Shang Yan still remembered that he was going to fight Zhou Ping today. Now that Zhou Ping was not replying to his messages, he paced around the room anxiously.
"What's wrong? He must be too busy..." Shang Yan tidied up and prepared to go out. Since Zhou Ping was too busy to reply to him, he would go by himself.
I'll lend a hand; we can fight after I've helped.
After making up his mind, Shang Yan told Shen Yu, who was staying at home, and then went out. "Mom, I'll be back tonight. I'll have dinner at Zhou Ping's place."
A rustic restaurant.
There were very few people at the restaurant today, and Zhou Ping, who had some free time, sat in the shop doing his homework.
The Lunar New Year is just a few days away. Time will fly even faster after the New Year. If Shang Yan is by his side, he definitely won't have time to do his homework... He should take advantage of this free time to finish his homework as soon as possible.
By the way, speaking of unfinished homework, Zhou Ping turned his gaze to the phone next to him. Has Shang Yan finished it?
In the morning, whenever he saw Shang Yan's chat window on his phone, he couldn't help but imagine scenes that made him blush and his heart race. In the end, he couldn't help but mute his phone and turn off the screen, not daring to even glance at it.
He opened his phone and saw that Shang Yan had sent him more than a dozen messages.
Zhou Ping reached out and switched his phone from silent to vibrate. Looking at the screen full of messages from Shang Yan, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
Oh no, I was so focused on doing my homework...
Shang Yan shouldn't be angry, right?
Thinking this, he quickly picked up his phone to type.
"Third Uncle, Zhou Ping, I've come to help. Is your restaurant very busy today?" Shang Yan pushed open the door of the rustic restaurant and came in. He poked his head in with a puzzled look. "Huh, nobody's here?"
My phone just happened to vibrate once.
Shang Yan turned his gaze and met Zhou Ping's eyes as he looked towards the door while holding his phone.
They stared at each other for less than three seconds before Zhou Ping looked away. He stood up and walked towards Shang Yan, saying, "You've come."
"Didn't you see my message? I thought you weren't replying because you were too busy. Turns out you just didn't want to." Shang Yan leaned against the door frame, looking somewhat dejected.
He lowered his head, his tuft of hair drooped down, and his eyelids drooped as if he had encountered something sad.
"No..." Seeing Shang Yan's pitiful appearance, Zhou Ping panicked a little. He didn't know why... Seeing Shang Yan appear in front of him like this, his heart tightened, as if his heart had been squeezed.
It hurts a little?
"I was doing my homework and didn't check my phone... I'll definitely check it next time." He promises he won't put his phone on silent again.
He had never comforted anyone before, and now he was truly at a loss.
He reached out and patted Shang Yan's head, pressing down his tuft of hair. He softened his voice and said, "I was wrong. Come in first."
It's not appropriate to just stand there prying at the glass door like that.
Shang Yan was calmed down within three seconds after he touched his head, and his eyes crinkled into a smile.
"So, are you quite free today?"
As Zhou Ping was being stared at by those bright, shining eyes, his heart skipped a beat.
He pulled Shang Yan into the restaurant.
"I guess so. Have you finished your homework?" Zhou Ping had never seen Shang Yan touch his homework. During the winter vacation, Shang Yan would come to see him every two days and stay in the local restaurant for a whole day before leaving in the evening.
Shang Yan blinked somewhat guiltily, "I wrote it, didn't I..."
He spoke without any confidence; it was obvious he hadn't said a single word.
Zhou Ping:......
Does Shang Yan know that it's easy for people to see through his lies?
"If you come to see me again tomorrow, bring your homework with you and we'll do it together," Zhou Ping said as he tidied up his things on the table. "Remember to bring it."
Shang Yan has always been playful, and he definitely wouldn't write it if I didn't remind him.
After Zhou Ping's repeated instructions, Shang Yan reluctantly lowered his head.
"What brings you here today?" Zhou Ping asked, sitting down opposite Shang Yan.
Speaking of this, Shang Yan was no longer dejected. He said excitedly, "I've come to challenge you to a fight."
Zhou Ping nodded knowingly. He agreed to Shang Yan's request; otherwise, Shang Yan would keep pestering him.
My third uncle, who happened to be passing by: ?
Third Uncle came over, looked at Shang Yan who had a simple and innocent face, and then turned to look at the honest Zhou Ping.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he asked, "What did you just say?"
Shang Yan said frankly, "Third Uncle, I just said I wanted to fight Zhou Ping."
"Did they have a fight?" Third Uncle's gaze swept back and forth between the two, but they didn't look like they had a fight.
"No," Shang Yan and Zhou Ping replied simultaneously.
Then why fight?
Third Uncle didn't understand at first, but then he thought that Shangyan's mind wasn't quite right, and then he understood.
However, does Zhou Ping know how to fight...? Shang Yan doesn't seem like someone who can fight either.
Third Uncle's gaze lingered on the tall Zhou Ping for a moment before he reached out and pulled Zhou Ping to a corner.
"Shang Yan isn't very bright. You actually agreed to fight him?"
“Yes,” Zhou Ping nodded. “He begged me for a long time.”
Uncle San was very worried. He was afraid that Zhou Ping was too honest and serious. "If you two really fight, go easy on him. Don't make him even more stupid..."
"It's just a friendly sparring match, you know?" Uncle San said several times, still worried.
"I know," Zhou Ping nodded seriously, understanding what his third uncle meant.
Sitting at the table, Shang Yan was staring at his third uncle and Zhou Ping in the corner. He was too far away to hear what they were saying.
"What are you whispering about..." Shang Yan rested his chin on his hand, waiting somewhat boredly.
After giving Zhou Ping his instructions, his third uncle patted him on the shoulder and then left, relieved.
"Shangyan, let's go." Zhou Ping walked over, wanting to finish the game as soon as possible.
Shang Yan responded and followed Zhou Ping out of the restaurant.
"Aren't you carrying any weapons?" Shang Yan suddenly asked as he walked beside Zhou Ping.
Zhou Ping slowly shook his head and made up an excuse, "The wooden sword was broken when we got back..."
Shang Yan glanced at him suspiciously but said nothing.
After finding a secluded open space, the two of them set up their fighting stance.
"Host, are you really going to fight? I think..." 019 advised before the fight started, "You'll probably get beaten unconscious, won't you?"
"...We haven't even started fighting yet, and you're already boosting their morale and diminishing mine!" Shang Yan weakly retorted. "I'm at least a Chi Realm cultivator; I can't possibly be defeated in a single move..."
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Then look at what level Zhou Ping is at when he speaks.
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