Senior Song, Your Phone Is Out of Battery Too

The black-haired girl looked to be just over twenty, while he himself had only recently turned eighteen, all right? Did he really look that old? Did he look like a grown man in his thirties?

And then there were... religious names? He immediately remembered the cringe-worthy group nicknames in the chat: True Lord Yellow Mountain, Northern River's Loose Cultivator, this-and-that Cave Master, this-and-that Manor Lord, and so on. His liver suddenly hurt even more.

"Cough, cough. Just call me Song Shuhang. Also... let's not talk about religious names for now." Song Shuhang replied. He really didn't want anyone to think he was suffering from chuunibyou.

"Huh? Sorry, Senior. I forgot for a moment." Soft Feather apologized awkwardly. As a cultivator, it was common knowledge not to mention religious names in front of ordinary people. She had simply forgotten in her excitement and delight.

"Cough, and don't call me Senior, either." Song Shuhang coughed twice. He felt that the cold cough that had gradually been recovering showed signs of returning, and becoming even worse.

"Ah." Soft Feather answered softly, but her heart sank. This Senior seems like he's not very easy to approach? That made sense, though. After all, not everyone in the group was as warmhearted as Senior Northern River.

Besides, this Senior was clearly in the Luoxin District, yet he had not said a word in the group. Perhaps he was the cold and distant type, with no intention of helping her? At that thought, she couldn't help feeling somewhat dejected.

Just as Soft Feather was letting her imagination run wild, Song Shuhang added, "You can just call me Song Shuhang."

"Huh?" Soft Feather blinked. "Wouldn't that be a little improper?"

"Please, just call me Song Shuhang. If you really feel you can't say my full name, you can call me Shuhang, Little Hang, or Little Song—whatever you like." Song Shuhang spoke firmly.

If Soft Feather kept calling him Senior this and Senior that, he would feel mortified. This was the real world!

"Song Shu... Senior." Soft Feather only got halfway through the name before feeling awkward and adding "Senior" anyway.

However, her heart relaxed at once, and a cheerful smile bloomed across her face. It looks like this Senior is a good person, not one of those cold seniors. If that's the case, perhaps Senior will help me!

Song Shuhang vigorously rubbed his face, utterly defeated. "All right, call me whatever you like."

"Senior Song, did you come to help me?" Soft Feather asked happily.

"Let's talk while we walk." Song Shuhang lifted the large bag in his hand. With the two of them and a huge suitcase blocking people's way, they should find somewhere quiet to talk.

Soft Feather immediately followed Shuhang in silence.

"I read the chat logs. The place you're going is the Luoxin District in J City, right?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Mm, the Luoxin District in J City. Wait, Senior, could it be..." Soft Feather was naturally very clever. She had already guessed the truth from Song Shuhang's tone and attitude. Her face fell. "Could it be that this isn't the Luoxin District?"

"This is indeed the Luoxin District, but it's the Luoxin District in the Jiangnan Region, not the one in J City." Song Shuhang sighed.

"..." Soft Feather's little face instantly flushed crimson, this time from embarrassment. After a long while, she asked in a small voice, "Then, Senior Song, do you know how to get to the Luoxin District in J City?"

"I've never been there, but can't you use navigation?" Song Shuhang smiled gently.

Soft Feather tapped her head and took out her phone again, swiping at it... However, after only two swipes, the phone suddenly played a pleasant melody, then the screen went dark.

Soft Feather looked up at Song Shuhang with her limpid, dewy eyes. "Senior Song, my phone is out of battery."

"..." Song Shuhang felt his liver ache faintly again. This black-haired beauty is a bit naturally airheaded, isn't she?

Even so, he handed over his own phone. "Use mine."

"Thank you, Senior." Soft Feather took Shuhang's phone happily and swiped at it a few times.

Suddenly, the phone played a stirring, forceful tune, and then its screen went dark too.

Soft Feather looked up at Song Shuhang again. Mist had gathered in those limpid eyes. "Senior Song, your phone is out of battery too."

Damn, only then did Song Shuhang remember that his phone had had just six percent battery left when he left home. It had been on standby for nearly three hours, and he had gone online for a while just now. Naturally, it had run out of power.

