What Kind of Outrageous Thing Was That to Say?

The great river flowed east, its waves washing away all the heroes of ages past.

Under the cold moonlight, there was someone who had steadfastly danced with his sword for hours. The blade was like a silver dragon, its gleam like a clear spring, carrying a chilling, awe-inspiring frostiness.

Yang Ming wore white. Beneath his neat short hair were thick brows and starry eyes, his face resolute and his lips tightly pressed together. There was a confident, lofty air between his brows, and every gesture of his resembled that of an ancient gentleman, making people unable to look away.

By the edge of the training ground, many senior girls had come of their own accord. One by one, they held their breath and did not utter a word, afraid that the slightest sound would shatter the beauty of this moonlit night, afraid of disturbing the young master in the center of the field. Yet the frantic pounding of their deer-like hearts had already betrayed their true feelings.

He's so handsome!

Xiao Wu secretly rolled her eyes at these lovestruck girls.

Yet for some reason, she felt as though she had bitten into a lemon. There was a faint sourness in her heart.

Looking at the figure dancing beneath the moonlight in the center of the field, Xiao Wu pouted slightly and muttered:

"You cheapskate. You wouldn't fight me, yet you came here to practice your sword."

After familiarizing himself with Green Lotus Emergence, the first level of the Green Lotus Sword Art, Yang Ming put away the Mysterious Sword. Only then did he realize that a group of girls nearby had been intensely watching him.

"Uh..."

Seeing the girls staring straight at him, Yang Ming touched his face and asked:

"Are there flowers on my face?"

As soon as he spoke, Yang Ming seemed to hear the sound of people swallowing. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but the girls' eyes lit up, as if they were only one shout away from yelling:

"We're after your body and your looks!"

Feeling the heated atmosphere born from all that female hormone energy, Yang Ming's right eyebrow began twitching wildly.

They said a twitching left eyebrow meant wealth, while a twitching right eyebrow meant disaster. Yang Ming did not believe in such superstitions, but seeing that the situation before him was not quite right, he quickly slipped away.

After losing sight of Yang Ming, the senior girls shook their heads regretfully and dispersed. Yet through word of mouth, the legend of the moonlit swordsman began spreading widely among the girls.

Yang Ming used Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and moved swiftly, but Xiao Wu was not much slower. She had gotten ahead of him and stood prettily on the path he had to take back to the dormitory, smiling at him.

Yang Ming halted and asked:

"Something wrong?"

Xiao Wu nodded heavily, waved her little pink fists, and brought up the old matter again.

"Yang Ming, let's fight! I won't be satisfied until I defeat you!"

Yang Ming had thought Xiao Wu had something important to say. He had not expected her to be looking for a fight again. Instantly losing interest, he waved his hand and said lazily:

"No. I surrender."

Xiao Wu was furious. She felt that Yang Ming looked down on her because she was a girl, and she asked indignantly:

"Why?"

"There aren't that many whys in this world. I said I'm not fighting, so I'm not fighting. If you want to fight, go find Third Brother yourself. Stop bothering me."

Yang Ming did not understand a woman's heart in the slightest. Ignoring Xiao Wu, he went straight back to Dorm Seven.

His roommates were still young, and after drinking a little rice wine, they had all fallen deeply asleep. The dormitory air was filled with the foul mixture of sweat, socks, and alcohol.

Yang Ming opened the window to air out the dormitory. Only after the stink had dispersed did he return to his bunk and lie down.

Yang Ming lay on his side facing the wall. Before long, a blanket fell from above and covered him. At the same time, he caught a whiff of a girl's fragrance from behind him.

Yang Ming turned around, and Xiao Wu's pretty, adorable face came into view. Her large eyes seemed to speak as she blinked at him, a sly glint flashing in their depths.

Yang Ming rubbed his aching temples and said irritably:

"My dear lady, please spare me. Can you let me sleep in peace? Even if you won't, at least don't climb into my bed. Aren't you sharing a bed with Tang San? Why aren't you going over there?"

"I don't want to!" Xiao Wu wrinkled her delicate nose in disgust. "He reeks of alcohol. It's enough to suffocate someone. I refuse to sleep with him."

"Then you can sleep by yourself!" Yang Ming said in exasperation.

Xiao Wu put on a pitiful expression and said weakly:

"Can you really bear to watch a beautiful young girl like me sleep all alone in the cold wind?"

Yang Ming was unmoved.

In his previous life, not only had he never had a girlfriend, he could count the number of times he had spoken to girls on ten fingers. The women he spoke with most often were either his mother or his homeroom teacher. He simply could not understand what went on in Xiao Wu's mind.

Yang Ming simply stopped talking, turned over, and faced the wall again.

Xiao Wu was furious, her chest rising and falling. She felt Yang Ming was doing this on purpose!

Yang Ming had barely enjoyed a moment of peace when Xiao Wu raised her cute, slender fingers and lightly poked his back once, twice, three times. It felt like tickling and made him uncomfortable all over.

Yang Ming turned over again. In a fleeting glimpse, he saw Xiao Wu wearing a smug, victorious smile. Yet by the time he had fully turned around, she changed her expression faster than flipping a page. Pouting her rosy little lips, she looked like a weak little white rabbit and said softly:

"Yang Ming, could you tell me a bedtime story? Maybe if your story is good, I'll go to sleep early and stop bothering you?"

Yang Ming held his forehead and sighed. Women really were trouble, the source of all evil.

But Xiao Wu's persistent coaxing wore him down. He felt that she had a little bit of a point. To send this troublesome lady away as quickly as possible, he racked his brains. After pondering for a moment, he slowly began:

"In ancient times, the heavens collapsed and the earth split apart, and chaos had just begun to open. Nuwa refined stones at Unfounded Cliff on Great Wilderness Mountain to mend the sky. She refined thirty-six thousand five hundred and one multicolored stones, each twelve zhang high and twenty-four zhang square. Nuwa used thirty-six thousand five hundred of them to repair the heavens, leaving one unused stone behind beneath Green Ridge Peak. Who could have known that after being refined, this stone had gained spiritual intelligence? Seeing that all the other stones had been chosen to mend the sky while it alone lacked the talent to be selected, it lamented and blamed itself, crying day and night in shame..."

As the story of Dream of the Red Chamber gradually unfolded, Xiao Wu, who had never heard such an interesting tale before, quickly became immersed in it.

In particular, the story of Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu left her deeply concerned.

Lin Daiyu's experience of living under another's roof, along with the melancholy air around her, resonated with Xiao Wu. It reminded her that she had lost her father in childhood, that her mother had been hunted down and killed by Bibi Dong and her people, leaving her all alone to come to the human world.

As her outward strength faded, it was like peeling away the thorny shell of a lychee and revealing the translucent heart beneath, as clear as its flesh.

Seeing Xiao Wu shed tears, Yang Ming panicked and hurriedly wiped them away for her.

Seeing Yang Ming fumble clumsily and make the corners of her eyes hurt, Xiao Wu broke into a smile through her tears and said coquettishly:

"You're hurting me."

(Thanks to Nan for the reward of 100 book coins.)

(I've noticed that everyone's reading comprehension seems to have a slight problem. The ending of yesterday's chapter was not like what those filthy-minded people in the comments said! Since this author has never been in a relationship, this book will currently focus on family affection and friendship. The protagonist and Xiao Wu share a sibling-like bond, not romance. Even if romance is written later, it will most likely involve summoned female characters. Rather than trying to pair people up, why not offer some suggestions on which female characters would be good to summon?)