Cuo Da: "Why didn't she throw it over here?"
Byrne: "...Is that really what we should be worrying about right now? They're about to fight again!"
Aihao: "Relax, Zhuri has experience with this. In public, she'll leave the audience with enough breath to live..."
Tian Huhaoqi: "..." She had the distinct feeling some terrible incident had happened without her knowing.
By the time the carnival ended, it was already ten at night.
Golden Hills had prepared a lavish feast in the plaza. Rumor had it that all the food had been made by an epic-grade chef. The meal would begin in half an hour, giving the apprentices who had competed all day some time to wash up and freshen themselves.
Yu Xunge's school uniform had long since dried in the evening breeze. Her hair was a complete mess, casually gathered behind her head, while her backpack dangled from one hand and swung back and forth. Humming a tune, she ran back to her room.
The moment she shut the door, a voice spoke from inside. "You won by such a narrow margin, yet you seem rather pleased with yourself?"
Who was ruining the mood?!
Oh, Zhuri...
Then she'd better smile a little...
Yu Xunge darted over and said to Zhuri, "Good evening, Teacher. Did you watch my match?"
Tsk, so well-behaved? Zhuri sat cross-legged on a stool, rocking back and forth as a chipped dagger spun between the fingers of her right hand. With a cold curl of her lips, she said, "Mm. I saw you say you were going to use chopsticks to pinch my head off."
"..." Yu Xunge hurriedly changed the subject. "Teacher, I understand now. That night, you and Teacher Tian Huhaoqi deliberately scratched Scratch-off Lotteries in front of me all evening because you were helping