Someday I'll Bully Your Son!

The next morning, Wen Household's parents went out.

Qin Zhaoer waited in her own courtyard for a while, feeling like a cat was scratching at her heart.

I just couldn't hold back anymore.

He looked up at the top of the wall, took two steps back, ran up, reached out and pushed off, and flipped over.

The landing was heavy, yet it carried a sense of eagerness.

There was no one in the front yard, and no one in the house either.

She walked quickly to the backyard, turned the corner, and saw him at a glance.

He was squatting in front of the bellows, his hands and face covered in ash.

Qin Zhaoer paused, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

She didn't even know what she was laughing at.

As soon as I saw him squatting there, his face covered in dirt, the corners of my mouth turned up in a smile that I couldn't suppress.

It felt like something was gently scratching at my heart, making it itchy.

He quickly composed himself, crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, and slightly raised his chin, pretending to be indifferent.

Why bother talking to him so much? He's just a tiny ant.

His words carried a hint of complaint, but also a touch of smugness.

She heard everything that was said last night.

The Spiritual Power in this courtyard is so abundant, and she's also cultivating; her ears are incredibly sharp.

"It's not small for this world."

Qin Wangchuan said while working, "Besides, it's just a few words, it's no big deal."

Qin Zhaoer responded with an "oh," her tone somewhat nonchalant.

She lowered her eyes, kicked a pebble at her feet, then looked up again, pretending to ask casually, "That woman surnamed Zhong keeps asking about you. What do you think of her?"

Qin Wangchuan didn't stop what he was doing, nor did he turn his head. "Which one of you surnamed Zhong?"

Qin Zhaoer was about to speak, but then abruptly shut her mouth.

"Nothing."

Looking at his nonchalant expression, she suddenly felt a sweet warmth in her heart.

Zhong Fangying, a student in the same class as Qin Wangchuan, was fair-skinned and spoke softly. Every few days, she would ask Qin Fangying about him.

What does that mean? Does she not know?

Qin Zhaoer lowered her eyes and lightly rubbed her toes on the ground.

This simpleton, though he may seem dull-witted on the surface, is not someone ordinary people can afford to bother with.

The only ones who can stand beside him are...

Her ears turned a quiet red.

She didn't think any further, only curving her lips slightly before quickly pursing them.

Just then, Qin Wangchuan stepped on the bellows—

The wind rushed into the ash-covered furnace, then sprayed back, covering his face in black.

Qin Zhaoer was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, bending over backwards:

"Hahaha! Look at you, you're so ugly!"

Before the laughter had subsided, Qin Wangchuan slapped a large hand onto her face and rubbed it vigorously twice.

"To make you laugh."

Qin Zhaoer's eyes widened, and she stood there stunned.

He didn't even need to think to know the terrible state of his face.

Seeing that she didn't move, Qin Wangchuan wiped off some more ash and applied it to the other side of her face.

"Hmm, much better looking."

He looked at his work, smiled, and nodded.

"Aaaaaah! Qin Wangchuan! You're dead!"

Qin Wangchuan didn't run away; he just stood there, waiting for her to pounce on him.

Qin Zhaoer rushed forward and swung her fist at him.

He reached out to block her, and in the process, grabbed her fist, while smearing some ash on her face with his other hand.

"Again!"

Qin Zhaoer screamed and jumped back, her face now unrecognizable.

Qin Wangchuan looked at the dust on his hands, then at her, his lips twitched, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"You—you're still laughing!"

Qin Zhaoer stomped her foot in anger, bent down, grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, and was about to throw it at him.

Qin Wangchuan turned and ran, his steps small enough that she couldn't catch up.

The two walked one after the other, from the front yard to the back yard and back again, their shadows swaying in the sunlight like two fighting cats.

Just as the commotion was getting heated, a white figure suddenly got up from under the Jujube Tree and walked over unhurriedly, blocking Qin Zhaoer's way.

"Get out of the way!" Qin Zhaoer tried to go around, White Deer took a step to the left and blocked her way again.

She moved to the right, and the White Deer followed suit.

"Look closely, he slapped my face first! Why are you stopping me?"

Qin Zhaoer stood with her hands on her hips, glaring with those wet, doe-like eyes.

The White Deer remained unmoved, standing firmly like a moving wall.

Qin Zhaoer took a deep breath and angrily squeezed past it. She had just taken a step when the White Deer turned around and blocked her way again.

"You're coming again!"

She tried to dart left and right, circling around several times, but White Deer wouldn't let her pass.

Qin Wangchuan stood behind White Deer, not running away, just watching her struggle with the deer, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"You—you all ganged up on me!" Qin Zhaoer stomped her foot in anger, gritted her teeth, and took advantage of the moment when the White Deer turned its head to look at Qin Wangchuan to suddenly dart past it from behind.

White Deer glanced back at her, then stopped chasing and simply followed slowly behind her.

Qin Zhaoer finally rushed to Qin Wangchuan, but before she could reach out, he went around to the other side of the White Deer.

Why are you hiding?!

What are you chasing?

"I'll go after them!"

"Then I'll hide."

Qin Zhaoer was so angry she couldn't speak. She circled around several times but couldn't get past him. Finally, she could only wave her fist at Qin Wangchuan across the White Deer: "You just wait!"

"You bully me now, I'll bully your son later!"

Qin Wangchuan didn't understand the connection between the two sentences, and assumed that she was just talking nonsense in a fit of anger.

She didn't get to see Qin Wangchuan even once until her parents returned.

She stomped her foot angrily, while Wen's mother started calling for help.

"I will avenge this!" Qin Zhaoer gritted her teeth and uttered a harsh threat. She turned to leave, but then suddenly remembered something and turned back, saying irritably, "Get rid of that tagalong of yours. I see him every day, and it's driving me crazy."

After saying that, he ran away.

Qin Wangchuan stood there, watching her figure disappear over the courtyard wall.

Not long after, Wen's mother's exclamation came from next door.

"What's wrong?"

"I tripped and fell, and got all dusty."

"Oh my, no wonder she's my daughter! She even managed to get a handprint on her face after falling down." Mr. Wen's praise came from across the wall, then rose a few decibels. "I bought some groceries, Wangchuan, why don't you come over and eat with us?"

Qin Wangchuan was about to agree, but remembering what Zhao'er had said about being a tagalong, he refused.

It was none other than Zhou Heng, whom he had previously taught a lesson at the martial arts school.

Since that day, Zhou Heng has been wandering around the area, intentionally or unintentionally.

Qin Wangchuan hadn't intended to get involved, but seeing the situation, he knew he had no choice but to.

He went out and wandered around the alley entrance for a while.

After circling around twice, they finally caught Zhou Heng at the street corner, who was scratching his head, seemingly lost in thought.

"Qin Chuan?!"

Zhou Heng looked up and saw him, his face full of shock, clearly not expecting to meet him here.

"It's been renamed; it's Qin Wangchuan."

Qin Wangchuan glanced at him, then turned and walked forward.

"It's lunchtime, let's go eat."

"I'll treat."