do this kind of work?" Fang Jing was shocked.

Ye Rou quickly put down her bag, rolled up her sleeves, and rushed into the kitchen.

Regardless of social status, it is not the behavior of a virtuous wife to always make her husband cook.