The Less Intelligent Bibi Dong

In front of her teacher, he acted as if she were the center of his world, revolving entirely around her.

Yet, behind her back, he was constantly disparaging her.

Heh~ Men, your true colors can no longer be hidden.

Bibi Dong sat on her bed, her eyes flashing with a sharp light that seemed to pierce through everything.

As for that fellow Lu Mingchuan, she couldn't quite bring herself to use the same methods on him as she did with others.

But hadn't he just delivered his own weakness right to her doorstep?

However, who was this "Grandmaster" Yu Xiaogang that Lu Mingchuan mentioned? She didn't seem to have ever heard of him; she had absolutely no impression of the name.

Bibi Dong couldn't help but scoff at what Lu Mingchuan had said.

Did he not even consider where they were?

This was Spirit City. Most of those who lived here were either spirit masters or ordinary people with educated parents who hoped their children would become successful.

How could there possibly be a situation where the intelligence of spirit masters dropped a hundredfold? It was utter nonsense.

The night grew deep.

Bibi Dong was curled up on her couch when she suddenly snapped her eyes open.

"You bastard, Lu Mingchuan, you're the one who hasn't developed any intelligence..."

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She balled up the thin quilt in her arms and punched it heavily.

Every time she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with Lu Mingchuan's assessments of her. As a proud daughter of heaven, when had Bibi Dong ever heard such vicious words?

She couldn't even manage to meditate to pass the night.

At this moment, she could only hug her quilt and pummel it to vent her frustration.

The influence of Spirit Hall could currently be described as unique; it had friction with many factions, yet no real conflict had erupted.

Lu Mingchuan's identity was extremely special; one could say that in this script, there was no one else with a background like his.

His grandfather had been a Title Douluo who followed Qian Daoliu to attack Sea God Island, only to perish while acting as the rearguard to protect him.

His parents had both been Spirit Douluos, but they had encountered a great terror while Qian Xunji was obtaining his eighth spirit ring, and they, too, had perished while acting as the rearguard.

Lu Mingchuan opened his eyes.

"It's the second day. Yu Xiaogang should have arrived in Spirit City by now."

With several layers of special identity buffs, his status within Spirit City was quite extraordinary.

This second-generation heir was not someone an ordinary spirit master wanted to cross.

Although everyone was curious about gossip, sometimes keeping a distance was the only way to stay safe.

"Butler! Is that 999-rose bouquet I asked you to prepare yesterday ready?"

An old man guarding the door pushed it open and entered.

"Young Master, my apologies, but the 999 roses with morning dew that you requested are impossible to procure."

Where could one find roses that were both in full bloom and covered in morning dew? Wasn't this request just making things difficult for his old bones?

He might as well have been asked to pick 999 stalks of ten-year-old Blue Silver Grass; that would have been easier.

But the butler didn't hear an angry voice from Lu Mingchuan; he only saw him rubbing his chin, struggling with something.

"There aren't that many roses?"

"That is correct, Young Master."

Lu Mingchuan hadn't expected that something so casual would be so hard to pull together.

What was he supposed to do about his important prop for today?

Thinking of the integrity of the plot, Lu Mingchuan had to say to the old butler with a pained expression, "Go and pack up all the flowers in our backyard, then get everything ready. I still need to show my sincerity to Dong'er today."

[I only planted those flowers yesterday; I never expected I'd have to dig them up for that idiot Bibi Dong today.]

Meanwhile, Bibi Dong, who was busy getting herself ready to look beautiful and sweep Lu Mingchuan off his feet, froze in her tracks and clenched her fists tightly.

The maid helping her dress was so frightened she retreated several steps.

Idiot?

She never wanted to hear that word again for as long as she lived.

Dressed in a simple white robe that complemented her fair skin, the minimalist look was a perfect match.

Yet, Bibi Dong couldn't bring herself to be happy.

If she was considered a low-intelligence existence in the eyes of others, and she didn't dismiss it, wouldn't she just be providing them with more entertainment?

And those flowers he planted yesterday—weren't those just seeds?

So, he wasn't even going to pretend anymore; he was laying his cards right on the table.

He wanted a chance encounter in Spirit City today, did he? Fine, he would go, and he'd see how this guy planned to confess when he finally saw him.

It was time to truly tear the mask off Lu Mingchuan.

"Continue..."

The maid at her side resumed working on Bibi Dong's makeup.

Bibi Dong glared fiercely at her own exquisite reflection in the mirror.

Lu Mingchuan, having just finished tidying himself up, let out a sneeze.

"Ouch... which idiot is badmouthing me?"

He rubbed his nose and buckled the soul tool belt around his waist.

As a second-generation heir, how could he possibly get by without a soul tool?

The old butler standing nearby looked at the belt, his aged face wrinkling into a smile. "Young Master, do you have any more of these? You could store your flowers in them, and then you'll be able to pull off a real surprise."

There were quite a few flowers in the backyard; without such a tool, how would they manage to transport them to the designated spot in Spirit City?

Lu Mingchuan stretched his back and tossed a storage soul tool with a slightly smaller capacity to the old butler.

"I will protect the Young Master with my life."

Once the butler had everything prepared, they left the estate together.

As the two walked down the street, almost every commoner who saw Lu Mingchuan chose to give him a wide berth.

Lu Mingchuan was left speechless by the sight.

Damn it, he hadn't bullied men or oppressed women, nor had he committed any evil deeds, yet everyone acted as if they were looking at a common thug.

Couldn't the script be a little better? It wasn't like the judgmental eyes of the world were on them, after all.

Still, the fact that the people around him were so afraid of him actually made it easier for him to play out the rest of the plot.

Relying on the information he had gathered, he bypassed several long streets.

Finally, Lu Mingchuan chose to sit directly on a wooden stool at a nearby teahouse to wait.

[That's right, this is the path.]

[After the failed confession, the next part will be the meeting of the century between the two leads.]

[Should I watch the melodrama first and then collapse, or should I collapse first and have the butler carry me away so we can hide in the shadows and watch the drama together?]

[After all, that idiot Bibi Dong is going to show off her brainless side in a moment; even if I stand right next to her, she probably won't even notice.]

[Whatever, whatever, it's safer to just collapse on the ground and put on a show.]

Lu Mingchuan wore a solemn expression; the Best Actor award belonged to him.

Since it was his first time following the script, he had to maintain a professional attitude.

Not far from the teahouse, in front of a small vendor's stall, Bibi Dong's expression was icy.

The look on her face right now was nothing like that of the naive, sweet Saintess of Spirit Hall.

Staring at that slouching guy lying on the wooden bench, she had the urge to kick Lu Mingchuan's chair over herself.

That bastard couldn't go three sentences without calling her an idiot.

Did she eat his rice? If he didn't know how to speak properly, he should just shut up.

In a moment, she would see exactly how this two-faced man planned to confess; if he couldn't keep up the act, he should stop pretending for her sake.

Bibi Dong strode forward, her face as cold as frost, passing by the teahouse as if by chance.

Behind her, a man with a buzzcut kept his eyes fixed on her, even while he was busy showing off his knowledge to the person beside him.