Chapter 10 Unexplained Irritability, Unfazed
What is Morax doing here?
Despite her doubts, and considering that she should have stood respectfully at the door at this moment, whether out of politeness or because of Yi Xiao's teachings, Qiao Xi quickly closed the door.
Because she's too cold, and besides, the image of a good student is gone now.
Not far away, Morax was slightly taken aback by Qiao Xi's decisive action of closing the door. This was the first time he had ever experienced being turned away.
He shook his head helplessly. It was already dawn, and the snowy sky was still overcast.
Yi Xiao said that Qiao Xi would be in her final form in a year. When a mortal's immortal body is in its final form, the degree to which they have mastered the immortal techniques and skills at that moment will play a decisive role in what happens afterward.
The limits of one's future spiritual cultivation are fixed from the moment one reaches the final form.
However, judging from his inspection of Qiao Xi's homework that day, the girl's academic performance was indeed somewhat disappointing.
Morax agrees with most of what Yi Xiao said about Qiao Xi's studies—except for the claim that Qiao Xi dislikes studying.
Morax believed that Qiao Xi did not dislike studying. Based on his few meetings with Qiao Xi, he felt that she loved studying.
Firstly, during their first meeting, the girl tried to get him to take her to school, which shows that Qiao Xi cared about her studies.
Secondly, when I first met Qiao Xi during the day, she was asleep on her desk. But since she slept on her desk instead of in bed, it shows that she still prioritizes her studies.
Finally, when he was doing that problem that night, although he could tell that Qiao Xi knew nothing about solving it, he still honestly wrote down a "solution".
At first, he didn't quite understand why Qiao Xi wrote that character, but later he realized that even if the child didn't know how to do it, she still wanted to leave behind a determination to solve the problem.
At least their attitude towards learning is good.
Morax believed that Qiao Xi, as an orphan, had already suffered a lot and forgotten most of her memories after being frightened, which was already difficult for her. Then he left her alone here to face an unfamiliar environment.
So it's understandable that she's learning slowly now. Since the war has basically subsided, he'll be staying here for a while longer. So why don't he personally tutor Qiao Xi during this time?
That's what Morax thought, and that's what he told Yixiao.
It was the hour of Yin (3-5 AM). Yi Xiao transformed into a deer and nibbled on spiritual energy amidst the fine mountain snow. When he heard that Morax planned to personally teach Qiao Xi during this time, he was so surprised that he almost turned into human form.
Morax thought that Yixiao was reluctant to part with his master-disciple relationship with Qiaoxi, so he comforted her, "If you can't let go, you can teach together with Liuyun. This will be beneficial to Qiaoxi."
"No, no, no," Yi Xiao quickly declined, "Your Majesty, you can manage on your own. My old bones really can't take this kind of torment."
Morax didn't quite understand Yixiao's reaction at this moment.
Yi Xiao added, "But Your Majesty, let me remind you first: this girl's attitude towards learning is quite problematic. In Liu Yun's words, she hates studying. So if you can't stand it in the future, don't just quit and dump it on me and Liu Yun."
Morax smiled slightly and shook his head: "No."
Yi Xiao smiled happily as he flew through the snow on all fours, taking a few bites of the spiritually imbued snow. He genuinely loved Qiao Xi, except when he was teaching her. Now, with the Emperor's words, he believed he would become the kindest teacher in all of Liyue.
If Liu Yun were here, he would love to share this good news with her immediately and make this old woman happy too.
*
At this moment, the snow in the bamboo garden gradually stopped, the clouds in the sky began to part, and silver light shone down from above. The air was filled with the scent of winter plants. Morax looked at the closed door, wondering if Qiao Xi had noticed him just now.
He was about to continue forward when suddenly he stopped, and the image of Qiao Xi standing in front of the door not long ago flashed through his mind.
Just now, Qiao Xi seemed to be wearing only a close-fitting silk dress. The silk pajamas were comfortable against the skin, but because the silk fabric had a good drape, the thin layer naturally outlined her curves when it clung to her body.
Morax seemed to recall something, his brow furrowed slightly, and he turned to leave.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of a door opening behind him. Morax turned around and saw Qiao Xi, wrapped in a bright red cloak, running towards him.
"Morax." Qiao Xi stopped in front of him, panting. Her breath condensed into white mist in the cold air. She smiled slightly. "Why are you here?"
She was still wearing that silk dress, but now she had wrapped a thick robe around it.
Morax understood that she had only closed the door because she was cold.
Everything before that stemmed from his superfluous ideas.
It's strange when he has these extraneous thoughts.
Morax lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on Qiao Xi's chubby, rosy cheeks. "From today onwards, I will be responsible for your studies."
Wind and snow flew together, the sky gradually brightened, and Morax looked at Qiao Xi.
Qiao Xi's eyes widened, her pupils dilating in shock: "Huh?"
"From now on, I will tutor you in your studies while I am here," Morax said again.
