"Yeah, that's hilarious."
At this point, the disciple opposite slapped his thigh and said, "It is said that the disciple was quite talented before, but our peak master wanted him and he still didn't come. He was extremely stupid."
"It seems he didn't play today, right?"
"Yes, but considering the overall strength of their peak, they're not that great."
"Don't underestimate him, he has a contracted magical beast."
"That strange-looking, bald monster that he carries around all day?"
After he said that, everyone at the table burst into laughter. "Damn, buying that thing as a contracted magical beast, you've obviously never seen anything like it..."
What's it like when you're the one getting caught up in the gossip?
Jia Xitong, who lives a life filled with praise (or perhaps admiration?), looked at the bald patches on her body with a hint of resentment. These young people really have a low level of quality and aesthetic sense.
The people who were speaking suddenly felt a strong gaze, and they stopped talking and turned to look to the side.
The young man sitting alone at another table was smiling and watching them.
And right next to him was the very monster they had mocked.
All three paused, a sense of shame and anger rising within them for being caught speaking ill of others. One of the men arrogantly raised his head and snapped at Shang Yanting, "What are you looking at?"
Seeing the three people's arrogant demeanor, Jia Xitong realized she had offended the male lead and was now in a difficult situation.
She thought the three of them were going to be taught a lesson.
To everyone's surprise, Shang Yanting's expression remained unchanged. "I wish the three of you a smooth competition."
After saying that, he left with Jia Xitong, which surprised Jia Xitong.
The three of them were taken aback by these words. "Damn it, what does he mean?"
"He must be all alone, and he's afraid."
"He wasn't even angry after being talked about like that. The only disciple of Qing Shuang Peak is actually a coward."
"If that's the case, then Niu Chuanchuan should also go to Qing Shuang Peak."
"Then it's just a bunch of cowards together, hahaha."
The arrogant laughter echoed far and wide in the kitchen, drawing frequent glances from those around who were unaware of what was happening, and was also heard by those who had just left.
##
Back on Qing Shuang Peak, the raccoon was praised by everyone.
Now, in the kitchen, Jia Xitong has suffered a setback.
Jia Xitong, who was always confident in the cuteness of raccoons, unusually spent two hours in front of a bronze mirror fiddling with her fur.
"Dear host, am I really bald?"
Shang Yanting looked at her chest hair fluttering in the wind, "Yes."
Without the slightest hesitation, it's truly... a double blow.
Jia Xitong found the coat Liang Ting had given her, silently put it on, and her desire to rebuild the puppet grew a little stronger.
Seeing its depressed look and its drooping tail, Shang Yanting's originally hard heart softened a little. "It's just bald, not ugly."
...Don't explain.
She had little interest in today's matches until a familiar name was called during the game, which cheered her up.
"Niu Chuanchuan from Tianwu Peak versus Li Mu from Shengyang Peak."
Niu Chuanchuan was also there.
Jia Xitong looked down and saw that all seven people were present in the four arenas except for Niu Chuanchuan.
"Ushikawakawa?"
"Tianwu Peak Niuchuanchuan!"
The referee called several times before Niu Chuanchuan finally stood up from a corner.
He's gotten even thinner.
The clothes that used to fit perfectly now have empty sleeves and pant legs.
His expression became wooden, his eyes gloomy and evasive. Even though he was standing in the warm winter sun, he seemed to be surrounded by an inescapable gloom.
During the game, his reactions were also slow.
He was defeated by an opponent of the same level after only a few exchanges, and the loss was so decisive that even the referee couldn't help but frown.
According to the information, this student is a top-level student in both gravity and foundation, and has the strength of a late-stage martial apprentice. Yet he was so easily defeated.
Seeing this, he waved his hand dismissively, "Next group."
##
Niu Chuanchuan slowly got up from the ground, lowered his head, and walked out of the arena.
The beating I just received was much lighter than what "those people" did.
They're getting more and more terrifying.
He was required to sleep no more than four hours a day, not to eat his fill, not to study, and not to be better than them. He felt like he was in an abyss with a dark future ahead.
He only feels a tiny bit of security when he is alone.
“Niu Chuanchuan, what are you doing standing here? The boss told you to get over here.”
A terrifying sound rang out beside him, and Niu Chuanchuan felt a chill run down his spine. His heavy steps were about to lead him back into hell when a familiar voice called out to him.
"Niu Chuanchuan, do you have a few minutes to talk to me alone?"
It's Yan Qing!
Niu Chuanchuan looked back at the man who had once filled him with fear, and his once-dormant heart suddenly skipped a beat. Urged on by the other man, he whispered, "I'll be right there."
The man was stunned; Niu Chuanchuan dared to disobey him. Watching his departing figure, the man spat on the ground.
"Damn it, I'll go back and kill you!"
##
"Yan, please save me!"
In a secluded place, Niu Chuanchuan instantly lost control of himself and knelt down before Shang Yanting!
He couldn't bear this torment any longer; he just wanted to get as far away from them as possible!
Jia Xitong was shocked by Niu Chuanchuan's kneeling.
He only stayed at Tianwu Peak for two months, but he suffered such torment that he's like a completely different person.
What's wrong?
That bad?
Unfortunately, such a tragic scene did not move Shang Yanting at all. "Student Niu, if you mean leaving Tianwu Peak, I can't help you."
“If I don’t leave, Liu Hao and Zhang Qi will really kill me.”
Liu Hao, Zhang Qi?
Jia Xitong felt a sense of familiarity upon hearing this name.
“Niu, this is just a small conflict between classmates. You should learn to resolve it yourself.”
Shang Yanting's expression was gentle, like a caring older brother advising a friend, "You need to know that people in this world bully the weak and fear the strong. As long as you become ruthless, no one will dare to bully you."
Niu Chuanchuan's face turned pale upon hearing this. Long-term oppression had rendered him incapable of resisting. "I dare not, I can't do it."
"Your worst outcome is death, so what else are you afraid of?"
His voice softened, “So pick up a knife, kill those people, and you will be free.”
Niu Chuanchuan's mind was buzzing after hearing these words, and he kept repeating the same sentence, "I...I...dare not."
Shang Yanting looked at his cowardly and fearful appearance with cold eyes, "You need time to think it over. Come find me in the west wing when you've made up your mind."
He patted his shoulder gently, his gesture as kind as an elder's, "I'll help you."
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