Gangzi is Here Again

Broad-minded?

Tang Yuehua pursed her lips.

Although she was happy to be complimented, and even happier to be told she was prettier than the Saintess, but... hmph.

She began to stroll along the street with great interest.

This left Lu Mingchuan, who was following behind, speechless.

What happened to buying books to cultivate one's character? Why was she already wandering around before they even reached the destination? Was she having too much fun to bother teaching him today?

Tang Yuehua didn't actually want to buy anything; she simply wanted to tire Lu Mingchuan out to show him that she wasn't someone to be trifled with.

However, when they reached the South Market and saw that Lu Mingchuan's expression hadn't changed and his breathing remained steady, she realized she had made a clown of herself.

Weak, sister. Don't act like you don't have kidneys; if there's a problem, go get it treated early.

"Sss..."

"Teacher, are you alright?"

Lu Mingchuan quickly reached out to support Tang Yuehua, who had twisted her ankle.

Little thing, you really thought I was a weakling? My physical fitness isn't something you can just try to frame.

He had felt Tang Yuehua's hurried footsteps behind him; who would have thought she wasn't watching where she was going and would step directly onto his foot?

"Let's go to that teahouse for a while and see what's wrong with your foot, Teacher."

Tang Yuehua felt incredibly embarrassed, but her physical fitness was clearly on the side of the weaklings.

Just as Lu Mingchuan intended to lead her toward the teahouse, he noticed Tang Yuehua clutching his sleeve and shaking her head.

Seeing this, he raised an eyebrow.

Oh my, the classic 'fall down and need to be carried' trope—I actually ran into it. Should I drag her by the legs, or drag her by the legs while walking?

Tang Yuehua, who had fallen, was filled with disbelief and even terror—no, don't!

Only when she felt herself suspended in mid-air did she realize she had been picked up.

A bit heavy.

Tang Yuehua's ears turned red instantly. Who... who is heavy?

Being critiqued like that by Lu Mingchuan, Tang Yuehua no longer had the strength to listen to what he said next; it was simply too shameful.

The two sat down at the very top of the teahouse, right next to the bookstore.

The spot was naturally chosen by Lu Mingchuan; it was perfect for observing the situation below.

He stood by the railing, watching the flow of people, intending to see if that very recognizable buzz cut of Yu Xiaogang was among them.

Behind him, Tang Yuehua, who had been set down and was using a compress on her foot, watched Lu Mingchuan's back and patted her own face with her palm.

Would the Yu Xiaogang this kid mentioned really show up?

After all, she hadn't seen the scene for herself, so Tang Yuehua reserved the right to be skeptical about Lu Mingchuan's inner thoughts.

She had never seen such a strange person before; she hoped to have her eyes opened.

I remember Tang Yuehua should also know Yu Xiaogang, right?

You brat, be more certain! What is "should also"? Don't tell me things you aren't sure about.

Tang Yuehua offered a smile to Lu Mingchuan, who had suddenly scratched his head and turned around, only making a clawing gesture once he turned back.

That's right, she knows him. After all, Gangzi has had a one-sided encounter with Rat many times.

I met Clear Sky Douluo in my youth.

This is enough to say the two at least know each other, after all, Tang Yuehua has a secret crush on Rat.

Bang—

The items on the table made a noise, drawing Lu Mingchuan's attention. As soon as he turned around, he found Tang Yuehua holding a teapot and pouring tea.

"Apologies, my leg is inconvenient, so the sound of pouring tea was a bit loud."

Lu Mingchuan nodded and turned his head back to continue watching for traces of Gangzi; he had thought Tang Yuehua had flipped the table.

Tang Yuehua stared at Lu Mingchuan's back.

What kind of nonsense is this bastard spouting?

How could she possibly... have a secret crush on Rat?

She wanted nothing more than to kick Lu Mingchuan off the railing; this guy just loved to talk nonsense.

Meanwhile, Lu Mingchuan, staring at the crowd, finally spotted his target.

Rat... pfft, I mean Gangzi is here.

Inside Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong was rolling on the floor laughing as she listened to Lu Mingchuan's inner voice.

This guy was just too hilarious.

Of course, that came with the prerequisite that he wasn't evaluating her.

That guy's comments about her were like honey-coated poison; they could kill a person.

The melon seeds she was holding were definitely the right choice; eating melons, eating melons, she had just stumbled upon a massive one.

That Tang Yuehua was truly a closeted firebrand.

Bibi Dong rubbed her chin. She had heard of the three children of the current generation of the Clear Sky Sect: one was Tang Xiao, one was Tang Hao, and the last was Tang Yuehua.

And that Rat was likely the one ranked second.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk...

I wonder if this melon is ripe... Lu Mingchuan.

But who was the Clear Sky Douluo? Tang Hao? That was impossible.

Unable to make heads or tails of it, Bibi Dong had no choice but to keep listening to the gossip Lu Mingchuan was spilling.

She wanted to hear something even more explosive; she wanted to see a battlefield, she wanted to see blood flowing like a river!

Meanwhile, Yu Xiaogang, who had been under Lu Mingchuan's constant gaze, pushed through the crowd and arrived at the bookstore.

There was no story of being looked down upon and then slapping faces; there was only Gangzi's relentless display of being a know-it-all.

Yu Xiaogang had changed into a new set of clothes.

However, the stubble on his face that represented his world-weariness remained unshaven, and he had even deliberately used some kind of face cream to cover up the bruises from the punches on his face.

(How unlucky. I, Yu Xiaogang, get beaten into this sorry state the very first time I come to Spirit City.)

(Sigh... It's a good thing my physical constitution is far superior to the average person, or I would have kicked the bucket right there.)

(But it doesn't matter; any setback will only make me more valiant.)

Tang Yuehua crossed her legs and hopped over to the railing.

She looked down at the man below, who was dressed simply yet carried a hint of pretentiousness.

She had heard this guy's voice earlier, but why hadn't she noticed him before?

Still, his appearance...

Tang Yuehua didn't know how to describe it; she supposed it could be called "having personality."

Yu Xiaogang stood with one hand over his chest, posing like a master with his hands behind his back, and sauntered into the bookstore.

He glanced at the book stall next to him, only to dismiss it as a poor choice.

He walked inside and, noticing someone guiding a young spirit master who hadn't been cultivating for long in selecting books, he swayed in their direction.

"No, what you have chosen is completely wrong."

As soon as Yu Xiaogang spoke, he attracted the attention of most of the people present, who gathered around him to listen to his explanations.

[Seriously, man? Everything he's saying can be found just by flipping through the book in your hand; why do you have to listen to him?]

[And that guy wearing the Spirit Hall Academy teacher's uniform—aren't you a teacher? You don't even know the basics he's talking about? Spirit Hall really needs to conduct a strict investigation; how could someone like this even get in?]

[It just feels like something is missing.]

Lu Mingchuan scratched his head. Everything was normal; Yu Xiaogang was busy posturing, and the events were unfolding exactly as they should.

What exactly was missing?

(Wasn't there information saying that the Saintess of Spirit Hall comes here to buy books every week on this day?)

(Why haven't I seen anyone after standing here for so long? Could I have been scammed by a crooked merchant?)

(Still, this feeling of being worshipped is truly satisfying.)

Bibi Dong, lying down in Spirit Hall, blinked.

Wait, there's a plotline involving me? Should I go?