Awkwardly taking back his phone, Shuhang asked, "Soft Feather, are you in a hurry to get to Ghost Lantern Temple?"

"It isn't terribly urgent, but the sooner the better. The longer we delay, the more likely something will happen." Soft Feather's voice remained soft. If she was late, her father would return from Senior Mad Saber Three Waves' home and drag her back.

That was also why she had brushed off Mad Saber Three Waves in the group earlier.

Once her father came home, she wouldn't be able to sneak out again.

"Then, why don't you come with me to my dorm? I can use the computer to look up the route for you, and you can charge your phone while you're at it. My dorm is over twenty minutes away, though. Is that all right?" Song Shuhang suggested.

Song Shuhang was a man whose appearance matched his heart. He had a kind face, and deep down, he was a good old soul.

So he really couldn't bring himself to leave Soft Feather there and ignore her. In fact, aside from gay men, how many men could heartlessly abandon such a beauty?

"Your dorm? Is that where Senior lives in seclusion?" Soft Feather's eyes sparkled brilliantly. "A twenty-minute walk is completely fine!"

"Then, shall we go?" Song Shuhang asked tentatively.

Soft Feather nodded vigorously, grabbed the huge suitcase, and followed close behind Shuhang.

What an easy girl to kidnap, Song Shuhang thought gloomily. He always felt that two lollipops would be enough to lure this girl away.

As the saying went, "When men and women work together, the labor doesn't feel tiring."

In theory, when a man and a woman worked together, they should be brimming with energy. Yet... after walking with Soft Feather for a little over five minutes, Song Shuhang felt his breathing grow labored. He was exhausted beyond belief.

He wryly glanced at Soft Feather beside him. The words of the sunny-haired hunk among the three brothers at the square surfaced in Shuhang's mind: That beauty's legs are so long, and she walks so fast. One of her steps is worth several of mine. I've been jogging the whole way, but I still can't catch up.

Long legs really were a tremendous advantage, weren't they? One of her steps was worth two of his!

Soft Feather had already slowed her pace as much as possible, yet Shuhang still had to jog the whole way. How could he not be tired?

"Senior, you seem to be panting?" Soft Feather looked at Shuhang in confusion. That can't be right, can it? They've only been walking for a little over five minutes. How could that possibly leave a highly accomplished Senior panting for breath?

"Huff, let's walk slowly. We're not in a hurry." Song Shuhang regulated his breathing.

"Oh." Soft Feather nodded as if she half understood. She felt that something seemed off about this "Senior's" condition, as if his physical fitness were rather poor.

But she was a sensible girl who respected other people's privacy. Since Senior hadn't said anything, she absolutely wouldn't pry and risk annoying him.

Thus, she took the initiative to accommodate Song Shuhang, shortening the stride of her long legs and keeping pace with him.

Song Shuhang finally felt much more relaxed.

The two of them had already left the Luoxin District and were gradually moving farther away.

By coincidence, behind them, the three fellows who had been rating all kinds of beautiful legs in the square were also carrying large and small bags as they left the Luoxin District.

"Huh? A hundred points! I saw another hundred!" The fat A-Xu excitedly pointed at Soft Feather's back.

The sunny-haired hunk immediately perked up. "Where? This time, we have to catch up with her!"

"You're out of luck." The short-haired man drawled lazily. "She already has a man with her."

The sunny-haired man spotted Song Shuhang beside Soft Feather and immediately looked dejected. "A famous flower already has an owner. Damn it!"

"Though the flower has an owner, the hoe is merciless. As long as you wield the hoe well, you don't have to fear failing to dig out the corner. Go boldly!" A-Xu chuckled.

"I have no interest in NTRing someone else's corner." On this point, the sunny-haired man was unexpectedly shamelessly bottomless.

But suddenly, the sunny-haired man's eyes fixed on Song Shuhang's back. "Hey, do you guys feel like that man looks a little familiar?"

"Mm, it's normal that he looks familiar. He was sitting beside us when we were rating that hundred-point beauty in Luoxin Square." The short-haired man continued lazily.

"..." Fat A-Xu.

"..." The sunny-haired man.

He was sitting beside us. He was sitting beside us... Those words echoed endlessly beside the sunny-haired man's ears.

The sunny-haired man decisively dropped to his knees. "Is this the legendary God of Guides?"