Gangzi's Fan Girl (Seeking Readership)

Bibi Dong had clearly not intended to go out.

Yet, Yu Xiaogang had come knocking on her door directly.

[Dongzi, I told you, you can't escape Yu Xiaogang. Look, you were just thinking about it, and here he is.]

[It's just a pity that I don't have any scenes today, so I can't act opposite you. Good luck on your own.]

Lu Mingchuan silently slowed his pace. Since his own script hadn't started yet, Yu Xiaogang's business had nothing to do with him.

He only needed to sit on the sidelines and watch them perform.

Although Bibi Dong looked strange right now, her underlying logic was that of a lovesick fool.

If being a lovesick fool happened to oneself, it might be quite enjoyable.

But seeing it happen to someone else just felt absurd and brainless; it didn't seem like something a normal person would do.

Bibi Dong cast a sidelong glance at him.

Couldn't escape?

She had never once thought about running away.

Bibi Dong absolutely did not believe that she, a normal person, would be led astray by the halo of destiny surrounding Yu Xiaogang.

Even if she were to die, she would never take a liking to that sleazy guy.

With Lu Mingchuan by her side to serve as a constant warning, Bibi Dong felt her future was bright and clear.

"Mingchuan, are you interested in joining me for another one of Tang Yuehua's classes?" Bibi Dong looked calmly at the man behind her who was deliberately walking slowly.

As she spoke, her eyes carried a smile; she knew full well that Lu Mingchuan disliked attending these classes on etiquette and meditation.

Let's see how you handle this move.

Since you said this is a scene between me and Yu Xiaogang.

If you get involved, can you really say you aren't part of it?

"Me? No way, I just came from..."

(It's here, it's finally here.)

(Saintess Bibi Dong, accept the guidance of me, the future Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang.)

(Only by growing under my tutelage will you become the true hegemon of Spirit Hall.)

(And while you're at it, help me supplement my knowledge reserves.)

The person hadn't even appeared yet, but Yu Xiaogang's inner voice echoed through everyone's minds over and over again.

Lu Mingchuan was speechless after hearing it.

What was he muttering about, hiding in a corner? Could he just come out and start the scene already?

The group strolled past the flower garden.

Yu Xiaogang was sitting at the corner, striking a pose meant to look like an enlightened master.

Upon seeing him for the first time, all three of them were startled.

His arms were braced with bamboo slats, and his head and half his body were wrapped in medicinal bandages, leaving only one eye exposed on his upper body to watch the path.

Most importantly, he was wearing a custom-made Iron Underpants over his crotch.

An ancient book was clipped to the wooden crutch in front of him.

Gangzi, did you come here to cosplay as a Bandage Freak?

Didn't you look like you were just in a bit of pain yesterday with no major injuries? How did you end up like this today?

(They must be stunned, they must be feeling sorry for me!)

(This is what a man with scars looks like.)

Tang Yuehua turned her head to the side; just from Yu Xiaogang's entrance alone, she had almost kicked him.

Who would look at this wrapped-up rice dumpling and feel pity?

Bibi Dong was also stunned for a second.

However, a playful expression quickly appeared on her face.

She had long been prepared to deal with Yu Xiaogang.

Lu Mingchuan couldn't bear to look either, but a voice from behind made his entire body shudder.

"Grandmaster, I admire you so much! Could you tell me about the secrets of spirits?"

This thunderous shout made Lu Mingchuan's eardrums ache, and the voice behind him had a rough, masculine-leaning quality.

He didn't need to turn around to know that this person was massive.

The surroundings seemed to tremble as if there were an earthquake, every footstep making the ground shake.

A gust of wind swept past Lu Mingchuan, the residual breeze making his robes flutter loudly.

A Big Black Rat stood directly between the three of them and Yu Xiaogang.

Lu Mingchuan focused his gaze and saw a figure who was incredibly obese, appearing neither quite male nor female.

The first thing this person did upon rushing over was to hug Yu Xiaogang's thigh and wail in tears.

"Master, that line in your work about there being no useless spirits, only useless spirit masters, truly touched my heart."

Startled, Yu Xiaogang initially wanted to step back, but since someone was finally praising him, he had to suppress his disgust and stand his ground.

"Is... is that so?"

He responded with an awkward smile plastered on his face.

"Of course! I, Cuihua, swear to the heavens, that theoretical work you left behind in the Sunflower Sea yesterday has been nearly read to tatters by us."

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang suddenly snapped to attention. The bamboo slips bound to his other hand warped as he frantically searched his person for something.

That's right!

The first draft of his work, which was destined to spread across the entire continent, had been lost yesterday.

Yu Xiaogang anxiously asked Cuihua, "Where... where is that book? You still have it in your possession, right?"

That book was something he had lent to a student from Spirit Hall Academy yesterday just to show off.

However, subsequent events had caused him to forget to retrieve it, and he had nearly forgotten about the matter entirely.

Ignoring the look of rejection in Yu Xiaogang's eyes, Cuihua wiped her snot on his pant leg.

"Of course it's still with us, it's just that so many people read it yesterday that it's a bit old and tattered now."

"It's fine, as long as it wasn't lost."

Although the book being damaged pained Yu Xiaogang, the most important thing was that it hadn't been lost.

The contents within were the final results he had painstakingly transcribed over several years while at the Blue Sky Tyrant Sect.

(I haven't even started writing that book yet.)

(It's a good thing the book is still around.)

Lu Mingchuan watched Yu Xiaogang with a bewildered expression.

Are you serious, brother?

Do you even know what you just said?

So you were planning on translating your own nonsense into more nonsense.

Cuihua looked at Yu Xiaogang with a bashful expression and gave him a light pat, though to Yu Xiaogang, it felt like a heavy blow.

"What are you saying, Master? I have treasured your belongings well; how could I possibly lose them?"

"Cough... I wasn't talking about you."

Yu Xiaogang hurriedly begged for mercy; if he didn't, he figured he might be slapped to death.

He hadn't expected this creature, as broad as a mountain and of ambiguous gender, to have such a delicate heart, keeping his belongings safe.

"Come to think of it, I must thank you for saving a top-tier work that will be passed down for generations."

Because his face was wrapped in medicinal bandages, no one could see that the aristocratic arrogance he usually wore had been replaced by excitement.

Although this person was a bit ugly, her heart was beautiful, and he was willing to spend more time interacting with her.

Tang Yuehua looked at this creature who didn't look like a woman.

With a simple guess, she understood that this was done at the behest of Bibi Dong.

After all, the Consecrated Hall and the Pope Palace were in cahoots, and as a disciple of the Pope, there wasn't a single person from Spirit Hall who wouldn't bow when seeing her.

And this person, who had only had eyes for Yu Xiaogang from the moment they appeared, could only have been sent by the Spirit Hall Saintess, Bibi Dong.