Rebirth Counterattack: I Heard That the Imperial Marshal Has a Crush on Me

After getting off the airship, Lu Junzhi chose to stay aboard. Chu Muxi realized that Lu Junzhi must have had other matters to attend to and had only dropped by to see him off.

“Thank you, Mr. Lu,” Chu Muxi expressed his gratitude, deciding to use a different form of address this time. It felt a bit unusual to always call him “marshal.”

“Just a brief visit; you’re welcome,” Lu Junzhi responded.

They exchanged glances for a moment, both hesitating to make the first move. Eventually, feeling the awkwardness of the situation, Chu Muxi decided to depart first.

Lu Junzhi, on the other hand, watched Chu Muxi’s retreating figure for a long while before restarting the airship.

Upon returning to the coffee shop, Chu Muxi encountered the young waiter he had seen earlier. The waiter had changed into a different outfit, and Chu Muxi realized he had spent the entire afternoon in the coffee shop.

“The people sent by your stepmother are still keeping an eye on this place, and they haven’t left yet.” the waiter informed him.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Chu Muxi confirmed this information. He noticed that individuals from across the street were monitoring him, with He Hui among them. However, Chu Muxi felt an immediate sense of disgust when he looked at the woman.

Chu Muxi left the area without any concern. He appeared indifferent, hopped into his hovercar, and headed towards the college.

As he entered the school gates, Chu Muxi sensed something was amiss. There was an odd atmosphere around him, as though people were surreptitiously watching him, whispering in hushed tones.

The gazes directed at him seemed different from those he had experienced before. Rather than emanating disdain and contempt, these looks were tinged with curiosity.

Chu Muxi found it uncomfortable and irritating to be stared at for extended periods of time, particularly since his rebirth. Sensations like this made him uneasy.

As he contemplated these feelings, someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder from behind. A voice chimed in, “Muxi!” accompanied by an exuberant smile.

Chu Muxi shuddered, recognizing the person as Jiang Xing. In his previous life, Jiang Xing had been the one who betrayed him, despite their initial strong friendship. Chu Muxi had believed they would be lifelong friends.

Suppressing his discomfort, Chu Muxi shifted slightly to create some space between them but didn’t make it too obvious.

“Jiang Xing.” he greeted with a smile, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Muxi, are you okay?” It was undeniable that, had he not betrayed him, Jiang Xing would have been a great friend. He knew Chu Muxi well, albeit the previous version of him.

“No,” Chu Muxi smiled and replied, “I woke up early this morning, so I went to a coffee shop and spent quite some time reading there. But it just gave me a headache.”

Jiang Xing laughed, unaware of the underlying complexities.

“Muxi, you’re really good.” he commented.

Chu Muxi smiled, but remained quiet. The gaze of the people around him persisted, and he simply wanted to shake off Jiang Xing, return to his classroom, and find a moment of peace.

However, Jiang Xing had other intentions and approached Chu Muxi. “Muxi, do you know why everyone’s watching you?” He playfully bumped Chu Muxi’s shoulder.

Chu Muxi hummed.

“Hey, Muxi, you don’t seem curious at all,” Jiang Xing teased. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” He extended his hand to touch Chu Muxi’s forehead.

Chu Muxi calmly ducked to the side when Jiang Xing attempted to touch his forehead, which left Jiang Xing momentarily baffled. With composure, Chu Muxi pushed him away and warned, “Back off, don’t touch me, or I’ll report you for harassment.”

He couldn’t help but wonder about Jiang Xing’s intentions, though it made him somewhat uneasy.

Jiang Xing, however, continued to joke and said, “Oh, what kind of relationship do we have? Everyone knows we’re as close as can be.”

This time, Chu Muxi didn’t retreat but told Jiang Xing, “Whoever has a close relationship with you, stay away from me.”

Seeing Jiang Xing’s expression return to normal, Chu Muxi believed he had dispelled the other’s suspicions. He thought to himself, ‘Take your time; he won’t be let off the hook that easily.’

Jiang Xing insisted on asking Chu Muxi to guess why people were covertly observing him.

Chu Muxi responded, “I can’t guess, just tell me.”

“Why are you so boring now?” Jiang Xing complained, “You can find out by checking the college forum.”

Chu Muxi logged in to his student account on his communication device, and Jiang Xing suddenly grabbed his wrist. “What! Muxi! Why did you change your major? The Performance Department? What’s going on? Weren’t you in the Finance Department?” Jiang Xing was in shock.

Indeed, it was no wonder Jiang Xing was shocked. The Jiang family’s status was even lower than Chu Tianhao, an upstart who relied on the Shen family. Moreover, Jiang Xing was born as an illegitimate child.

Chu Muxi recalled how he had grown close to Jiang Xing. He remembered that when he had first learned about He Hui, his mother, and their situation, he had been furious and gone to a bar to drink.

Jiang Xing, who worked there, had rescued him from the bar and taken him back to his dorm room for the night. When he woke up the next evening, Jiang Xing had made a bowl of clear noodle soup with a sprinkle of fragrant cloud pollen.

The bowl of clear soup noodles with a hint of fragrant cloud pollen was one of his mother’s favorite dishes, and it was a seasoning that only she had used. Although Chu Muxi had been accustomed to gourmet foods from around the world, this simple dish was his favorite because it reminded him of his mother.

At that moment, Chu Muxi realized that he and Jiang Xing shared this special connection. In their first meeting, Jiang Xing had unknowingly prepared the same dish for him. Back then, he had been devastated by the news of his father’s illegitimate child and Shen Lan’s protracted illness. It had been a long time since he’d last tasted that clear noodle soup.

As a result, he felt that their encounter had been destined. He had naturally made friends with Jiang Xing, and later, he had even helped him return to the Jiang family.

Chu Muxi couldn’t help but reflect on the past when he realized that all his meetings, the clear soup noodles with fragrant cloud pollen, and the seemingly fateful encounters with Jiang Xing were all calculated strategies executed by He Hui and her cohorts who had been investigating him.

They had used these tactics for him to befriend Jiang Xing, gain his trust, and deliver a devastating blow at the right moment. He felt foolish for trusting everyone, except for his grandfather who had genuinely cared for him.

After logging into the forum, Chu Muxi was immediately drawn to a popular post with an enticing title: “ten minutes! I want all the information about this junior! Huge reward!”

The post featured a crystal-clear photo of him standing under a college cherry blossom tree that day, gazing up at the blossoms. In the image, he wore a white sophomore uniform and had delicate features with alluring red lips and bright white teeth. He stood serenely beneath the cherry blossom tree, surrounded by fluttering petals. One of these petals rested on his lips, resembling a cinnabar mole. His profile was striking, captivating anyone who saw the photo, leaving them spellbound.

Is this student really from Imperial University? Despite wearing a white uniform, he was a hundred times more beautiful than the one who had been voted the most beautiful campus beauty at Imperial University.

As a result, numerous comments began pouring in, with users clamoring to obtain information about this junior.

Chu Muxi found it amusing that he had unexpectedly become famous at school solely based on his appearance.