Today I will be your puppy

"Xiao Mo, why do you suddenly want to arm wrestle with Xi Chengming?"

"Didn't you ask me to do that?"

"I don't have any"

"That's obvious." Cong Mo pointed at his own eyes. "Your eyes are like a puppy's, wet. I read in a book that this is a sign of being wronged and unhappy. He's showing off something you don't have, which makes you unhappy, so you instinctively look at your master, hoping to get comfort from him."

Leng Can:

He is a dog

"No, no..." Cong Mo shook his head, realizing the ambiguity in his words. "You are not a dog, and I am not your master. I shouldn't judge you in this way. Sorry, I..."

"But Xiaomo doesn't want me to be unhappy, right?" Leng Can took two quick steps forward, tilted his head to look at her, and smiled as brightly as spring. "Then today I will make an exception and be Xiaomo's puppy for once, and Xiaomo will be my master for once, woof woof..."

Cong Mo blinked, swallowed, and slowly nodded in response, "Okay."

A man and a woman, one thin and one strong, were competing in arm wrestling, a simple yet very face-saving activity. Naturally, they attracted attention and many people gathered around to join in the fun.

Except for Leng Can, everyone in the audience was scolding Xi Chengming for not knowing how to be considerate of women.

It seems like he is teasing Xi Chengming, but in fact he is saying in disguise that Cong Mo is overestimating his own abilities.

Leng Can was so angry that he rushed forward to argue with them, "Your Majesty has been talking about equality between men and women for a long time. Could it be that you are all just a cancer left over from the old ways of thinking?"

"What does this have to do with old and new ideas? Men and women are inherently different in strength..."

"So you're simply judging strength based on gender, which is a stereotype!"

"This is the truth! Where do all these twisted theories come from?"

"Our Cong Mo won first place in the Jianshan Competition. Can you compare with him?"

"You guys, I..."

"If you're not convinced, you can come and compete." Cong Mo sat on the stone bench, his expression indifferent. He looked at the person who spoke with sharp eyes, and used his magic to wrap around Leng Can's waist and pull him back to his side. "Are you willing?"

The little brother who had just spoken immediately shut up and dared not say anything.

Cong Mo withdrew his strength. Leng Can saw that his waist was no longer restrained. He rushed forward again, very unconvinced, and showed off his strength to him. "What, you coward? You don't dare anymore?"

"you…"

"Stop making noise." The crowd was so dense that only Xi Chengming, the protagonist, could squeeze in. When they heard that there was something exciting to watch, they squeezed in more happily than anyone else.

He really didn't understand who these people were going to watch compete with if he hadn't come, as they gathered like this.

As a result, as soon as he came in, he saw Leng Can and his fellow disciples about to fight. He lifted Leng Can's waist and carried him to Cong Mo.

Leng Can punched him on the back. "Xi Chengming, you bastard! I treated you like a brother. It's fine if you want to get promoted, but you actually allowed them to talk about Xiaomo like that! You're such a scoundrel!"

"I, when did I ever want to get promoted!" Xi Chengming only heard this sentence, glanced at Cong Mo's still dead fish face, and his face flushed red.

Leng Can stood firmly on the ground and cursed, "Look at your face now, it's as red as a monkey's butt, everything is red!"

"I'm just hot, don't talk nonsense." Xi Chengming concealed his embarrassment and immediately turned to look at his fellow apprentices. "You too, you talk too much nonsense. Ah Mo is the first in the Jianshan Competition. Who can compare to her? This has nothing to do with gender, strength, or anything like that."

"Brother, we..."

"If you say one more word of nonsense, we'll disperse!"

Everyone quickly fell silent. Among all the fellow disciples in Shushan, Xi Chengming was not only the oldest, but also one of the strongest. No one in Shushan could defeat him. Due to his strong physique and fierce appearance, most people were afraid of him. Before the Jianshan Competition, he could be considered isolated.

It was only after he achieved a high ranking in the Jianshan Competition and received praise that people dared to slowly approach him and talk to him.

Xi Chengming sat on the other side and nodded to Cong Mo, "Sorry, are you okay?"

Cong Mo remained calm, "Nothing, just some insignificant words."

Leng Can was so angry that he even looked at Xi Chengming with annoyance. "Xi Chengming, we are no longer good friends."

"Huh?" Xi Chengming was dazed. "What does this have to do with me? I just squeezed in."

Leng Can refused to listen to anything he said and turned away without looking at him.

Those who were drunk and resentful were about to become dispirited.

"Xiaocan's temper comes and goes quickly, so don't bother with him," Cong Mo advised. "Focus on the game. Xiaocan, you go and yell 'start.'"

"Okay." Leng Can stood in the middle reluctantly.

The two men faced each other, both serious and solemn, their upper bodies leaning forward slightly, their eyes meeting in the air, colliding with intense sparks, their elbows resting steadily on the stone table, their hands first lightly clasped together to show friendship, and then clasped together tightly, their fingers turning white due to the force, as if they were making a silent declaration of war.

