Chapter 39 Clan School 9 Sister Lingliu is really working too hard.
Although it was late, there were still quite a few people at the training ground.
Although the new students were exhausted, the school wasn't just for them; the rest of the students were still lively and energetic, gathered here to compete.
Since Xie Jiaoyue was the top performer today, she was noticed as soon as she appeared.
Why are you here instead of taking a break?
Oh, so it was a competition.
A contest? A physical skills competition? With his own cousin?
Is she really that arrogant? Xie Lingliu's cultivation progress is quite fast; she's already at the third level of Qi Refining. Even if she mainly cultivates formations, her physique should be better than Xie Jiaoyue's, who hasn't cultivated much.
Many eyes turned to them, curious about why these two were competing. Could it be a family secret, and the older sister trying to intimidate her younger sister?
"Sister, shall we start the competition now? Don't worry, as long as you win, you can join this family."
Everyone's ears perked up immediately. Wow, what kind of gossip is this?
Xie Lingliu felt the gazes around her. Did Xie Jiaoyue even know how to speak properly?
Oh right, even Gong Shirao isn't very good at speaking, so how can we expect Xie Jiaoyue to be smart?
Even someone without a brain shouldn't talk like that!
"What family? Aren't we family? Sister, you're joking. I was just curious about your recent practice results, I didn't mean anything by it."
Afraid that Xie Jiaoyue might say something else she shouldn't, she quickly said, "Let's start now, let's do it together, and have Chu Xingjin help with the counting, okay?"
Chu Xingjin readily agreed: "Don't worry, sister. Although I am Jiaoyue's fiancé, I will never show favoritism."
Xie Lingliu and Xie Jiaoyue warmed up briefly, then lay face down side by side and began to push up.
Apart from Chu Xingjin, who had learned about the competition event early on, everyone else was stunned.
Your eldest daughter from the Xie family usually seems so gentle and kind, how come she's suddenly become so... unconventional?
The competition was quite unique; it was the first time I'd ever seen a competition that didn't focus on martial arts techniques or swordsmanship, but instead on such unusual physical skills.
But upon closer reflection, it makes quite a bit of sense.
Otherwise, what can freshmen compare with their seniors?
Chu Xingjin counted for the two of them: "One, two, three, four..."
However, while the two people have similar speeds, they are not entirely the same.
He quickly lost count after only a few tries, and grabbed a bystander, saying, "Quick, quick, help me count, I can't keep up!"
The person they pulled over happened to be Xin Rong.
Xin Rong smiled broadly: "Then I'll count Xie Jiaoyue's."
"Fine, fine, you can count whoever you want." Anyway, he didn't really want to face Xie Jiaoyue right now.
So, the two voices began counting, one after the other.
"Eleven, twelve, thirteen..."
"Twelve, thirteen, fourteen..."
Although they are scattered, the differences are not significant.
Before today, Xie Jiaoyue's reputation was merely that of a delicate, fragile vessel, the kind of weakling who could be easily pushed over.
After the entrance exam, at least for those who had seen it, their impressions changed considerably.
But still, no one thought she was a strong and healthy muscular girl.
They can maintain a temporary balance with Xie Lingliu, but it will probably be too late soon.
As he counted, Xin Rong felt that the sounds from next door seemed to be getting further out of sync with his own rhythm.
As he counted, he became certain that his neighbor was much slower than him.
He couldn't help but turn his head to look.
Xie Jiaoyue said, "Senior brother, I think you should concentrate more."
Xin Rong quickly snapped out of her daze: "Oh right, right. You still have the energy to talk?"
Heavy breathing could be clearly heard from next door, but Xie Jiaoyue's breathing remained steady.
Xin Rong initially thought Xie Jiaoyue was deliberately controlling herself, but he didn't expect her to still have the energy to remind him.
He's always been a talkative person; he was fine before, but now that he's started talking, he can't hold back anymore.
"Junior Sister Jiaoyue, are you so physically strong? How do you train? Tell me, and I'll teach my sister when I get back."
He always felt that Xin Xiuying was too weak, only knowing how to cultivate alchemy all day long, neglecting everything else, to the point that even a strong gust of wind could blow her over.
Xie Jiaoyue didn't answer, but Xin Rong wasn't discouraged. Instead, she pressed on: "Junior Sister Jiaoyue, how did you come up with the idea of using your robes as ropes? I never would have thought of that. You even used my sister's little rags. My sister must be so happy right now."
Xie Jiaoyue finally found out who this guy's sister was. She had to admit, Xin Rong was much more annoying than his sister.
She still didn't say anything.
Xin Rong asked again, "How many do you think you can do? You seem to be handling it with ease."
Xie Jiaoyue rolled her eyes: "One."
Xin Rong said, "Huh? Aren't you still working on it?"
"If you keep talking, I'll only be able to make half of it, and you can finish the rest."
Xin Rong shut up.
It's upsetting that the junior sister he's eyeing actually scolded him for talking too much. He did talk a bit too much, but he just wanted to get closer to her.
Perhaps he could ask his junior sister Heima to help take care of his sister in the future. That would be the end of his brother-sister relationship with Xin Xiuying; he couldn't do anything more than that.
