As Bibi Dong left angrily, the air in Imperial Garden seemed to become a bit colder.
Nan Feng looked at Bibi Dong's disappearing figure and felt his head buzzing.
What is this thing called?
I just tried so hard to get it together last night, but today I haven't even eaten a meal and it collapsed again.
Nan Feng turned around and looked at the "culprit" in front of him, feeling dizzy.
"I said..."
Nan Feng sat down on the stone bench and looked at Qian Renxue, speechless:
"Are you really too idle?"
"I just came here yesterday, and here again today? Do you live in Imperial Garden?"
"You don't practice? You don't go to school? Is Spirit Hall's elite education so bad?"
"I..."
Qian Renxue lowered his head, twisted his hands together uneasily, and whispered, "I... I practice and study..."
"I just... just want to come to the teacher to learn something."
"Learn something?"
Nan Feng rolled his eyes and felt his temples starting to throb again.
Learn shit!
I asked you to call me "Teacher" so that I wouldn't be disgusted to death by the sound of "Mom", and so that I don't want to get involved in an ethical relationship with that damn daddy of yours!
We don't really want to open a cram school!
What's more, now he has finally reached a "truce agreement" with Bibi Dong, and the two are in a delicate recovery period. As a result, this little girl's film has to be put together here. Isn't this just giving him eye drops?
Bibi Dong If you don't like him, no one will have an easy life!
"Qian Renxue, please listen to me."
Nan Feng knocked on the stone table and his tone became serious:
"The title teacher is just a code name. It does not mean that I am obligated to teach you step by step."
"In the future, don't just hang out at my place all day long."
"The age you are now is the time to lay the foundation. Studying, practicing, and theoretical knowledge, these are the real things you should worry about!"
"But..."
Qian Renxue raised his head and looked at him with stubborn eyes:
"I want the teacher to teach me this! If the teacher is so great, he must be able to teach me better than those old men in the academy!"
"Ha!"
Nan Feng laughed angrily, "Shall I teach you?"
"Qian Renxue, are you still awake?"
"What am I? I am Death Spider Emperor! I am Soul Beast, who is extremely evil and full of poison!"
"What are you? You are Six-Winged Angel!"
"Our attributes are incompatible! We are natural enemies! I am a poisoner, and you are a lighter!"
"You want me to teach you how to practice? Do you want to practice poisonous energy to poison yourself to death, or do you want me to be purified by your holy light?"
"Don't come to me for such unprofessional matters."
"If you want to learn how to practice and how to become stronger, go find your grandpa with great powers!"
"You don't need such a good resource, and you come here to find me, a half-hearted person?"
"But teacher..."
Qian Renxue still wanted to fight for it one more time and took a step forward.
"Stop!"
Nan Feng stretched out his hand and made a "stop" gesture, and his face turned cold:
"Qian Renxue, my patience is limited."
"I have made my words very clear."
"If you think you can ignore me by calling me teacher, then you can bargain with me."
"Then don't come here anymore."
Looking at Nan Feng's determined eyes, Qian Renxue finally realized the seriousness of the problem. She knew that this time the teacher was not joking or making trouble.
If she continues to be willful, she may really lose this "teacher" she just got forever.
"... Yes."
Qian Renxue lowered his head, held back his tears, and said in a muffled voice:
"Xue'er Got it."
"Xue'er will be obedient... will practice well and will not bother the teacher casually anymore."
"Hold back your tears."
Nan Feng looked at her look like she was about to break the dam again, and snorted mercilessly:
"Don't cry all the time from now on. How old are you? Do you still think you are a three-year-old?"
"Do you think your pear blossoms with rain are cute? Let me tell you, not really."
"This will only make you appear cowardly and incompetent."
"What bothers me the most is the kind of people who just cry and use tears to win sympathy when something happens. Tears are the most useless liquid in the world. They can't solve any problems."
"If you really want to cry, find someone to comfort you, or want to act out your pain, go out and turn left, go up the mountain, and go to the Worship Hall."
"Go to your grandpa who holds you in the palm of his hand, and go to those old guys like Golden Crocodile who have nothing to do all day long and only care about their grandchildren."
"If you cry in front of them, they will feel sorry for you, comfort you, and give you positive feedback. That way everyone will be happy."
"Don't come to me crying."
Nan Feng pointed to his temple, which was still throbbing, with a look of disgust on his face:
"I have a lot of troubles every day, and I have to clean up the mess for your mother, and I have to guard against being killed by someone in your family."
"I'm already annoyed enough. If you cry in front of me again, I will only feel more annoyed and want to throw you out."
"..."
Qian Renxue Hearing this, his body stiffened suddenly.
She bit her lip tightly, took a deep breath, forced back the tears that were swirling in her eyes, and even raised her sleeves and wiped her face carelessly, wiping her face clean.
"I won't cry..."
"Teacher, don't bother...Xue'er don't cry anymore."
Seeing that she was quite obedient and relaxed, the disgust in Nan Feng's eyes softened a little.
"Okay."
Nan Feng leaned back to the stone table, tapping her fingers lightly on the table, looking at her:
"Since you don't cry anymore, then tell the truth."
"You come to me every day, what do you want to do?"
"Don't tell me any nonsense about how you want to learn cultivation and theory from me. I just said that I'm not professionally qualified. It's okay to deceive yourself with this excuse. Don't use it to fool me."
"I..."
Qian Renxue wrung his fingers, hesitated for a long time, then raised his head, his eyes were a little dodgey, and his voice was as low as a mosquito's cry:
"I... I want to play with the teacher..."
"Just like... just like before."
"..."
Nan Feng was stunned for a moment.
"Play??"
He looked in disbelief at the nine-year-old little girl in front of him, whose intelligence and talent were far beyond ordinary people:
"Qian Renxue, how old are you this year? Are you nine? You are already ten years old!"
"How old are you when you still have fun in your head?"
"And if you want to play, can't you go find your peers to play?"
"There are so many Soul Master seedlings who are similar to you in Spirit City, aren't they all in the academy?"
"Go find them! Why are you looking for me to play with? Am I very free?"
Qian Renxue lowered her head and remained silent, but her little hands twisted together revealed her inner disdain and aloofness.
Seeing her reaction, Nan Feng didn't need to guess at all and instantly understood what was going on.
Peers?
Ha.
Don't look at this girl who looks aggrieved and resigned in front of him, it's because he is "special", because in her eyes, he is her mother's substitute and can satisfy her desire for maternal love.
But outside?
In front of those so-called "peers"?
She is the eldest lady of the Qian Family, the daughter of Pope, the sweetheart of Grand Pontiff, and the proud daughter of Six-Winged Angel!
Angel Clan's innate arrogance flows in her bones.
Those ordinary aristocratic children, those Soul Master with mediocre talents, are probably no different from ants on the ground in her eyes.
Play with them?
She would probably feel that it was a waste of life and that it was lowering her standards.
However, he was not interested in telling this proud woman about the principle of "all beings are equal" and "should treat others equally".
That kind of thing is fine for fooling fools.
This kind of superiority is engraved in the bones and is determined by strength and status.
Geniuses look down on mediocrity, strong people look down on ants, rich people look down on poverty, and beautiful people look down on ugly people.
This is human nature, this is reality.
No matter how humble and polite you pretend to be on the surface, the contempt and contempt in your heart will never disappear.
Even if they do come into contact, most of them are just to use the other party's weaknesses to highlight their own advantages and satisfy their cheap vanity.