Chapter 77

Wu Liang shook his head. Han Yu obviously had secrets he didn't know, at least based on the current situation.

Han Yu is like having two opposing sides: one is an innocent and energetic girl, and the other is a cold and scheming woman.

"Boss... how did you... do that...?"

The Rat mimicked Wu Liang's earlier actions, looking both ugly and cute, which was somewhat comical.

He simply couldn't understand how his boss had managed to do it before.

How did the leader manage to take down so many people all by himself when surrounded by them?

Even if the former leader used underhanded tactics, it would have been impossible for him to defeat so many people in such a short time, let alone engage in direct combat.

How come the eldest brother's body didn't become weaker after being hospitalized, but instead became more and more abnormal?

"Instinctive reaction."

Wu Liang pointed to his chest and said calmly, this time he really wasn't fooling the Rat.

Everything he did earlier was indeed driven by instinct, and by the time he realized what he had done, it was too late.

There were already three or four thugs lying on the ground nearby, groaning in pain. It wasn't realistic to stop now.

"Forehead..."

The Rat nodded blankly. "You're kidding me. Instinct my ass. This isn't some hot-blooded, epic romance novel."

Oh well, since the boss doesn't want to talk about it, I won't bother anymore.

Maybe the boss has really awakened something extraordinary, like being possessed by some kind of Heroic Spirit?

"Wu Liang, you're amazing! Could you teach me a few moves sometime when you have time?"

"My home isn't far from the academy, and I'd like to learn those moves you made earlier."

Nan Zhu originally thought that fighting was a very crude and ugly thing.

But after witnessing Wu Liang's fight with those thugs firsthand, he had to change his original opinion.

He never imagined that fighting could become an art form, and Wu Liang was the creator of this art.

Wu Liang's every movement was swift and precise; someone unfamiliar with him might have mistaken him for dancing the cha-cha.

"If it's just for self-defense, I can teach you a few moves when I have time."

Wu Liang glanced at Nan Zhu; he hadn't originally intended to take up the topic.

But when Wu Liang thought about how Nan Zhu's small and thin frame made her vulnerable to being bullied, he agreed.

Nan Zhu is, after all, his friend, and he can't be by Nan Zhu's side all the time.

It's not a bad thing to give the other party a little self-defense ability, especially since Nan Zhu himself isn't the type to actively cause trouble.

"Hey boss, aren't you going to see Teacher Ye? She must have been waiting for quite a while, right?"

Suddenly remembering something, the Rat froze for a moment and quickly grabbed Wu Liang.

Teacher Ye is still waiting for him in the office. Is it really okay for the eldest brother not to go over?

Teacher Ye was already somewhat dissatisfied with the eldest brother, and if the eldest brother stood Ye Luotong up, wouldn't that be...?

"Indeed, I'd better go and take a look quickly."

"You two go ahead, I have something to take care of later."

Wu Liang sighed helplessly when he thought about Ye Luotong's situation again.

Jian Dan and Nan Zhu greeted each other and then quickly ran towards the teaching building.

Hopefully, Ye Luotong won't lecture for too long; if we get back too late, we might not get a hot dinner.

"But then again, I wonder how Yao Shi are doing with their preparations."

Wu Liang thought silently...

When Wu Liang arrived at Ye Luotong's office, it was already completely dark outside the window.

As the sun sets, the fiery clouds gradually lose their color, and a dark ink wash wash spreads from the horizon towards the center.

"Teacher Ye, I'm coming in."

Wu Liang gently knocked on the door, but when he entered the house, he found it empty.

A faint fragrance lingered in the empty room, smelling like a floral perfume.

"Have they already left?"

Wu Liang walked to Ye Luotong's desk and said calmly, "This is quite normal."

Ye Luotong has probably been waiting for him for a long time, and if he doesn't come, he might think that he stood her up.

"I hope this isn't some kind of criticism or denunciation."

Wu Liang unfolded the folded note and looked at its contents.

He was slightly surprised after reading it, because what was written on the paper was very simple.

Furthermore, there was no sense of anger or dissatisfaction from these few lines of text; she simply told Ye Luotong Wu Liang that she had to leave suddenly.

"I have something to take care of, so I'll have to go now. We can discuss your absence credits another day. (!_!)"

"But don't think that this means everything is fine. The monthly exam is coming soon. If you embarrass me again, don't blame me for being rude." convex

Upon seeing the adorable emoticon at the end, Wu Liang couldn't help but chuckle.

Despite her serious demeanor in the classroom, Ye Luotong is actually a woman with a rich and interesting inner world.

"Monthly exam...?"

Wu Liang scratched the back of his head and said calmly.

