Senior Song, Your Phone Is Dead Too

The black-haired girl looked to be in her early twenties, while he had only just turned eighteen not long ago, okay? Could he really look that old? Old enough to seem like some grown uncle?

And... Daoist Name? He immediately thought of those cringey group nicknames. Things like True Monarch Yellow Mountain, Northern River Loose Cultivator, XX Cave Master, XX Manor Lord, and the like. His liver hurt even more.

"Cough, cough. Just call me Song Shuhang. Also... let's not bring up Daoist Names for now," Song Shuhang replied. He did not want people to think he had eighth-grader syndrome.

"Ah? Sorry, Senior. I forgot for a moment," Yurouzi said sheepishly. As a cultivator, it was common sense not to mention one's Daoist Name in front of others. She had simply been too happy and excited and forgotten.

"Cough, and don't call me Senior either." Song Shuhang coughed twice. He felt as though his cold-induced cough, which had gradually been recovering, showed signs of returning even worse than before.

"Ah." Yurouzi answered softly, but her heart sank. This Senior seemed like he was not the easy-to-approach sort? Then again, not everyone in the group was as warmhearted as Senior North River.

Besides, this Senior was clearly in Luoxin Street, yet he had not said a word in the group. Maybe he was the cold and aloof type, with no intention of helping her? Thinking that, she could not help feeling dejected.

Just as Yurouzi's thoughts ran wild, Song Shuhang added, "You can just call me Song Shuhang."

"Ah?" Yurouzi froze. "Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

"Please, just call me Song Shuhang. If you really feel like you can't bring yourself to say my full name, then Shuhang, Little Hang, Little Song—whatever you like," Song Shuhang said firmly.

If Yurouzi kept calling him Senior every other word, he would feel unbearably embarrassed. This was the real world!

"Song Shu... Senior." Yurouzi got halfway through his name, found it awkward, and still added the word Senior.

Yet she immediately relaxed inside, and an even happier smile appeared on her face. It seemed this Senior was a good person, not one of those cold and distant Seniors. In that case, perhaps he would help her!

Song Shuhang reached out and rubbed his face hard. Thoroughly defeated, he said, "Fine. Call me whatever you want."

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

"Let's talk as we walk." Song Shuhang lifted the large bag in his hand. Two people and one huge suitcase were blocking everyone's way; they should find somewhere quiet to talk.

Yurouzi immediately followed Shuhang in silence.

"I looked through the group chat records. The place you want to go is Luoxin Street in J City, right?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Mm, Luoxin Street in J City. Wait, Senior, could it be..." Yurouzi was naturally very clever. From Song Shuhang's tone and attitude, she guessed the truth. Her face fell. "Could this not be Luoxin Street?"

"This is indeed Luoxin Street, but it's Luoxin Street in the Jiangnan Region, not in J City," Song Shuhang said with a sigh.

"..." Yurouzi's little face instantly turned crimson. This time, she was genuinely embarrassed. After a long while, she asked quietly, "Then, Senior Song, do you know how to get to Luoxin Street in J City?"

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

Yurouzi tapped her head and took out her phone again, swiping across the screen... Yet after only two swipes, a pleasant melody suddenly rang out from the phone, and then its screen went dark.

Yurouzi raised her head to look at Song Shuhang. Her large, watery eyes were glistening. "Senior Song, my phone is dead."

"..." Song Shuhang felt his liver aching faintly again. Was this black-haired beauty a little airheaded?

Still, he handed over his own phone. "Use mine."

"Thank you, Senior." Yurouzi happily accepted Shuhang's phone and swiped a few times.

Suddenly, a burst of forceful, stirring music sounded from the phone, and then its screen went dark too.

Yurouzi raised her head again and looked at Song Shuhang. A mist had already gathered in those watery eyes. "Senior Song, your phone is dead too."

Damn it. Only then did Song Shuhang remember that his phone had been at six percent when he left. It had remained on standby for nearly three hours, and he had browsed the internet for a while just now. It had died at exactly the right moment.

