Bibi Dong Calls Him Teacher, Bibi Dong Brainwashes Herself

Bibi Dong suddenly snapped back to her senses. Staring at Su Yu's half-smiling face, she suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"No. You're trying to bait me into talking."

Su Yu raised an eyebrow. There was no trace of embarrassment at being exposed on his face. Instead, he spread his hands, his tone utterly casual.

"Fine, then let's not talk about that. Back to the original question: call me Teacher once. If you don't, I'm leaving."

Bibi Dong felt another blockage in her chest.

She glared at Su Yu, but he simply stood there with his arms folded, wearing an infuriating expression that said, "Call me or don't, I don't care."

The two stood in confrontation like that. Occasionally, Spirit Hall patrol guards passed by in the distance. Seeing the Pope facing a young man, they did not even dare breathe, lowering their heads and hurrying away.

After a long while, Bibi Dong suddenly closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened them again, the turbulent emotions in her eyes had been suppressed, leaving behind only a thin layer of chill.

Her lips moved slightly, and her voice was so low it was almost inaudible. "...Teacher."

Su Yu tilted his head. "What? I didn't hear you."

"You!" A vein throbbed on Bibi Dong's forehead, and her teeth ground together. She forced it out from between her teeth again, a little louder than before, but filled with gritted fury.

"Teacher."

Su Yu nodded in satisfaction. Wearing the kind, benevolent expression of an elder looking upon a junior, he reached out and patted Bibi Dong's shoulder with neither too much nor too little force.

"Ah, that's more like it. Be good now. Show some respect when you see Teacher in the future. Don't go blocking roads at every turn."