As the host of this year's martial arts tournament, Yunwu Sword Pavilion is extremely busy with various matters. Even the junior disciples who are responsible for cleaning have increased their workload. Originally, they only needed to sweep the streets twice a day, but now, with the surge in visitors, they have to sweep the streets four times a day.
Hu Rourou was originally in charge of drawing the competition number plates for today's competition along with several other senior sisters, but she didn't go because she felt hot.
Others might be punished for not going, but Hu Rourou usually gets away with it. She is not only a disciple of Songheng, the head of Yunwu Sword Pavilion, but also Songheng's daughter. Her connections are strong enough that no one dares to complain.
"Senior Sister Rou Rou, are you really not going to go and take a look? If Senior Brother finds out that we've left our posts without permission, he'll definitely be angry."
Hu Rourou, who was still drawing her eyebrows, glanced at this junior sister who had just started and whose ranking was unknown, threw her eyebrow pencil away, and angrily scolded, "Did I tell you to speak? Who told you to speak? Because of you, I drew my eyebrows crooked!"
The eyebrow pencil, imbued with a bit of internal force, struck the new disciple's forehead, leaving a bloody mark before bouncing back to the threshold and breaking in two.
The new disciple had only been in the sect for half a month and had no chance to spend time with Hu Rourou. He was immediately trembling and almost fell over after being yelled at. He covered his forehead and carefully examined Hu Rourou's eyebrows, whispering, "Senior Sister Rourou, you can look in the mirror. Your eyebrows are not crooked."
Hu Rourou's words were just an excuse to vent her anger, but this new disciple was so ungrateful. She sneered, stood up, grabbed the new disciple's chin, and slapped her across the face. "Didn't anyone teach you to listen obediently when your senior sister speaks and not talk back?!"
The new disciple said aggrievedly, "But senior sister, I was just recounting events..."
"No manners!" Without saying a word, Hu Rourou raised her hand and slapped the new disciple to the ground, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
She looked down at the tearful, angry new disciple, "Why are you so quiet now? Weren't you quite talkative just now? Are you thinking of going to the sect leader and senior brothers to complain? Don't be silly. Who do they think they are? Who has time to care about a disciple with mediocre talent and ordinary status like you? Believe me, I could crush you and no one would know."
The hope in the new disciple's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a surging fear, and he huddled tightly together.
Seeing this, Hu Rourou suddenly chuckled, pulled the new disciple up, and wiped the blood off her with a handkerchief. "Look at you, why did you have to act like this? I just wanted to test your ability to react on the spot. I didn't control my strength for a moment. I didn't really mean to hit you."
Faced with Hu Rourou's complete change in attitude, the new disciple felt apprehensive and instinctively backed away, only to be held tightly by Hu Rourou's wrist, unable to move.
"Don't move, it's not clean yet." Hu Rourou smiled gently. She had a lively appearance and seemed very harmless. "Senior sister just wanted to help you wipe your face. Such a beautiful face would look terrible if it got dirty."
"Junior Sister! Junior Sister! Are you there?" At the same time, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.
Hu Rourou casually picked up a veil hanging to the side and put it on the new disciple. "The sun is strong outside. It's not good for a girl's skin to be exposed to the sun too often. I see that the weather has been sunny for the next few days. Junior sister, you must wear this veil carefully, otherwise, it won't look good if you get tanned."
The new disciple covered his face, which was swollen like a steamed bun, and cried tears of pain, but dared not speak.
Hu Rourou glanced at her with satisfaction before running outside like an innocent little butterfly. A handsome young man stood at the courtyard gate. "Third Senior Brother, what brings you here?"
"You still have the nerve to ask me? If you hadn't come soon, Senior Brother would have caught you red-handed." Third Senior Brother Ze'an patted the girl's head and took out an exquisite sugar figurine from behind his back. "Here, didn't you say you wanted to eat this for days?"
"Wow, Third Senior Brother is so kind! Rou Rou is so lucky." Hu Rou Rou happily accepted the sugar figurine.
Ze'an found it amusing to see her mouth covered in sugar stains. "Look at you, you're such a grown woman, yet you still act like a little glutton. Oh? And who is this...?"
A hint of malice flashed in Hu Rourou's eyes, then she turned around with a smile and walked away, grabbing the hesitant new disciple. "Third Senior Brother's memory is really bad. Isn't this the female disciple you brought back when you went down the mountain for training? It hasn't been that long, and you've already forgotten her completely. What will the young lady think?"
When she said "forgot everything", Hu Rourou noticed that the new disciple's hand suddenly trembled, but the curtain was too long, so An did not notice anything unusual.
The new disciple was originally the daughter of a butcher. The butcher was addicted to alcohol and gambling, and when he couldn't pay his gambling debts, he sold his daughter. He happened to run into her and rescued her.
Ze'an apologized, "Look at my memory, I hope you won't be angry, junior sister. I didn't know you were here today, so I only bought one string of sugar figurines. I'll make it up to you next time."
"No need," Hu Rourou snorted. "Senior brother doesn't care about junior sister at all. She's allergic to sugar. Look, her face is swollen after eating my candy. It's all my fault for being careless. Junior sister, please don't blame me, okay?"
The new disciple did not respond; only the veiled hat nodded slightly.
Ze'an exclaimed "Ah!" and sighed, "What a pity!" But he didn't say much. Besides delivering the candy figurines, his main task was to get Hu Rourou back to her post. The work was complicated, and none of the Sword Pavilion disciples could slack off or be lazy.
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Hu Rourou arrived late, and the time for drawing number plates was almost over. Because she had a strong backing and senior brothers to support her, the senior sisters, even if they had complaints in their hearts, all held back and did not express their displeasure.
The main problem is that now that an unreasonable thug has arrived, they have no interest in dealing with Hu Rourou.
"It's really not allowed to collect the number plate on behalf of someone else. Please understand, young master, and step aside so as not to disrupt the order." A disciple of the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion repeated the same words expressionlessly. If she weren't so well-mannered, she would have wanted to punch him a couple of times.
"Why can't I? I've already made it very clear that my friend has something to do, so she asked me to help her get the number plate. Why can't you even do that? Let me tell you, she's very strong, she might just win first place. If she misses the competition, who will take responsibility? Nobody can afford to! Can't you be a little more reasonable?"
Mu Yang was extremely annoyed. With the deadline for drawing numbers fast approaching, he asked around three times, and everyone said that no one named Shen Jiao had come.
If Shen Jiao is so good at fighting, why didn't he come? That can only mean one thing: he must be afraid that he can't beat his senior sister.
Mu Yang was determined to have Yu Wushuang teach Shen Jiao a lesson. As Yu'er said, girls often say the opposite of what they mean. Yu Wushuang might not agree on the surface, but he might actually want to teach Shen Jiao a lesson. His senior sister always dotes on him.
Moreover, in such a serious competition, the tyrant can no longer protect his own, can he?
He had everything ready except for the final push, but to his surprise, the disciples of the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion were unyielding and inflexible, refusing to let him help draw the number plate no matter what.
Hu Rourou stood aside and overheard the whole thing. When she heard Mu Yang brazenly say that he "might win the championship," she almost couldn't help but laugh out loud. These days, people who talk big are getting more and more outrageous.
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