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

"I'm not in too much of a hurry, but the sooner, the better. Delays invite change," Yurouzi said in that soft voice of hers. If she was late, her dad would return from Senior Mad Saber Three Waves' place and drag her back home.

Yes, that was why she had brushed off Mad Saber Three Waves in the group earlier.

If her dad got home, she would not be able to sneak out anymore.

"Then how about you come back to my dorm with me? We can use a computer to look up the route, and you can charge your phone too. But my dorm is over twenty minutes away. Is that okay?" 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 person too.

So he truly could not bring himself to leave Yurouzi stranded and ignore her. Besides gay men, how many men could heartlessly abandon such a beauty?

"A dorm? Is that where you live in seclusion, Senior?" Yurouzi's eyes sparkled. "Twenty minutes is completely fine!"

"Then follow me?" Song Shuhang asked tentatively.

Yurouzi nodded hard, pulled up her huge suitcase, and closely followed behind Shuhang.

She really was an easy girl to abduct. Song Shuhang felt a little melancholy. He had the feeling that two lollipops would be enough to lure this girl away.

As the saying went, men and women working together never tired.

In theory, when a man and woman worked together, they should both be twice as energetic. Yet... after walking with Yurouzi for just over five minutes, Song Shuhang felt his breathing grow hurried and exhaustion double.

He smiled bitterly and glanced at Yurouzi beside him. The words of that sunny handsome guy from the three men in the square surfaced in Shuhang's mind: That beauty's legs are so long, and she walks so fast. One of her steps covers several of mine. I was practically jogging the whole way, but I still couldn't catch up.

Long legs really were a huge advantage, weren't they! One of her steps equaled two of his!

Yurouzi had already slowed down as much as she could, yet Shuhang still had to jog all the way. How could he not be tired?

"Senior, you seem to be panting?" Yurouzi looked at Shuhang in confusion. That could not be right, could it? They had only walked for a little over five minutes. How could a Senior with such profound cultivation be left breathless?

"Whew, let's walk slowly. We're not in a hurry," Song Shuhang said, adjusting his breathing.

"Oh." Yurouzi nodded as though she understood, though not entirely. She felt that this "Senior" seemed somewhat off. It was as if his stamina was very poor.

But she was a sensible, good girl who respected other people's privacy. Since Senior did not say anything, she certainly would not ask too many questions and make herself disliked.

So she took the initiative to match Song Shuhang's pace, shortening the stride of her long legs and keeping in step with him.

Song Shuhang finally felt much more relaxed.

The two had already left Luoxin Street and were gradually heading farther away.

By coincidence, behind them, the three guys who had been rating all kinds of beautiful legs in the square were also leaving Luoxin Street, carrying bags of all sizes.

"Eh? A hundred points! I've spotted another hundred points!" the fat Axu cried excitedly, pointing at Yurouzi's retreating figure.

The sunny handsome guy immediately perked up. "Where? This time, I'm definitely catching up to her!"

"You don't stand a chance." The short-haired man said lazily, "There's already a man beside her."

The sunny man saw Song Shuhang beside Yurouzi and instantly looked crestfallen. "The famous flower already has an owner. Damn it!"

"Though the famous flower has an owner, the hoe is even more ruthless. So long as you swing the hoe well, there's no corner you can't dig loose. Go boldly!" Axu chuckled.

"I have no interest in NTRing someone else by digging up their corner." In this regard, the sunny man unexpectedly had a full bottom line.

But suddenly, the sunny man fixed his eyes on Song Shuhang's back. "Hey, don't you think that guy looks a little familiar?"

"Mm, it's normal for him to look familiar. When we were discussing that hundred-point girl in Luoxin Square, he was sitting right beside us," the short-haired man continued lazily.

"..." Fat Axu.

"..." The sunny man.

He was sitting right beside us, he was sitting right beside us... Those words echoed endlessly in the sunny man's ears.

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