Late-Night Private Tutoring? Zhu Zhuqing's Soaked Special Training

Zhu Zhuqing did not move.

The short blade spun once in her hand, its edge reflecting the moonlight with an icy gleam.

"Pour water?"

She repeated it.

Her killing intent was a little unstable.

Kamizuki Yu leaned against the door, neither moving nor speaking.

He simply watched her.

As though the ruthless man who had just threatened to throw a Titled Douluo out to guard the gates had not been him.

A standoff.

Three seconds later.

Zhu Zhuqing put away her short blade.

She turned around.

Walked to the table.

Picked up the teapot.

And poured water.

Her movements were stiff, like those of a rusted puppet.

Water flowed into the cup with a splashing sound.

It was full.

It overflowed.

Yet she kept pouring.

"Stop."

Kamizuki Yu walked over and pinched the teapot spout between two fingers.

"Your mind is unsettled."

Zhu Zhuqing let go.

The teapot fell onto the table with a clang.

Water spilled across the tabletop.

"All I want is to grow stronger."

She stared at Kamizuki Yu, her chest heaving violently.

"Not become your maid."

Kamizuki Yu picked up the overflowing cup of water.

He took a sip.

"It's cold."

He casually threw the cup out the window.

Smash.

The sound of shattering was especially piercing in the silent night.

"You can't even handle something as simple as pouring water, and you still want to grow stronger?"

Kamizuki Yu sat on the bed and crossed one leg over the other.

"You're impatient and impetuous."

"The speed you're so proud of is as slow as a crawling turtle before a true powerhouse."

Zhu Zhuqing clenched her fists.

Her nails dug into her flesh.

She refused to accept it.

"Not convinced?"

Kamizuki Yu crooked a finger.

"Attack me."

"If you can touch even the corner of my