Exams are just a word to him now; he doesn't need to worry about failing them at all.

However, I should try my best to complete all the required credits in the future, otherwise it will be troublesome if I can't advance to the next class.

"Then I'll go back too. Yao Shi and Milutin should be almost done with their preparations."

Wu Liang touched the tip of his nose; both of them were excellent maids.

Although I've never seen them cook, cooking probably isn't a difficult task for them.

Now all he has to do is look forward to what delicious treats await him.

Wu Liang originally thought so, but what happened next was clearly beyond his expectations.

Chapter Fourteen: Maid VS Maid (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets 9/10)

Boom!

Explosions have been heard countless times from the smoke-filled kitchen.

"Cough cough cough..."

A few rapid coughs could be heard from within the thick, smoky fog.

Then came a clanging sound, like someone was rummaging through pots and pans.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound, like weapons clashing, rang out in the empty kitchen.

The silvery light traced paths through the air, and every now and then, a few sparks could be seen flying up and disappearing in the air.

"I'll kill you! I absolutely will!! If you dare say it wasn't intentional, I'll tear your mouth apart!!!"

A near-mad roar came from deep within the kitchen; Milutin, with a ferocious expression and disheveled hair, looked like a madwoman.

Her pretty face was now covered in an unknown condiment, with bits of flour here and soy sauce there, and her face was filled with anger.

His scarlet pupils contained an intense killing intent, and his hands gripped a sharp knife that was half a meter long.

Milutin stared furiously at Yao Shi was crouching on the table in a defensive posture.

We absolutely must kill her, we must kill that damned girl Yao Shi no matter what.

How many times has this happened already?! Huh?! How many times has this happened already?!

"Milutin, you need to calm down right now."

"The kitchen is like a battlefield, and we are the soldiers on the battlefield. You told me this not long ago."

"The battlefield is cruel. As soldiers charging forward, you and I will inevitably bleed and weep. As a mercenary, you should know very well what a hell on earth the battlefield is like."

Yao Shi held six or seven small cake knives between her fingers, half-squatting on the table and calmly watching Milutin, who was on the verge of collapse.

I never imagined that cooking could be so difficult and brutal; describing cooking as a battlefield is absolutely accurate.

This was the first time she had encountered something so difficult to handle, even with Milutin's help...

"I... I was just giving you an example..."

"Whose kitchen would actually turn into a battlefield? No one but you, with your lightning-fast demolition skills, could do that, right?"

Milutin vented his frustration almost like a roar: Who can cause an explosion while cooking?

In less than five hours, Yao Shi has probably caused no less than 20 explosions, right?

Milutin's eyes twitched slightly as he looked at the porcelain pots in the corner, each with a large hole cut into its bottom.

This is insane, absolutely insane! How can someone manage to fry the pot while making soup?

"There's less than an hour until the young master returns, I don't have time to waste here with you."

"If you still intend to stop me, then don't blame me for being impolite."

Yao Shi glanced at the wall clock and the gradually darkening sky outside the window.

Her dark eyes grew even colder; she no longer had time to chat with Milutin here.

Since Milutin was also at a loss, she would have to prepare the young master's dinner by herself.

"Stop it, or I'm afraid you'll blow up the whole kitchen."

"And do you even think the stuff you made is edible? I think you're trying to send the young master straight to meet God, aren't you?"

Milutin gripped his twin swords and stood in front of Yao Shi.

His ruby-like eyes flashed with intense displeasure; he could no longer allow Yao Shi to continue acting so willfully.

The food prepared by the other party is not something that humans can accept at all. If the young master eats this, he will probably be in grave danger.

"Do you want to be my enemy, Milutin?"

Yao Shi squinted as she scanned Milutin's body, then gripped the small knife in her hand and said coldly.

"I just don't want you to harm the young master."

Milutin ripped off her apron and took a step forward with her long legs in high heels, heading straight for Yao Shi.

"Is that so...?"

Yao Shi lowered her head and spoke softly, her long hair obscuring her eyes and making it difficult to see her expression.

Swoosh

A flash of silver light, and a straight blade shot out from Yao Shi's fingertips, piercing towards Milutin's location.

Seeing this, Milutin sidestepped and accurately deflected the flying sword with his right hand.

"I will definitely make a delicious dinner for the young master."

"That's impossible."

Yao Shi and Milutin stared intently at each other.

The next second, the two figures vanished from their spot.

Yao Shi used the tabletop to leap backward, and the throwing knife in her hand shot out like a bullet.

Several throwing knives traced crescent-shaped trajectories in the air as they hurtled toward Milutin.

"Fighting an assassin, huh? That's interesting."

Milutin grinned and casually grabbed a wooden board to block the first two flying knives.