Bibi Dong Wasn't Very Bright

In front of her teacher, everything revolved around her.

But behind her back, he kept slandering her.

Heh. Men. You couldn't hide your true colors.

Bibi Dong sat on the bed, her eyes gleaming with insight.

Lu Mingchuan was a tricky one. She couldn't use the same methods on him that she used on everyone else.

But hadn't he just delivered his own leverage right to her door?

Only, who was that Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang Lu Mingchuan had mentioned? She had never heard of him before. She didn't remember him at all.

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

Did he even think about where they were?

This was Spirit City. Most of the people who lived here were Soul Masters, or ordinary folk whose educated parents hoped their children would rise to greatness.

How could there be a situation where Soul Masters' intelligence dropped a hundredfold? What utter nonsense.

It was late at night.

Bibi Dong lay curled up on the bed, then suddenly opened her eyes.

"You bastard, Lu Mingchuan! You're the one who's not bright..."

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She scrunched the thin quilt in her arms into a ball, then punched it hard.

As soon as she closed her eyes,

all she could think about was Lu Mingchuan's opinion of her. As a heaven-blessed prodigy, Bibi Dong had never heard such vicious words.

Even her plan to pass the night in meditation was ruined.

All she could do now was clutch the quilt and pound it to vent her frustration.

The current state of Spirit Hall's influence could be described as unusual. It rubbed shoulders with many other forces, but nothing had truly broken out.

Lu Mingchuan's identity was extremely unusual, too. In this script, there wasn't a second person with an identity like his.

His grandfather had been a Titled Douluo. He had joined Qian Daoliu in attacking Sea God Island, staying behind to protect Lu Mingchuan—and died.

His parents had both been Soul Douluo. When Qian Xunji went to obtain his Eighth Soul Ring, they encountered a great calamity. They, too, stayed behind to protect Lu Mingchuan—and died.

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 standing in Spirit City was anything but ordinary.

This young master was someone ordinary Soul Masters didn't want to cross.

Everyone was curious about gossip,

but sometimes keeping your distance was the only way to stay safe.

"Butler! Did you get the 999 gigantic roses I asked you to prepare yesterday?"

An old man who had been standing outside came in through the door.

"Young master, I'm sorry, but I couldn't get you the 999 roses you wanted, all still in bloom and covered in morning dew."

Where could he find roses that were both blooming and still covered in dew? Wasn't that asking too much of an old man like him?

He might as well have asked for 999 ten-year-old Blue Silver Grass plants. That would have been easier.

But the butler didn't hear Lu Mingchuan get angry. He only saw him stroking his chin, deep in thought.

"Not enough roses?"

"That's right, young master."

Lu Mingchuan hadn't expected something he'd thought would be easy to arrange to be so hard to come by.

What was he supposed to do without the crucial prop he needed today?

But thinking of the need to keep the plot intact, Lu Mingchuan could only turn to the Old Butler with a pained expression. "Go bundle up all the flowers in our backyard. Then get everything ready. Today, I'm still going to show Dong'er how sincere I am."

I only planted those flowers yesterday, and now I have to dig them up for that idiot Bibi Dong.

Meanwhile, Bibi Dong had been getting ready to make herself look beautiful and charm Lu Mingchuan. Now she stopped what she was doing and clenched her fists.

The maid helping her took several nervous steps back.

Idiot?

She never wanted to hear that word again for the rest of her life.

Her simple white robe went perfectly with her fair skin. The plain combination looked striking.

But Bibi Dong couldn't bring herself to feel happy.

If everyone thought she was stupid, and she kept acting like she didn't care, wouldn't she just be giving them more to laugh at?

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

He wasn't even bothering to keep up the act. He'd just come right out and admitted it.

So he was planning to "bump into" her in Spirit City today, was he? Fine. She'd go and see how that bastard planned to confess to her.

Then she'd expose Lu Mingchuan for who he really was.

"Keep going..."

Only then did the maid resume touching up Bibi Dong's face.

Bibi Dong glared viciously at her own exquisite reflection.

Lu Mingchuan had just finished tidying himself up when he sneezed.

"Ow... Which idiot's cursing me?"

He rubbed his nose and fastened the Soul Tool belt around his waist.

How could a young master like him go without a Soul Tool?

The Old Butler looked at Lu Mingchuan's belt, his wrinkled face breaking into a smile. "Young master, do you have another one of these? We could put the flowers in it and surprise her later."

There were quite a lot of flowers in the backyard. Without a tool like this, how could they deliver them to the appointed spot in Spirit City?

Lu Mingchuan stretched and tossed the Old Butler a Storage Soul Tool with a smaller capacity.

"I'll guard you with my life, young master!"

Once the butler had prepared everything, the two of them left the estate together.

As they walked down the street, ordinary people who caught sight of Lu Mingchuan chose to steer clear of him.

Lu Mingchuan was speechless.

Damn it, he'd never done anything wicked like bullying women or men. Why did they all look at him like he was a street thug?

Couldn't they give him a better script? So he was the one who had to bear the burden of everyone's judgment, was he?

Still, with everyone around him so afraid, it would make the next part of the act easier.

After asking around for directions, he skirted several long streets.

In the end, Lu Mingchuan chose a wooden bench outside a teahouse and waited.

That's right. This is the road.

After my failed confession comes the century-defining meeting between the two main characters.

Should I watch the melodrama first and then collapse, or collapse first and have the butler carry me away so we can watch it from hiding?

After all, that idiot Bibi Dong's about to show just how brainless she is. Even if I stand nearby and watch, I probably won't see a thing.

Forget it, forget it. Better to play it safe and throw myself on the ground, then really put on an acting performance.

Lu Mingchuan looked solemn. He deserved to win the Best Actor award.

It was his first time following the script, so he had to take his job seriously.

At the entrance to a small shop not far from the teahouse, Bibi Dong's expression was icy.

She looked nothing like Spirit Hall's sweet, innocent Saintess right now.

She glared at the laid-back rascal stretched out on the wooden bench. She wanted to kick Lu Mingchuan's seat out from under him.

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

What, had she eaten his family's rice? If he couldn't speak properly, he should keep his mouth shut.

She'd see how this two-faced bastard planned to confess. If he couldn't keep up the act, he could quit pretending for her sake.

Bibi Dong strode past the teahouse, her face as cold as frost.

Behind her, a buzz-cut man showed off his knowledge to someone beside him, but his gaze never left her.