Tu Nian rushed out of the arena, leaned against a tree by the roadside, took out a water talisman, and slowly washed his face.
In the late autumn and early winter, a handful of cold water splashed on her face, and the moment her blood vessels tightened, she felt a sense of relief.
Just because she couldn't see him didn't mean she wasn't worried. Sitting down against the tree trunk, she slowly crossed her legs, ran her hands down her cheeks and into her hair, trying to calm herself down with her breath.
The tree was facing the fighting arena. Song Chengming rushed out and saw her sitting in this strange posture as if in meditation. Although he was a little confused, his heart was at least relieved for the time being.
"Even if you dislike Ding Rong, you can't just run away like that. That's too disrespectful to her."
Tu Nian raised her head from her palm upon hearing the sound, and seeing Song Chengming's teasing face, she smiled and jokingly replied, "Aren't you the same?"
"Then we are very different."
Song Chengming came over and sat down next to her. "You take the initiative, I'm passive. If I don't take good care of you, Second Brother will come after me."
"He's just... so sweet."
Tu Nian was originally going to say that he was meddling too much, but she thought that in such a lively occasion, no matter what, she would not have an accident in broad daylight. However, when the words were on the tip of her tongue, she changed her mind and changed her words.
After all, now all the flowers have learned how to calculate, so what is impossible?
"so……"
Song Chengming hesitated to speak.
"I'm fine."
Tu Nian leaned against the tree trunk, closed his eyes and said, "It's just that I didn't sleep well last night. I can't hold on any longer, so I came to get some fresh air."
"I was scared to death by you."
Song Chengming let out a long sigh, poked her forehead in revenge, and threatened her: "If you do it again, I will ask Second Senior Brother to come and take care of you personally..."
Tu Nian couldn't hear a word he said.
She was in a state of restlessness, and her head, which had been poked away, leaned against the tree, as if she was determined to catch up on some sleep. Song Chengming had no choice but to watch over her.
The competition was basically coming to an end at this point. As several sects that had already finished the competition left one after another, the first day's medical competition came to a temporary end. As for the points of each sect in this event, they would be recorded in the notice posted the next day.
Although Tu Nian was not present at Ding Rong's competition, she felt a little comforted when she heard from the disciples in the sect who watched the competition that she performed well. The sect even planned to have a small gathering to celebrate her success, and naturally invited Tu Nian, but she was rejected on the grounds of being unwell.
Chu Qiurong knew that she didn't sleep well last night, so she didn't force her. She personally sent her back to her residence and gave her some careful instructions before returning to the party.
After returning to the room, Tu Nian washed up and went to bed. He wanted to go to bed right away, but he couldn't fall asleep.
She blamed the doors and windows, blaming them for not being able to block out the bustle of the Three Emperors Well, and the noisy voices that disturbed her sleep. Then she got up, installed soundproofing in the room, and gave herself one more chance, lying back in bed and counting sheep.
Unfortunately, insomnia is insomnia and it cannot be changed by human will. No matter how hard Tu Nian tried, the thoughts about the sect in her mind still pulled at her heart and made her feel uncomfortable. Finally, after a long time and many attempts, she couldn't help but touched the sword and cut a gash in her palm with it.
But after a few breaths, Bo Qiu's voice, filled with weariness, rang out beside her ear, "One day and one night, what do you want?"
Somehow, after hearing his plaintive tone, Tu Nian suddenly felt less anxious. She slowly took a breath and even felt like joking with him, "What time is it now?"
Bo Qiumo.
If he chooses to stab her to death with a sword now, is it too late?
This was originally a funny remark, and Tu Nian naturally didn't expect him to answer. However, just as she ignored his silence and tried to find the next topic, he suddenly spoke again.
"Three quarters past midnight."
After answering her, Bo Qiu continued, "If you have something to say, just say it directly. Otherwise, if you keep asking me like this, I won't be able to sleep tomorrow."
Listening to his low and hoarse voice, Tu Nian felt as if something suddenly touched the tip of his heart.
After pursing her lips for a moment, she turned over, facing Bo Qiu, and hugged the quilt in her arms, "I'm a little nervous."
After she finished speaking, there was another period of silence. In such a quiet environment, her uneven breathing seemed particularly heavy.
There was no light in the room. In the moonlight, Bo Qiu could vaguely see her eyelashes drooping in her eye sockets trembling slightly.
It was unknown how long this had been going on. The first thing that rang in Tu Nian's ears was a soft yawn, followed by Bo Qiu's cold voice.
"A big competition?"
The familiar lazy tone made Tu Nian feel relieved.
"Um."
"Tell me about it."
She slowly opened her eyes and rubbed her head against the soft pillow. The hand holding his sword exerted a little more force, deepening the bloodstain. A few small hillocks formed between her brows. "In the past twelve years, the world has changed dramatically. There are so many ambitious people in the three sects and seven schools. I am afraid that Jixue's efforts will be in vain."
Bo Qiu said calmly, "Winning and losing are normal. If you really want to win, instead of worrying about these things, you should spend more time preparing for the battle."
"But there's no need to compete for victory or defeat in the snow!"
At this point, Tu Nian suddenly opened his eyes and stood up, looking at Bo Qiu in the moonlight that was better than nothing. "Jixue has Nie Yanchen's protection, and lives a carefree life. It's a pity that its glory is no longer there, but it doesn't affect the disciples' freedom of life at all."
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