Martial Arts School, Linzhou Admirers

"I could still get lost..."

Before Meng Chuan could finish, Xue Na, sitting beside him, shot to her feet with a face full of shock and delight, crying out, "What?! Chuan'er, you're going to her house? Have you prepared anything? You can't go empty-handed the first time. Your uncle still has..."

Xue Na's mouth rattled like a machine gun, words pouring out in an endless clatter, leaving Meng Chuan no chance to explain.

Had this iron tree finally decided to bloom?

Erpang from across the hall in the old neighborhood already had a kid old enough to play match-three games!

"...No, Auntie, listen to me. I need to see her grandfather about something. Don't read too much into it..."

Meng Chuan kept explaining, but Xue Na remained half-convinced and half-doubtful.

"No matter what, it's your first time going to her place. You can't go empty-handed. I'll go buy some..."

As she spoke, Xue Na swiftly changed clothes and headed out the door.

Meng Chuan was helpless too. Without another word, he went upstairs, dumped everything wholesale into the Magic Mirror, then turned and left.

"Where are you going? My aunt hasn't even come back yet."

Yang Yuelian caught the hem of Meng Chuan's clothes.

Meng Chuan turned around, sounding exasperated. "No, are you seriously planning to make me carry gifts to your house?

"And what exactly are you trying to do? Don't give me that nonsense about leading the way. If you've got something to say, spit it out."

Yang Yuelian blinked her large eyes. Meng Chuan's words were anything but polite, yet she was not offended in the slightest. Giggling, she said, "You really are crude when you talk. But... could you be a little cruder?"

Coming from her, those words sounded less like flirting and more like provocation.