Chapter 39 How could Ji Fuguang know about her private life...?
Ji Fuguang's words sounded like a good-natured joke.
The premise is that we should ignore the subtle hesitation in his words.
Sheng Zhiyi dared not move again, keeping her eyes down and not even glancing in Shen Qingming's direction.
Although it's unclear why Ji Fuguang dislikes Shen Qingming.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. It would be too difficult for someone like Ji Fuguang to take care of children.
He would only superficially punish people by making them practice swordsmanship a hundred times, and then still think that they weren't trying hard enough.
As for Shen Qingming, he could only be thoroughly disliked, yet he didn't know who to confide in.
Poor thing.
If Shen Qingming knew about Sheng Zhiyi's guess, he would definitely be moved and exclaim that she was his soulmate!
Ji Fuming was smiling openly, but for some reason, Shen Qingming secretly shivered. A brilliant idea flashed through his mind, and he cleverly spoke up:
"I think I did hear my father's voice. He sounded quite anxious. Senior brother, I'm going now!"
He bowed to Ji Fuguang and turned to leave.
Before leaving, she couldn't help but steal a glance at Sheng Zhiyi, who was bowing her head and remaining silent.
In the distant inner sect, Elder Shen suddenly felt a tickle in his nose, as if someone was talking to him.
Shen Qingming left, and Sheng Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief, looking up at Ji Fuguang.
Suddenly discovered—
The young master was not only not appeased, but seemed even more dissatisfied!
Who exactly upset him?
Sheng Zhiyi looked at the disciple following behind Ji Fuguang. Could it be him?
Noticing Sheng Zhiyi's gaze, Ji Fuguang turned his head slightly and said:
"Chen Cang, the advancement format will remain the same as we just discussed. If you have any questions, send me a message."
As he spoke, Ji Fuguang casually broke off a small bamboo branch and inserted it into Sheng Zhiyi's hair bun.
When Sheng Zhiyi tried to dodge, his gaze turned to her, and he stared intently at her.
Fine, the young master is unhappy, so she has no choice but to keep him in check.
Sheng Zhiyi stood still, waiting for the young master to adjust the bamboo stick in her hair like he was playing with a doll.
Shen Cang appeared to be a calm and serious person. He seemed not to have noticed Ji Fuguang's actions, and upon hearing this, he frowned slightly, somewhat hesitant.
"Should we still allocate them by lottery? If so, disciples with bad luck might be eliminated. Based on the elders' discussion just now, perhaps..."
While tormenting Sheng Zhiyi, Ji Fuguang interrupted Shen Cang, offering no explanation and simply saying:
"Do as I say. I will handle the elders' objections. You may leave now."
Having received a definite answer, Shen Cang said no more. He nodded, bowed to Ji Fuguang, and left the path.
Ji Fuguang spent a long time adjusting the bamboo branch before finally inserting it into the right spot.
He examined her for a moment, then raised his hand and removed the butterfly hairpin from Sheng Zhiyi's hair.
With her other hand, she unleashed a surge of spiritual energy, attempting to reduce the butterfly hairpin to dust.
As soon as he pulled out the butterfly hairpin, Sheng Zhiyi noticed the movement. Seeing the spiritual energy swirling around his fingertips, she instantly thought of the torn white silk and guessed his intention.
She rushed over and grabbed Ji Fuguang's hand.
"Senior brother! What are you doing!"
That was her hairpin, why did he suddenly destroy it?
Is he angry with her today?
She didn't do anything to him!
Sheng Zhiyi was both puzzled and confused, but she held Ji Fuguang's hands tightly, completely unaware that she almost fell into Ji Fuguang's arms.
Oh no, Ji Fuguang was already unhappy with her, and now that she's stopping him like this, he'll definitely be even angrier.
Sheng Zhiyi hesitated before raising her head to look at Ji Fuguang.
But to my surprise, I discovered—
Ji Fuguang seemed to have calmed down.
He still had a smile on his lips, but for some reason, Sheng Zhiyi felt that he was in a better mood.
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What exactly happened?
She endured all the torment, but Ji Fuguang was still angry. She stopped him from doing what he was going to do, which made Ji Fuguang happy instead.
Day after day, it's all so inexplicable.
These young masters and their sons have thought processes that are quite different from normal people.
Ji Fuguang loosened his grip, allowing Sheng Zhiyi to slowly remove the hairpin.
He asked, "You like it that much? I see you wear it every day, day and night."
Sheng Zhiyi looked at him strangely. She only had this one hairpin. If she didn't wear this, what was she supposed to wear?
But she secretly thought that Ji Fuguang was a bit unpredictable right now, so it would be better for her to go along with him.
"Yes, I really like it."
A thought flashed through her mind, and she tentatively said, "After all, this is the only thing my senior brother gave me, so I naturally cherish it all the more."
Upon hearing this, Ji Fuguang lowered his eyes and glanced at her with a half-smile.
Sheng Zhiyi guiltily avoided his gaze.
After all, she had eaten quite a lot of things from Ji Fuguang, including pastries and elixirs from Qinxiangju...
After thinking about it, she felt somewhat justified.
But Ji Fuguang really didn't give her anything; food and gifts are not comparable!
She deliberately observed Ji Fuguang's emotions, secretly raising her eyelids to glance at him.
The curve of her lips seems to have risen a little higher than before...
Well, flattery will get you everywhere. When it comes to Ji Fuguang, it's best to just go along with it.
Sheng Zhiyi rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. "Actually, I have long admired you, Senior Brother, which is why I wear this hairpin every day. It is indeed a bit old, but please don't destroy it, Senior Brother, so that I can have something to remember you by."
