Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Watching Feng Lin awkwardly fiddling with the clever phone in her hand, Yang Xiaoyou sighed as she thought about her dwindling finances. This time, there was no way to avoid spending; she needed to buy supplies.
In a world where almost everyone had a phone, it seemed that Feng Lin still didn’t own one. This was likely related to her personality and social circle. Yang Xiaoyou recalled that Feng Lin's phone had been a gift from Meng Lu, and it appeared that Meng Lu was still saving up for it.
Since that was the case, Yang Xiaoyou decided she would have to part with some of her own money, considering it a reward for Feng Lin. If it weren’t for her having dealt with that creature, who knew how long she would have to deal with the aftermath?
However, seeing Feng Lin’s somewhat clumsy demeanor brought a smile to Yang Xiaoyou's face. With gains come losses; Feng Lin’s combat skills were undoubtedly unparalleled, far surpassing Luo Guohui’s simplistic fighting abilities.
But when it came to everyday tasks and technology, she seemed somewhat lacking.
Feng Lin held the phone up to her face with one hand while the other fumbled over the keys like a beginner typing on a computer. It added an endearing touch of innocence and cuteness to her appearance.
Meanwhile, Huang Wei and the others eagerly volunteered to teach her. However, when Huang Wei was casually swatted aside into a nearby trash can by Feng Lin, the rest quickly fell silent.
Now they finally believed Yang Xiaoyou’s warnings about what could happen in the room. Using her hands was one thing; if she pulled out the weapon at her waist, it would be another matter entirely.
After sending off those troublesome friends, Yang Xiaoyou walked alongside Feng Lin toward Monsoon Shrine. If she was going out for a while, it would be wise to tend to her injuries first. The traditional ointment from Feng Lin's family and her massage techniques would undoubtedly help speed up her recovery.
Yang Xiaoyou didn’t know what being polite meant in this context, but it seemed that Feng Lin didn’t mind at all.
As they climbed the shrine’s stairs, Yang Xiaoyou noticed Qi Menglu glaring at her with fiery eyes and crossed arms, as if ready to ignite. She felt a wave of dread wash over her.
Why did Qi Menglu always catch her when she came here to heal? Did she have some sort of foresight?
“Yang! Xiaoyou! You’re back again to bother Feng Lin! I’m going to take you on!” Qi Menglu shouted as she lunged at Yang Xiaoyou from the stairs.
Although Yang Xiaoyou could dodge, it was clear that Qi Menglu would fall if she did. With no other choice, Yang Xiaoyou stood her ground and let herself be pinned down by Qi Menglu.
Riding on the fallen Yang Xiaoyou, Qi Menglu tugged at her cheeks with both hands, pulling hard while smugly saying, "Just give up! Hmph! I've told Feng Lin all your dirty little secrets. Let's see how you can keep chasing after her now."
Yang Xiaoyou, not one to back down, reached out with her right hand and grabbed Qi Menglu's cheek in return. The two of them had fought countless times since childhood.
Hearing Qi Menglu's words, Yang Xiaoyou felt a wave of sadness wash over her. It wasn't just a few secrets; she had probably spilled every little detail from their childhood.
Thinking about this made Yang Xiaoyou pull even harder, forcing Qi Menglu to let go and defend herself.
Meanwhile, Feng Lin sat on the Azure Stone Steps, resting his chin on his hand, watching the two girls playfully tussle with a serene expression.
"You wicked little brat," Qi Menglu said as she rubbed her cheek. She kicked at Yang Xiaoyou's legs as she stood up and then ran behind Feng Lin to make a face at him.
"Beep! I'll drive you crazy!"
"You really are driving me crazy. By the way, has your school already started vacation?" Yang Xiaoyou replied with an exasperated look. Then it seemed like she remembered something and asked. Just moments ago, while playing around with Qi Menglu, she unexpectedly noticed that the negative emotions that had surfaced due to her personality merging had naturally diminished quite a bit.
This change surprised her. After experiencing the complete breakdown of her inner self during the memory personality trial, Yang Xiaoyou felt a strange emotion arise again towards the girl in front of her.
"After the incident on Saturday, we received notice right away that we would be off until Mid-Autumn Festival. You guys should have the same break, right? Oh? Linlin, you have a phone now? Hehe, looks like I can spend my saved money elsewhere. What's in that bag?" Qi Menglu initially snapped at Yang Xiaoyou but then noticed Feng Lin's phone adorned with a bear charm and the bag containing a Bear Costume.
