Princess Longji (2)
âHey⊠Whatâs going on?â Ye Lang looked around in astonishment. It wasnât just because he was in a different place, there was something else.
A luxurious mini bungalow appeared before him, containing different kinds of furniture and fittings. Looking at its measurements, it seemed to be just right for Ye Lang and Coldblood Five. Obviously, this was prepared for them.
The both of them had once discussed building a small house like this, but since they were afraid of other people finding out, and Ye Lang felt it was too much trouble, they never got around to it.
Donât forget, if they were to build one, it has to be Ye Lang who would build the house by controlling the spirit. What was the other option? Getting the tiny Coldblood Five to build the house herself?
Ye Lang? This guy had been living like royalty all his life, something would be wrong if he actually did something for himself. His goal was always to be a prodigal son, and prodigal sons would obviously spend money to hire workers to build houses.
And that was why the suggestion was dismissed by Ye Lang!
âArenât you surprised Little Zero prepared all of this in a night? What do you think?â Coldblood Five came next to Ye Lang, then whispered lightly.
âThis feels like somethings girls use to play grown-up!â said Ye Lang as he stared at the bungalow. It was filled with tiny, adorable little furniture. If he were to live in it, wouldnât he be a doll, and a live one!
âIf I recover right now, I will play grown-up every day. I will treat you like a doll, and bully you!â whispered Coldblood Five after hearing this.
Coldblood Fiveâs mind was already imagining herself as a normal person, while Ye Lang remained small, struggling in her palmâŠ
She would pinch his cheeks, pull his hairâŠ
So many ideasâŠ
At this moment, Ye Lang said something to pop her bubble! Oh how the tables turned!
âIf you recover, then I would have been normal for a long time! Donât forget, I shrank much earlier than you!!â said Ye Lang casually, âHmmph, and when that happens, Iâll treat you like how you treated me!â
That was true. Ye Lang shrank way before Coldblood Five. That would mean, if they recovered, he would be first and Coldblood Five after.
Coldblood Fiveâs mind saw herself as a tiny human while Ye Lang was a normal person. He picked her up by her clothes, throwing her around, flickingâŠ
No! No! I want to bully this idiot, I certainly donât want him bullying me!!
âLittle Zero, I donât think youâd still want to continue waiting on us?â said Ye Lang while eating breakfast. Little Zero had prepared everything, including breakfast- wasnât the answer obvious?
âMm!â Little Zero nodded.
âI donât want a servant though. I may be important, but I donât need servants!â Ye Lang blatantly refused Little Zero.
Little Zeroâs eyes were suddenly filled with disappointment like she lost something important!
She stared at Ye Lang for a while, then plucked up the courage to say, âI am not a servant, I want to be your student!â
âStudent?â Ye Lang looked at her in surprise, âWhat student?â
You fool, alchemy student of course! How can you not see it? Isnât it obvious? She was being so kind for no reason, and she didnât even know you!
Coldblood Five wanted to say something but she couldnât care less. She didnât want another person tagging along anyway, one Ye Lang was annoying enough.
âI want to learn alchemy from you!â in the same breath, she told him what she was thinking.
âOh, you mean that,â said Ye Lang, indifferent, while eating, âand I thought something was up.â
Little Zero stopped for a second, then immediately followed in excitement, âSo is that a yes?â His tone sounded like agreement. If everything was normal. If it wasnât Ye Lang.
âOf course not!â answered Ye Lang, âI donât teach this, you should look for someone else!â
â...â Little Zero felt like she was almost at the finishing line, and now she was rock bottom again. She was in shock.
âLittle idiot, if you didnât want to agree, then you shouldnât have played with her feelings. Why did you use that tone?â asked Coldblood Five, exasperated. She wasnât helping Little Zero, merely criticising Ye Lang.
âI didnât play with her feelings, I didnât even agree,â defended Ye Lang, âand as for tone, perhaps itâs because Iâve answered too many times, thatâs why it was like that. I donât know how many people have asked me this question, and I rejected all of them!â
âOh, no wonderâŠâ Coldblood Five answered. If he was used to it, it made sense for him to use this tone. It was very normal, she couldnât blame him.
She pitied Little Zero. She had been helping them for so long, plus she was up all night and all for a rejection!
In reality, she could only blame herself. If she had asked earlier, Ye Lang wouldâve given her an answer a long time ago. Although that didnât mean she wouldnât do all this after being rejected.
People donât give up that easily!
âThen can I learn from you? I wonât trouble you, and I will serve you. Just let me watch from the side!â Little Zero looked at him pleadingly.
âYou can watch all you like, I donât mind but I rarely do anything related to alchemy. It is not my goal!â Ye Lang said, waving. He didnât mind, it didnât trouble him anyway.
After her initial excitement, Little Zero asked, âNot your goal?â If you are truly an alchemist, shouldnât alchemy be your goal? Or are you only borrowing alchemy skills to have fun and power?
If that is true, then you have no right to be my teacherâŠ
But then again, with that mentality, your alchemy skills wouldnât have achieved such heights!
âMm, not my goal!!â Ye Lang nodded.
âThen what are your goals?â asked Little Zero. Coldblood Five wanted to know too, but she didnât ask because she knew Little Zero would.
Ye Lang stared into space, inhaled deeply, then blurted, âTo be prodigal!!â
â??â Coldblood Five and Little Zero suspected they made a mistake. Was that a goal?
âWhat?â Little Zero asked again, worried she had mistaken.
âI want to be prodigal, I want to squander, I want to be a prodigal son with power, influence, riches and an army!! This is my lifeâs biggest dream!!â Ye Lang declared solemnly, clenching his fists.
â...â Their eyes widened. At the moment, they couldnât accept a person to have such a goal, nor could they understand.
How could a person set a goal like that?
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