Chapter Seventeen: The Fluttering Yellow Shirt

  Under the gaze of everyone, I dragged two not-so-light treasure swords and ran backwards. Fortunately, since I had just made a big show on stage, the security guards also recognized my unique and handsome figure, so no one stopped me, but at the same time, no one could stop the numerous scorching gazes that were cast towards me.

  I'm so embarrassed. After some thought, I changed to a different posture, holding the twin swords in my arms, closing my arms together, and making an angry expression as I ran desperately.

  If I were to take advantage of the opportunity to hold a 5,000-meter race at this time, I would definitely win the championship. In the moment when Teacher Sun Ce brushed past me, I clearly saw a flash of light in his eyes that seemed to say "Wow, is this really Snail Liu Xiaobei?"

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  I ran to the back mountain of the school in one breath, at this moment more than half of the students were taking turns competing in the martial arts exam, and a small number of corrupt elements went home to be lazy, the remaining weak bookworms were practicing hard in the classroom. The back mountain was quiet and deserted, I climbed up to the pavilion and struck a pose, took a deep breath and shouted: "I... hate Zhou Xiaoyu... he's simply... a pig head! Super pig head! Despicable and shameless as well as filthy!"

  I was born with a introverted personality, and my vocabulary for scolding people is limited. Although nature has given me a broad chest to vent, after shouting out these few sentences, I became speechless, and then I felt a bit hoarse in the throat.

  Then I heard my voice echoing among the mountains...

  "Hate hate... Little Yu Little Yu... He he he... Pig head pig head... Super..."

  The last few adjectives are especially sonorous and powerful, with a profound atmosphere. In the layer upon layer of mountains, the broadcast is transmitted in twists and turns, drifting far away.

  "Despicable and shameless... Despicable and shameless..."

  "Vulgar and indecent... Vulgar and indecent..."

  Singing folk songs in my ears.

  I didn't expect the acoustics in this place to be even better than a karaoke hall, I was initially surprised, then became fully absorbed and listened attentively to this wonderful heavenly music.

  When all the dust had settled and the last "despicable" had faded away, I heard a lazy voice ask: "Was he really that kind of person?"

  At that time, this young master was standing with one foot on the corner of the pavilion, his eyes fixed intently on the distance, lost in thought. He thought to himself that such a sound could only be found in heaven, and it was rare to hear it in the mortal world. Suddenly, in this place where he thought he was alone, he heard another voice, and his shock was no less than seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

  I subconsciously hugged the pillar beside me and asked in shock: "What was that!"

  "It's nothing."

  That voice was still lazy, then suddenly paused, as if aware of its own mistake, and laughed: "Ah... it's also a thing."

  I heard that laugh seemed to be a human voice, which made me feel at ease, and I looked in the direction of the sound.

  In the hazy sunlight, a disheveled young man lay on his back in the grass beneath the pavilion.

  From my direction, the sunlight was shining brightly on him, illuminating his entire body, making that yellow shirt particularly dazzling. His face was bathed in the light and shadows, making it unclear, except for the corner of his mouth, where a thin blade of grass was tucked, quivering with each word he spoke in the breeze.

  "Who...are you?"

  I curiously asked. I looked at the yellow-clad figure, narrowing my eyes to get a good look at his face, but all I could see was a calm and serene face with narrowed eyes, scattered hair around him, and his arms raised above his head, resting on the crossed arms, while his two long legs were crossed in a relaxed manner, swaying gently with the movement of the grass.

  "Me?" He lazily replied when I asked him, "I... you don't know."

  "What kind of answer is this? I hummed discontentedly: "Aren't you from our school?"

  "Yeah, but it will be soon, so I came to take a look at the situation in advance." He narrowed his eyes and didn't glance in my direction from start to finish.

  "What does it look like now?" I asked with a frown.

  "That's just average." He replied bluntly.

  I had a burst of anger in my heart, I lowered my head and adjusted my collar, wanting to raise my head and scold him, for example, looking down on someone older is not right, you should respect your seniors. But when I looked down, I saw the bulge on my waist, so my pride turned into shame, and I quietly took two steps back, preparing to slip away unnoticed.

  "Hey, hey," he suddenly shouted twice.

  "What...?" I asked vaguely, slowly backing away.

  "You're leaving just like that?" His black long boots lightly swayed in the air.

  "Or what, waiting for you to invite me to dinner?" I sneered coldly and turned my head to look around, but there was no one nearby. The yellow-shirted man didn't change his posture from start to finish. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly reached into my pocket and pulled out something with a burst of force.

  "Damn Zhou Xiaoyu!" He muttered angrily, tugging at the cloth strip while keeping a lookout in all directions, his forehead beading with sweat as he worked under high pressure.

  Luckily, the yellow-shirted boy who was sucking on a grass seemed relatively dull-witted. After I said "Let's go eat", he lazily responded with: "That doesn't sound bad either."

  I was taken aback and could only brush him off, saying: "Uh, well... if you're going to put it that way, then I suppose he's my junior, so how can I bear to have you spend money on me?"

  This is of course an excuse.

  At the same time, he strained with all his might to pull down, using too much force, almost strangling himself to death. He bent over in pain and spoke his last words in a choked voice, as if struggling at the point of death.

  "That's easy, just invite me then?" He replied quickly. Still didn't move, really obedient.

  It took me three seconds to realize what he meant, and I thought you might be my junior brother, but instead of eating with me first, this guy is either an idiot or too clever.

  Thinking so in his heart, he coughed twice and said: "Well... since that's the case, you... should at least tell me your name, right?"

  I quietly retreated behind the pillar, hiding there, and while looking in his direction, I took off my heavy outer clothes, re-wrapping the messy cloth strips inside. A gust of mountain wind came, and my shoulders felt a bit chilly, hot sweat turned cold and seeped into my skin, forming goosebumps, a strand of hair stuck to my neck, and I reached out to pick it up. The wind rushed over, the coolness was stimulating, I couldn't help but let out an "ah-choo", startling myself, then quickly pulled my clothes back on.

  "I'm..." The person on the other side suddenly moved, and the last agile figure jumped up from the grass very neatly, stretched lazily, and said, "You can call me Little Lu."

  What a close call! I hid behind the pillar and pinched a handful of cold sweat on my chest.

  When I saw the person in front of me, I was stunned. He was a handsome young man standing there, with black and white eyes looking at me innocently. If not for the grass on his mouth that slightly ruined this innocent image, he looked just like a well-behaved little boy who sticks red flowers every year.