Let Go of That Girl!!!

Lu Mingchuan lay there listlessly.

Seeing the target of the mission, the butler hurriedly drew his attention back.

"Young master, quick, the Saintess is here."

Lu Mingchuan sprang to his feet, slapped his cheeks, and tried to make his smile look less stiff.

"Give me that Soul Tool first."

The butler hesitated. "Young master, how about I go prepare some more flowers for you? That thing doesn't seem quite right."

Lu Mingchuan waved a hand and took the Soul Tool back from the butler. "What do you know? What's the use of flowers being pretty? They have to be practical. I believe Dong'er isn't someone who cares about that sort of thing."

What the hell? I've even given her the thing I'd been saving for a rainy day, and she still dares to say no?

Bibi Dong clenched one hand behind her back.

She had deliberately brought people from Spirit Hall Academy and walked very slowly outside the teahouse, yet that guy was still inside discussing what to give her.

If he didn't want to confess, he shouldn't have come out. Bibi Dong wasn't interested in him anyway.

Lu Mingchuan only got up after watching Bibi Dong walk past the teahouse.

"Dong'er, what a coincidence."

Oh, what a coincidence indeed.

If I hadn't dragged this out any longer, I'd have walked all the way back to Spirit Hall by now.

Bibi Dong didn't understand. He was the one who wanted to confess, so why was she the one feeling conflicted?

The people from Spirit Hall Academy behind her looked bewildered. Wasn't the Saintess supposed to dislike this guy? Why was she smiling at Lu Mingchuan today?

Could the Saintess have given in?

After all, they were all part of the Saintess's future inner circle, sharing in her glory and disgrace.

In their eyes, Bibi Dong being willing to entertain this man of complicated status was a dereliction of their duty.

Unfortunately, there was nothing they could do to this rich second-generation brat.

Damn it! Kill Lu the dog, take the Saintess!

An inexplicable atmosphere enveloped the Spirit Hall Academy group.

Lu Mingchuan paid no attention to those fellows grumbling and moaning.

Instead, he spoke gently to Bibi Dong. "Dong'er, there's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time."

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and replied, word by word, "What a coincidence. There's something I've wanted to tell you, too."

Lu Mingchuan raised an eyebrow.

I'm talking about something serious. Don't bring some line you picked up from who-knows-where into the script.

Hey... don't say it. Just shut up already.

Just stand there like a prop and wait for my performance. Don't let that wonderfully strange train of thought of yours show up.

The few brain cells in that head of yours had better be busy thinking about Xiao Gang burning with passion when you see him. Otherwise, you won't have enough brains left to swoon over him later.

Lu Mingchuan's voice kept echoing in Bibi Dong's mind.

Had she done anything stupid lately?

Why did this guy keep attacking her brain? Did he have nothing better to do?

So this bastard really was a liar. Love practically spilled from his eyes, yet she had no idea what sort of nonsense he was saying in his head.

He deserved to have his spiritual power training go awry.

Bibi Dong smiled radiantly at Lu Mingchuan. "It's fine, go ahead. Today I'm just taking these people around to see the businesses my teacher entrusted me with. A little delay won't matter."

She was going to use the mishap in this bastard's cultivation to dig out all his secrets.

Retire in seclusion.

Reclaim wasteland.

Farm.

Ten-Mile Slope Sword... what was that again?

Lu Mingchuan stared at Bibi Dong in astonishment.

That wasn't right.

But the arrow was already on the string. He had no choice but to let it fly.

He looked at Bibi Dong and gestured for the Spirit Hall disciples behind her to step back.

The butler promptly followed his instructions, using the aura of a Soul Emperor to disperse the crowd.

Lu Mingchuan gazed at Bibi Dong with an expression so tender he could have looked at a dog that way.

In an instant, he released all nine hundred and ninety-nine flowers he'd prepared inside the Soul Tool. They formed a vast sea of yellow flowers around Bibi Dong and Lu Mingchuan.

Bibi Dong's expectant gaze instantly turned into a deadpan stare.

She'd thought he might have some sort of strange flower that could grow overnight. She hadn't expected him to pull this.

He'd used sunflowers whose yellow petals hadn't even fallen off yet. Did he even know what a confession was? Did he really plan to reuse the flowers after she rejected him?

Lu Mingchuan held out a sunflower. "Dong'er, I like you."

There it is~

As expected, these are the finest sunflowers. Whose sunflowers can grow overnight and even come with the flavor of roasted salt?

What a country bumpkin. You've never tasted anything like this, have you?

Bibi Dong looked strangely at Lu Mingchuan, who hadn't moved, and studied him closely.

She realized he was blocking her view. Behind the sunflower, he was happily munching on seeds.

Lu Mingchuan, busy cracking seeds, was getting impatient.

She's just ignorant. Using a sunflower doesn't stop you from rejecting me. Tell someone to kick me out already!

Bibi Dong suppressed the stirrings in her heart.

She lightly brushed the hair beside her ear and spoke softly. "Mingchuan, I know how you feel about me, but I think we should meet my teacher first."

The seeds fell from Lu Mingchuan's hand.

Wait... you're supposed to tell someone to kick me out. If nobody kicks me out, how am I supposed to run into some mishap?

Who's that shy expression for?

Before, you kept pretending to ignore me, without the slightest change in your expression. And now...

Don't ruin this for me, sis!!!

If you've got looks, then you don't need principles.

If you've got looks, then you don't need brains.

Can you quit acting like an idiot?

Who said she had nothing? Which of those things did Bibi Dong lack? Did he think all those years she'd spent reading ancient texts had been for nothing?

This uneducated rich second-generation brat was the one who deserved those labels.

She took the sunflower from Lu Mingchuan and, while he was distracted, secretly peeled and ate a seed. The big seeds really were delicious.

"Mingchuan, you need to strive to improve. Could you stop being a spoiled wastrel?"

Bibi Dong earnestly tried to persuade Lu Mingchuan. To the onlookers, this was the gracious side of their Saintess.

Lu Mingchuan clutched his arms, struggling.

This wasn't how things were supposed to go. What happened?

How had this turned into her lecturing me?

Lu Mingchuan looked at Bibi Dong's sweet, airheaded face.

That's right, that's right. I almost forgot.

You're not the protagonist right now, so what good does it do to go off-script?

Heh... our Grandmaster Xiao Gang is about to make his entrance, bringing three parts melancholy, three parts disdain, three parts arrogance, and one part Heavenly Pride's signature nonchalance.

That little look of his will have this lovestruck Saintess wrapped around his finger.

What kind of wandering and misery could have brought forth such complicated emotions?

Haha... Xiao Gang, my heart aches for you. Someone as knowledgeable as you shouldn't be buried among the crowd.

Just thinking about the ridiculous scene he was about to witness made Lu Mingchuan's lips twitch with laughter.

When he noticed Bibi Dong looking at him, he hastily forced his smile down again.

"Dong'er, I understand that you're rejecting me. From now on, I'll—"

"Let go of that girl!!!"