Xian Chan: "Disgusting."
Maple Syrup: "Didn't get any."
Queque: "I don't think so."
Yu Xunge: "..."
She glanced at the dull-witted teacher with a look, trying to urge her to control classroom discipline and stop them from continuing their stand-up comedy.
With his dull eyes focused intently on the book, a small smile once again appeared at the corner of his mouth: Serves him right.
Just as Yu Xunge felt he could draw 20% of the pattern in one go, Tu Lan's voice came from the direction of the palace gate: "Mist Blade?"
Although the five apprentices were surprised, none of them stopped what they were doing. Almost an hour had passed, and their progress was not going well.
Another ten minutes or so passed, and just when Yu Xunge thought it was Tu Lan shouting randomly, Wu Ren's voice rang out at the classroom door: "Hello, I am a messenger sent by Lord Qi Hua."
Yu Dun put the book in her arms, and with a flick of her wrist, the petal in Wu Ren's hand flew into her hand.
As the deity read the letter, Mist Blade spoke again, saying to Dull-witted, "Lord Deceitful Flower also asked me to pass on a message."
He slowly and foolishly raised his eyes to look at her, waiting for her to speak.
Wu Ren raised his hand and pointed at Zai Jiu Xun Ge, saying, "She's really childish."
Yu Xunge: "..." She would bet her life that if Qi Hua were to bring someone, it wouldn't be like this...
Even though her expression remained calm and dull, a hint of helplessness was visible in her eyes. The letter from Qi Hua had already scolded her for being childish many times, clearly indicating that he had guessed that she had privately spoken with Fei Ju Mang Mang and others.
Qi Hua probably just said it casually so that Wu Ren would scold her for being childish when he came over, but Yue Hu was cunning and knew that these gods wouldn't get angry over a player's joke, so she took this opportunity to play around with Zai Jiu Xun Ge...
The petals in his hand scattered, and he said dullly, "I understand. Go back and tell her that I agree, but tomorrow is too early. Our two classes can have a joint training session in five days."
Mistblade bowed formally and left.
Inside the workshop, the dull-witted man on the recliner continued reading, while the five apprentices continued to try their hand at painting.
Queque: "I remember Mistblade used to be very composed, but suddenly he seems to have become more lively."
Maple Syrup: "If you remember correctly, she was infected by a curse from some world."
Xian Chan: "How unfortunate, does that curse affect intelligence?"
Prayer: "..." If he weren't worried about losing, he really wanted to say something...
Yu Xunge: "It's obvious that you've also been greatly affected."
Prayer: ...Yes, that's it.
Because her feet were entangled in the branches of the flower, Mistblade, who could only control her legs by manipulating the branches, hadn't even left the open workshop area yet. She turned back and called out, "...Can we talk about this after I've gone a little further away?"
Yu Dun put down his book and rubbed his temples. It was only the first morning and it was already so lively. How was he going to get through the rest of the day?
She was starting to regret agreeing to the joint training, especially with the group that was trying to provoke her... she couldn't even bear to think about it, haha.
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