But he added, "Don't worry, although I talk a lot, I'm very reliable. If I say I'll count for you, I'll never make a mistake, even if I'm counting silently in my head while I'm talking. We talkative people are the best at multitasking. If I make a mistake because of that, you can kick my head like a ball."
"Please, shut up."
She was exhausted, and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to keep going if she listened to a few more words.
"oh……"
Although he kept quiet, the neighbors next door couldn't stay quiet.
Xie Lingliu's breathing became increasingly heavy. She didn't usually pay attention to physical cultivation; she only let her body be filled with spiritual energy while meditating.
But Xie Jiaoyue should be like that too.
The elders of the Xie clan have different directions, but none of them are body cultivators. Gong Shirao is just an ordinary furnace without her own specialization, and no one would teach Xie Jiaoyue body techniques.
So why hasn't Xie Jiaoyue stopped yet? She can't hold on any longer.
Seeing Xie Lingliu's large drops of sweat falling down, Chu Xingjin felt a pang of unease.
Is Ling Liu really going to such lengths to get closer to him? Even at this point, she's still unwilling to give up.
His voice became even softer: "Lingliu, you can give up if you can't keep going. Don't worry, this family isn't ruled by Xie Jiaoyue, it's ruled by me."
Xie Lingliu's physical strength had reached its limit, and she had no time to pay attention to Chu Xingjin. She could only roar silently in her heart.
You stupid idiot! You think you can just give up like that? Who do you think you are! How could Xie Lingliu, Xie Jiaoyue's cousin, possibly lose to Xie Jiaoyue, her younger sister!
At this point, this matter has nothing to do with Chu Xingjin anymore; it's now a war between two women.
A war fought purely out of a desire to be inferior to the other side.
Xie Jiaoyue's breathing became increasingly labored.
Xie Lingliu felt as if she could see the hope of victory. If she could just persevere a little longer than Xie Jiaoyue, she would win.
Finally, Xie Lingliu heard a thud beside her. She forced herself to support her trembling arms and shakily finished the last one before collapsing to the ground.
She was so disheveled that she could no longer maintain her usual good manners, and it looked like she was about to faint at any moment.
But she didn't faint. Instead, she held on to her last breath and said definitively, "I won."
Chu Xingjin glanced at Xie Jiaoyue, then at Xie Lingliu, his voice hesitant.
Xie Jiaoyue said with dissatisfaction, "Brother Chu, don't you like this result?"
Some men are like that; for some reason, they just look down on those close to them. It's as if it's shameful for someone close to them to do better than someone else, and it's as if learning to appreciate the excellence of someone close to them is an incredibly difficult thing.
Then, in a private moment, they might complain about the incompetence of someone close to them.
It's quite abstract.
Chu Xingjin felt that Xie Jiaoyue was becoming more and more unreasonable. Xie Lingliu was Xie Jiaoyue's older sister, yet Xie Jiaoyue had driven her to such a point.
She really doesn't seem like a virtuous and gentle woman.
But with so many people watching, he couldn't openly lie.
"Yes, Xie Jiaoyue won."
Xie Lingliu raised her bloodshot eyes, her expression extremely ferocious: "How is that possible! I clearly lasted longer than her."
"Lingliu, you're competing on numbers." Chu Xingjin quickly added, "It doesn't matter if you lose. You've already done very well and pushed your limits. Don't worry about winning or losing for a moment."
Xie Lingliu didn't hear anything after that; she only heard the first sentence before her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
Before she fainted, Xie Lingliu pointed her finger sharply at Xie Jiaoyue, making a huge middle finger gesture.
Xie Jiaoyue considerately pulled her finger back for the other person, but in doing so, Xie Lingliu woke up in pain.
"Oh, I'm sorry, cousin. It was too dark and I was too tired. I accidentally used my strength in the wrong direction. But cousin, now that you're awake, shouldn't you help me rearrange my accommodation? Anyway, you're weaker than me and can't protect me. It would be more convenient for me to stay with the freshmen, wouldn't it?"
Xie Lingliu glared at Xie Jiaoyue with a dark expression, and said through gritted teeth in a low voice, "Of course we want it."
"Shall we arrange it for me now?"
"Where would you like to stay? Most places are already full."
"What about Feng Qianqian? She can be considered a freshman." Xie Jiaoyue had been in contact with Feng Qianqian, so she naturally knew that Feng Qianqian was living alone now.
"If she agrees, then of course."
Xie Jiaoyue said happily, "Then thank you, Sister Lingliu, for agreeing. I'll take my things and go find her now."
Xie Lingliu's face was gloomy. Could she finally faint in peace?
"Oh, by the way, cousin, I haven't given you today's bill yet. Keep it safe and remember to pay me back as soon as possible. It's not easy for a small shop to run, and it's not good to keep customers on credit for too long."
"Okay, I'll give it to you tomorrow."
"And my cousin."
"What else do you want to say!"
"It's nothing, it's just that you look like you're about to die. Do you need me to call a healer for you? If you don't have any spirit stones, Brother Chu can pay for it for you."
Chu Xingjin, who had been looking at Xie Lingliu with affection, immediately waved his hand: "No, no, no, I don't have any spirit stones."
Upon hearing this, Xie Lingliu nearly choked on her breath.
If she hadn't fainted, she would have surely died here today!
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