Xi Chengming's expression was serious, and he had a bad premonition in his heart. Although Cong Mo's hand could be completely covered by his hand, the strength coming from his hand should not be underestimated. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He swallowed his saliva and realized that he had underestimated the enemy.

Cong Mo lowered her eyelashes and calmly pointed out his shortcomings, "Xi Chengming, you are still the same, easily looking down on your enemies and being arrogant and conceited."

Xi Chengming pretended to be fearless, "Isn't it good to have confidence?"

"Okay." Cong Mo increased his strength, squeezing Xi Chengming so hard that he could almost hear the crackling of his own bones. "But you've found the wrong person. You don't have the capital to deal with me."

"Are you ready?" Leng Can began to count down, "One, two, three, start!"

At the command, the competition officially began. The people who were just watching the excitement didn't even dare to breathe, staring at the hands of the two people, hoping to get a result as soon as possible to see what level the first place of this Jianshan competition was.

At the beginning, the two men were quite equal in strength. Their arms, one thick and one thin, were frozen in mid-air, as if nailed down. Xi Chengming could still laugh and occasionally tease Cong Mo, but Cong Mo remained silent from beginning to end, glancing at Leng Can, whose legs were shaking with nervousness.

I care so much about this result

But it's just a game, is this necessary?

The longer the timeline stretched out, the greater the energy consumption. Gradually, Xi Chengming began to lose strength, clenched his teeth, his cheeks puffed up, all the muscles in his body tensed up, every muscle was exerting force, his arms trembled slightly, trying to break the deadlock with his tenacious will, but his hands were clenched tightly, and no matter how much strength he exerted, Cong Mo's arms did not tilt down, showing a tendency to be suppressed by him, and Cong Mo remained calm, as if his efforts were nothing in front of her.

He will naturally be dissatisfied.

More and more people gathered around to watch the fun. Although the competition was about to start in half an hour, everyone had the time to watch them arm wrestling. The elders had entered the hall early and were curious when they saw people gathered there.

The old man Qing dragged the old man Shu to accompany him to see what was going on.

"Then...it seems like he's your apprentice."

The old man, Qingyi, used his crystal ball to check, grinning from ear to ear. "Hey... Shuyi, your little brawny boy is really brave. He dares to compete with our apprentice in strength!"

The old man shook his head, disdainful of his boastful attitude. "You're lucky to have such a good disciple."

"No matter how you calculate it, I'm not bad either." The old man looked at the crystal ball, his smile undiminished. "My apprentice is something you can't ask for. We had hot pot together last night. Have you heard of this kind of food?"

The old man smacked his lips and said, "What is this? I've been in the mountains for so long that I don't even know what's new in the human world."

"That's fine. When we retire, we can travel the human world." The old man patted her shoulder. "After the magic competition is over, come to Wuqing Mountain and let my disciple make you hot pot."

"Haha...sure, I'll definitely come visit when the time comes."

The atmosphere in the pavilion was far from relaxed, as it was between the two of them. It was intense. Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two wrestling hands, afraid to miss a single moment.

No one dared to speak. Xi Chengming's arms were shaking slightly, and he was already somewhat unable to exert any strength. Cong Mo saw that the time had come, pressed down on his hands, and began to exert force, "Xi Chengming, you lose."

Xi Chengming roared angrily and burst out with his last bit of strength, but despite resisting with all his might, he was unable to stop Cong Mo's suppression. His fingers and palms began to tremble slightly.

Finally, Cong Mo took all the heat and slammed his hand hard on the table.

The game is over.

"Wow..." Amidst the sighing crowd, Leng Can let out a scream, then suddenly pounced towards Cong Mo. Cong Mo quickly pulled back his hand, hugged his waist, and steady him to prevent him from falling.

"Wow! Xiaomo, we won! Hehe..." Leng Can narrowed his eyes, hugged Congmo's shoulders and rubbed against her.

I just won a game, I'm so happy

Cong Mo asked him, "I won, are you happy?"

"Of course!" Leng Can was so excited that he turned his head back and stuck out his tongue at the people around him, "Lilililil..."

"Yeah." Cong Mo nodded.

Winning is not bad.

Although Xi Chengming felt embarrassed for a moment, he still walked over and extended his hand to Cong Mo, "I accept the loss."

Before Cong Mo could reach out his hand, Leng Can intercepted it.

Leng Can leaned against Cong Mo, smiling maliciously, like a man who saw a concubine trying to seduce his man. He shook his hand and said, "No thanks, no thanks."

Xi Chengming's mouth twitched twice, and he walked forward, lifted his legs, and lifted him off Cong Mo.

"Oh my god! What are you doing?"

"Bully you!" Xi Chengming carried him into the hall. Leng Can was facing downwards, unable to resist, and could only call out to Cong Mo, "Xiao Mo, save me!"

Cong Mo looked at the two of them and turned away helplessly.

Leng Can: "..."