"Su Yue, where are you going?"
asked Sima Lingling.
"Wait for me for half an hour!"
Su Yueâs voice grew more distant.
...
White shirt, black leather shoes.
And tidy up the hairstyle.
Su Yue remembered there was a clothing store that looked very upscale on the way to Youâan Mansion.
He wanted to buy a snow-white fitted shirt and tuck it into his black pants, ensuring a big leap in looks, so as not to be trounced by the old handsome Lu Xiliang.
Spending too much time with Wang Lu Feng and those rough guys had lowered his taste.
A man doesnât need to be strong, can be poor, and even brainless, but definitely has to be chic... no, definitely has to be handsome!
Oh right, some perfume is needed too.
But thereâs no need to spend money on perfume; just spray some of the samples at the counter, save a bit of money.
Why am I so stingy?
Su Yueâs running speed was fast, but his spending speed was faster.
Styling hair, changing clothes, spraying perfume, all done in one go at a mall.
Before leaving, Su Yue stood in front of the mirror: Wow, who is this fresh and pretty handsome guy?
Iâm gonna fall in love with you.
Oh, youâre Su Yue.
Pleased to meet you!
Without wasting time, Su Yue ran towards Youâan Mansion again.
...
Youâan Mansion.
"Junior sister, I think you should reconsider; itâs simply impossible to succeed!"
Lu Xiliang shook his head.
Success would be at most 1%.
The Dusk Clock now is like an elderly person hanging on by a thread, and Sima Linglingâs plan is to go for broke.
But before the medicine can even enter the stomach, it might choke in the throat.
The situation is different!
"The Dusk Clock is a warrior; it shouldnât decay on the shelf. Even if it gets destroyed, it should fight once more.
"I discussed it with my mentor, and he agreed. He also thinks this is the destiny the Dusk Clock should fulfill!
"Senior brother, donât try to persuade me; the Dusk Clock has its own fate."
Sima Lingling shook her head.
"All right, luckily the Dusk Clock doesnât harm the activator, otherwise I would definitely stop this!"
Lu Xiliang added.
"If it was harmful, I wouldnât let Su Yue help. Heâs my student!"
Sima Lingling glanced at Lu Xiliang.
This guy makes it sound like Iâm some kind of villain.
"Hello, are you Teacher Lu Xiliang?"
As the two were talking, an old man suddenly walked into Youâan Mansion, looking around.
"Hello, and you are?"
Lu Xiliang was taken aback.
He didnât know the old man, and this old man wasnât a martial artist.
"My grandson is your student. I pass by Youâan Mansion often, and itâs usually locked, but today itâs open, so I came in to have a look.
"Who wouldâve thought, you are really my grandsonâs teacher!
"Thank you for educating my grandson; I came specifically to thank you!"
The old man approached Lu Xiliang.
"No need to thank me, itâs just my duty... what are you doing..."
However.
Before Lu Xiliang could finish humbly, the old man unscrewed a bottle of Bole Mineral Water and poured it all over Lu Xiliangâs head.
"Thank you for ruining my grandson!
"He could have been a hero on the battlefield serving the country, but instead, he learned heaps of useless martial techniques, lazing at home without the courage to even set foot on the battlefield.
"Thank you for turning my grandson into a waste.
"I wait for you every day just to curse you to death."
The old man said, gritting his teeth furiously.
"What are you doing!"
Sima Lingling was furious, about to kick the old man out.
Is this some kind of scam?
"No, donât use force.
"Iâm sorry, I know who your grandson is now; it really is my fault. Iâm sorry!"
Lu Xiliang, with his hair sticking to his forehead, was in a sorry state.
But his face still showed apology.
"Hmph, Iâll pour water on you every time I see you!
"Youâre wasting studentsâ lives, shameless... I spit at you!"
After venting his emotions, the old man swore and left in anger.
Just then, Su Yue returned in a brand-new white shirt and unfortunately witnessed it all.
Heâd only been gone a moment, and Lu Xiliang got doused with mineral water. Thank goodness it wasnât sulfuric acid.
Wait, sulfuric acid couldnât even be put in a mineral water bottle.
"Mentor, this..."
Su Yue walked in, feeling awkward.
Seemed he came back at the wrong time, putting Lu Xiliang in a more awkward spot.
"A free shower, doesnât matter.
"Wow, Su Yue, did you go buy clothes? Matching outfits, huh."
Lu Xiliang chuckled, changing the subject.
Then he noticed Su Yueâs white shirt.
"Senior brother, that old man was too much. Just how did you offend him?"
Sima Linglingâs face darkened.
Ruining students?
Learning auxiliary martial techniques is ruining students?
"Itâs all in the past now. Iâm no longer teaching, letâs not talk about these unpleasant things anymore.
"Werenât we going to activate the clock core? Letâs focus on real work first!
"By the way, Su Yue, why did you go out and change into new clothes, trying to imitate my style?"
Lu Xiliang asked.
The issue with that old man was actually quite simple.
Back when he taught at Wuda, there was a student with autism.
If that student went to the battlefield, he would surely die; Lu Xiliang couldnât bear that, so he kept him in class as an auxiliary martial artist.
That student has graduated for several years now.
Maybe the old man felt unsettled knowing an auxiliary martial artist couldnât make significant contributions.
A little venting and itâs over.
None of that really mattered.
"Yeah, changing clothes makes it feel formal, and thereâs a sense of ceremony!"
Su Yue nodded, easing the awkwardness.
"Hmph, matching outfits arenât scary; itâs only awkward if youâre ugly.
"My student is the most handsome!"
Sima Lingling didnât press further.