Qiao Xi tilted her head and thought seriously. Could it be that Morax was so angry that he saw her handwriting was ugly and that she had copied answers in one day that he decided to correct her handwriting himself?
Qiao Xi was unwilling, but she had no choice but to lower her head and weakly say "Yes".
Morax couldn't help but laugh at her listless appearance.
*
It's 5:45 AM now, which is about 5:45 AM in Qiao Xi's original world. She used to get up at this time every day when she was in high school.
I never thought that even after the college entrance exam was over, I would still have to get up at this time. Is there some kind of obsession with 5:45?
Qiao Xi sat at the bamboo table, and Morax sat next to her, very close, but she absentmindedly rested her chin on her hand.
After her image as a good student was completely shattered, Qiao Xi actually felt much more relaxed in front of Morax.
Previously, Master Yixiao had also told her to get up at 3:45 AM, but she always lingered in bed. Over time, she started to bloom along with the flowers at 10:00 AM.
But who knew that in the dead of winter, Morax would come knocking on the door as an alarm clock.
Thinking of this, Qiao Xi bit her pen and sighed.
Morax sat upright to the side, watching the little girl bite the pen, completely unaware that ink had gotten on her face. He slightly moved his fingers on the table, but did not wipe it off for her.
“Qiao Xi,” Morax reminded her, “read a book.”
"Yes, ma'am." Qiao Xi listlessly began to mumble like a fly.
Morax felt inexplicably irritated as he listened. It was a strange feeling; the child did everything he asked, so why was he so annoying?
Were Yixiao and Liuyun like this before?
Qiao Xi read a lot, and her gaze gradually shifted from the book to the Rubik's Cube on the table. Then, under Morax's gaze, she unconsciously picked up the Rubik's Cube and started crackling and disassembling it while reading.
“Qiao Xi,” Morax reminded her again.
Qiao Xi looked up and handed over the Rubik's Cube: "You're bored too, aren't you?"
"...No."
Qiao Xi put the Rubik's Cube down and turned to look at Morax.
Morax lowered his eyes slightly and met her gaze.
The morning light shone on the snow that had fallen all night, while the dim yellow light from the house shrouded in mist.
The light and shadow flickered, outlining Morax's face.
Qiao Xi wanted to ask the other person, "Why did you come to tutor her?"
Before she could speak, Morax reached out and gently wiped the ink off her cheek.
Morax was wearing black gloves the whole time. Through the leather, it was hard to feel the temperature of the other person's fingers, but it was itchy.
Qiao Xi's big eyes were filled with doubt.
After a moment, Morax took his hand down and took out a clean white handkerchief to wipe the ink stains off his hand.
Qiao Xi couldn't help but touch the spot on her face that Morax had rubbed against.
Then he glanced at Morax, who was wiping his hands with his head down.
He asked tentatively, "Morax, why didn't you just wipe my face with a handkerchief?"
Morax paused in wiping his fingers, then calmly put the handkerchief away: "I forgot."
“Oh, I often forget things too.” Qiao Xi believed it and felt quite empathetic. “Sometimes I forget whether I’ve eaten two or three bowls of rice, and when I’m about to eat again, Master Yi Xiao scolds me.”
When Morax heard her say this, he frowned and couldn't help but laugh.
He still remembered when he first met Qiao Xi, the little girl timidly huddled in the large wedding robe, thin and helpless.
Now, she can eat three bowls of rice in one meal, and her cheeks are bulging.
As the morning light slowly rises, the shadows of the trees outside can be almost seen through the window. Although it is still shrouded in a gray haze, it is still refreshing and delightful.
Morax withdrew his gaze and said seriously, "Hurry up and memorize your lessons. We also have to learn some cultivation techniques today. I don't know how you're doing with them."
Cultivation technique?
Qiao Xi paused for a moment. Could it be referring to the radio calisthenics taught by Master Yi Xiao?
Whether it's true or not is another matter, but Qiao Xi really did treat it like a calisthenics exercise.
Her attitude towards broadcasting is the same as it was during her student days: she stretches her legs to stay standing and jumps without her feet leaving the ground.
Now that Morax has asked her this, the word "guilty" has begun to take shape in her mind.
"Shall we start by memorizing our lessons?"
Qiao Xi lowered her head and said.
Morax gave a soft "hmm".
Qiao Xi began to memorize her lessons.
She really intended to study hard, but she couldn't help looking back at Morax.
Morax sometimes looked at her too.
When the two of them inexplicably looked at each other, Qiao Xi forced a smile and then continued to lower her head and imitate the buzzing of a fly.
After listening to the buzzing sound for a while, Morax couldn't help but pinch the bridge of his nose.
The wind suddenly picked up again.
A few snowflakes were blown and landed on Qiao Xi's windowsill.
Qiao Xi's already distracted gaze was drawn to the snowflakes; she noticed it was snowing again. The snow was falling heavier and heavier. As she watched, she suddenly said to Morax:
"Make a snowman?"
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