"Oh? So Junior Sister has been admiring you for a long time..." Ji Fuguang looked down at the hairpin in Sheng Zhiyi's hand, stretched out his finger, and flicked the jeweled butterfly wings on the hairpin.
The hairpin was held in Sheng Zhiyi's hand. As Ji Fuguang flicked it, the pointed end made a smooth, rounded feel in Sheng Zhiyi's palm. It didn't hurt, but it was a little itchy.
She nodded vigorously, "Yes, I have always admired my senior brother, that's absolutely true!"
Ji Fuguang slowly curled the corners of his lips, leaned down slightly, and whispered in Sheng Zhiyi's ear with a smile, "Junior Sister's so-called 'admiration' refers to secretly hiding my hair ribbon?"
A short sentence, yet it stirred up a monstrous wave.
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How did he know about this?
How could Ji Fuguang know what she was doing in private?!
Sheng Zhiyi felt her blood rush to her head, her eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed crimson. She dared not turn her head, only feeling Ji Fuguang's face approaching hers.
"Senior brother...please let me explain..."
She swallowed nervously, her voice hoarse, her mind racing.
"Actually... this... isn't what you think..."
Will Ji Fuguang think she's a pervert, staying at Shuanghua Peak and stealing his personal belongings? Will he kick her out right away?
Unable to come up with a reasonable explanation after a long while, Sheng Zhiyi suddenly grabbed Ji Fuguang's hand and forcefully shoved the hairpin into his hand.
"Senior brother, I was wrong! You can take the hairpin, I know why you wanted to destroy it... but please don't send me away, okay?"
At this moment, she was both anxious and ashamed, her face flushed red, and even her almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, like shimmering spring pools, and her two pupils were like pearls swimming in water.
"Oh?" Ji Fuguang raised his hand and tapped Sheng Zhiyi's reddened nose with his folding fan. "Then tell me, why did I destroy your hairpin?"
Sheng Zhiyi didn't dare to look up, so she naturally didn't see the mockery in his eyes.
"Hmm..."
Do we really need to have people talk about this?
Sheng Zhiyi hung her head dejectedly and said in a low voice, "It was me who did this. You were extremely disappointed and thought I was a ridiculous person. Therefore, you regretted giving me the hairpin and didn't want to see it again, so you simply destroyed it..."
The more Sheng Zhiyi talked, the more she felt that this matter was absolutely irreversible.
In Ji Fuguang's mind, she had become a complete pervert. This time she stole a hairband, next time she might steal an undergarment, and the time after that...
But God, she really didn't mean it.
She only noticed the hairband lying in the corner when she went to find Ji Fuguang. Thinking that she might need it for completing the mission later, she picked it up. How did Ji Fuguang find out about it?
Young master, you have so many clothes, why would you care about missing a hairband?
“I see…” Ji Fuguang stretched out his palm and tapped his folding fan against it. “Your deduction is quite reasonable.”
Sheng Zhiyi pitifully raised her face and looked at Ji Fuguang, "Senior brother..."
Before she could even timidly speak, Ji Fuguang reached out and pinched the butterfly wing of the hairpin, pulling it out of Sheng Zhiyi's hand.
With his other hand, spiritual power surged forth, and white light swirled around his fingertips, gradually engulfing the hairpin and completely destroying it, leaving only a few specks of dust that drifted away in the wind.
Sheng Zhiyi watched his actions with shock and pain, her mind repeating the same thought:
It's all over, it's all over, it's completely over.
Just then, the system's mechanical voice echoed in my mind:
[Good afternoon, player Sheng Zhiyi!]
[A new strategy guide has been released. Please check your inbox.]
[Strategy Quest: Play the zither under the moonlight, be seen by Ji Fuguang, and gain his favor.]
[Task Reward: 100 points]
[Punishment for failure: Extinction of existence]
[Task completion countdown: 06:00:00]
[Please complete the current strategy mission as soon as possible!]
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Is he sick or not?
Issuing a task at this time?
Even if she continues playing the zither, it's still uncertain whether she can reach Shuanghua Peak!
Sheng Zhiyi felt utterly hopeless.
Amidst the chaos, she found a strange sense of peace.
Well, it's all a mess now, let's just drink it while it's hot.
She looked up at Ji Fuguang, determined that if Ji Fuguang didn't agree, she would cry, make a scene, and threaten to hang herself.
Even if it means clinging to Ji Fuguang's leg, I'll still go back with him.
Ji Fuguang, a man of integrity who values his reputation above all else, if all else fails...
If all else fails...
Before Ji Fuguang could react, she ripped open his clothes and shouted a few more times.
There were still voices from the competition venue not far away. When they arrived and saw this scene, Ji Fuguang would never be able to shake her off!
Although it's a bit unfair to Ji Fuguang... she will take responsibility for him!
Sheng Zhiyi gritted her teeth, her eyes gleaming, her hands itching to try, her gaze sweeping over Ji Fuguang's chest, searching for a suitable spot.
She was prepared to force herself on Ji Fuguang the moment he asked her to leave.
I'm sorry, senior!
But just give in to me!
Ji Fuguang finally made a move, and Sheng Zhiyi immediately went on high alert.
Ji Fuguang took something out of his storage bag, and Sheng Zhiyi raised her arm.
Ji Fuguang stuck something into her hair, Sheng Zhiyi...
Um?
What are they doing?
Is this a new form of torture?
Ji Fuguang slowly inserted a jade hairpin carved from green jade into his hair, looked at it again, and adjusted its position.
That butterfly hairpin was of very low quality and had long since faded and dulled. Just now he felt that the bamboo color matched Sheng Zhiyi, and it was indeed so.
He spoke softly, his voice as clear and gentle as spring water, tender and enchanting:
"We'll exchange the hairband for a jade hairpin; that evens things out."
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