Seeing Yang Xiaoyou grimacing and gesturing wildly behind her, Feng Lin simply handed the items to Qi Menglu for her to look at. As they walked inside together with the chattering Qi Menglu and Yang Xiaoyou, they discussed the Virus Incident that had occurred in SH, although neither of them had been there at that time.
"By the way, what have you been up to lately? Why didn't you come find Feng Lin to hang out on Friday?" Yang Xiaoyou asked curiously.
"Hmph!" Hearing this question made Qi Menglu feel a bit smug. Her lips curled up slightly like a rabbit's as she said, "I've recently signed up for a weekend Taekwondo training class! Just wait and see how I deal with you from now on."
By the time she reached this point, she had waved her fist.
"Taekwondo? Why choose this among so many styles? Besides, Uncle Qi's fighting skills are already quite formidable; you could just learn from him. And why are you suddenly interested in this aspect?" Yang Xiaoyou asked, somewhat surprised.
Among the four children from three families, only Chen Hao had been obsessed with this aspect, so it was puzzling that Menglu, this girl, suddenly wanted to learn it.
"My dad's stuff is so ugly and lacks any motivation. Other styles are similar; learning them is completely meaningless," Qi Menglu murmured.
Hearing her words, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but picture Qi Qiusheng's face filled with indignation and sorrow. He would probably be devastated to see his precious daughter choosing to learn from others instead of him.
Among all the martial arts styles, Taekwondo's practical combat ability is somewhat below average, but its rhythm and flair are top-notch. While it may not offer much help on the battlefield or in life-and-death situations, it is certainly sufficient for basic self-defense.
It was good that this girl was willing to study seriously; as long as she liked it, that was enough.
"You two have come as well, huh?" When everyone arrived at the shrine courtyard, Feng Ji, who was sweeping fallen leaves and had graying hair but a spirited demeanor, looked at Yang Xiaoyou and Qi Menglu.
At that moment, Feng Lin walked over and took the broom from his grandfather's hands.
"Grandpa Ji," Qi Menglu called sweetly. This girl was quite charming when she spoke politely, especially to elders. However, when it came to others...
"Hello, Old Master Feng." Facing this remaining master of swordsmanship, Yang Xiaoyou showed him the respect he deserved. He remembered how much guidance this elder had given him in the past.
However, at present, while he was indeed better than an average person, he did not seem as approachable as he had in his memories.
"It’s been a while since we last met. I didn’t expect you to have become so composed; that's impressive. Hmm? What happened to your left arm?" Feng Ji said with a smile and a nod of approval as he glanced at Yang Xiaoyou's left arm with some surprise.
“Left Arm?” At this moment, Qi Menglu tilted her head in confusion as she looked at Yang Xiaoyou. She hadn’t expected Grandpa Ji to regard Yang Xiaoyou so favorably, but the meaning behind his words was somewhat unclear to her.
Upon hearing Feng Ji's words, Yang Xiaoyou felt a sudden jolt in his heart. If it were just Feng Ji and Feng Lin, he could completely disregard the injury, but since Qi Menglu was here, it was best not to let her know.
It would be one thing to worry her for no reason, but Liu Lianyue was aware of his identity as ‘Yi’ and that his Left Arm was injured. If she encountered Feng Lin and Qi Menglu and learned some details from them, it could lead to complications.
Although the chances were extremely low, it was better to be cautious.
“It’s nothing, nothing at all. I might have just scraped myself a bit when that Girl knocked me down earlier. I’m fine now,” Yang Xiaoyou waved his hand dismissively.
He had confidence in completely concealing his past from ordinary people, but it was truly difficult to hide it from this elderly man. At that moment, he looked at Feng Ji with a hint of pleading in his eyes.
“Hmm, maybe I’m just being overly sensitive. Ah, I’m old now; you all carry on,” Feng Ji said after a moment of contemplation, shaking his head slowly as he walked toward the house, no longer dwelling on the issue.
Seeing this situation unfold, Yang Xiaoyou felt a flicker of gratitude and breathed a sigh of relief; the last bit of possibility had been eliminated.
However, just as he relaxed, Qi Menglu tugged at his ear and then exclaimed in an indignant voice, “Are you trying to ruin my image in front of Grandpa Ji on purpose? You jerk, you bad-hearted person!”
Faced with this situation, Yang Xiaoyou could only respond with a wry smile.
Comment 0 Comment Count