Someone answered. "Just let her touch Seventh Prince, after all, unable to win even the first round, if she doesn't think of some underhanded methods, how could she continue to muddle through, heh."
"If she wants to touch, touch something else. Don't pass her bad luck to our fellow teammate." Yuan Ling Xuan still hadn't gone onstage and faced this side with a frown, then walked over. "Seventh Prince, how can you sit with these people like this."
Little Bald Head raised his head, narrowed his eyes, wherever he wanted to sit, was it any business of his?
It's not like Wei Wei didn't hear the disdain from Yuan Ling Xuan and company. Her arms crossed in front of her c.h.e.s.t and casually looked over.
Yuan Ling Xuan raised his brows, reached over and was going to pull Little Bald Head. "Seventh Prince, it should be your turn to go onstage, let's go."
"The second match hasn't ended." Little Bald Head ate some jerky, his voice cold. "Before it ends, don't bother me."
Yuan Ling Xuan's expression stiffened. He's the heir to one of the four big clans. Unexpectedly, this b.r.e.a.s.t milk scented little boy lectured him.
"What?" Little Bald Head smiled in annoyance, a rather intense baleful look. "Am I displeasing to you?"
Yuan Ling Xuan clenched his pair of fists tightly. "How's that possible, Seventh Prince must be joking." As soon as the imperial family fell, the first thing he's gonna do would be to kill this stinking little demon!
Little Bald Head certainly didn't care what Yuan Ling Xuan thought, as he continued to eat jerky and drink tea. He didn't have any other reason to sit here other than proving one thing to Third Brother, and that was that he sided with people on this side! Nom nom, this jerky was really yummy!
Wei Wei's long, shapely eyebrows knitted. "This isn't too good, it's better that Seventh Prince return."
Probably because he's a child, he didn't understand there the difference between compounds.
People from the Superior Compound had always looked down on them, not that Seventh Prince sat here like this, even though, he wasn't particularly intimate with them, however, it's very possible that'd suffer alienation from students at the Superior Compound.
Having heard what was said, little Seventh Prince glanced at Wei Wei, his pair of bulging cheeks refused absolutely callously!
"When it's my turn to compete, I'll go back."
Wei Wei thought it's funny and shook her head as she asked Baili Jia Jue next to her. "Why does he insist on sitting here."
"I also want to know." Baili Jia Jue slowly smiled, that smile didn't reach the depths of his eyes at all. "After all, we don't know each other that well, but I guess he should be going through a rebellious phase."
Wei Wei's eyebrows rose. "Only five years old and already rebelling?"
"The imperial family should be different than other people in this regard." Baili Jia Jue emotionlessly glanced towards Little Bald Head's direction, his voice sounded very casual. "I heard that whenever Seventh Prince gets excited, he loved to dance b.u.t.t n.a.k.e.d. I wonder if it's true. Maybe we'll have an opportunity to enjoy this in a moment."
The one who knew everything that happened, Nangon Lie, almost could no longer hold himself back, but could only hold on to his belly, his pair of shoulders trembling, leaning to one side, holding back his laugh was so exhausting!
At this time, Baili Jia Jue again opened his mouth to speak to Little Bald Head directly, demonically. "I wonder between Seventh Prince and the second young master of the Hei family, who's a bit stronger?"
LIttle Seventh Prince's face lifted. Third Brother was giving him a mission!
He understood!
"Me." He answered without any hesitation at all, a face brimming with a tiger's might!
Baili Jia Jue smiled meaningfully. "I really look forward to seeing the scene where Seventh Prince beat the Hei family's young master to the ground."
Chapter 158 - On the Verge of Slapping the Face (Even More)
He guaranteed the mission would be accomplished! Little Seventh Prince nodded his head fiercely.
However, how in the world did the Hei family's young master offend Third Brother.
Previously, didn't Third Brother even said that he was a talent?
Yet now, sending him to fight against him.
How odd. Little Seventh Prince scratched his head, pulled himself up the back of the chair in puzzlement, then returned to his former position, looking absolutely domineering!
Wei Wei glanced back to look at the guy. "Is there some enmity between you and Hei Ze?"
"How's that possible?" Baili Jia Jue brushed away the dust on his sleeves that wasn't there at all, an appearance of indifferent and harmlessness. "I was merely giving Seventh Prince some encouragement, that's all. Children need encouragement!"
Nangong Lie, who's listening by the side, looked up, he personally watched a certain Highness grow up with the little demon.
There was no such thing as the word 'encouragement' in a certain Highness' coaching vocabulary.
Based on his understanding of Ah Jue, those words he just spoke could be translated to mean: Little Seven, go cripple him for me!
Nangong Lie stroked his smooth chin and started to look back, did he miss something just now...suddenly, his eyes shined, understanding dawned on him as his gaze fell on Wei Wei's body, the corners of his mouth curved up wickedly.
So that's it.
Ah Jue must've also felt it.
Things are becoming more and more interesting....
However, it's too bad, but people from the Superior Compound didn't give Seventh Prince a chance to go onstage at all.
The second match in armaments was represented by Murong Chang Feng and could be considered as a complete victory.
Everyone watching the match couldn't help but sigh as they said. "He's worthy to be Master Tu Lao's official disciple. Lord Murong's strength in armament's simply too frightening. How much time has it been, yet he's already completely defeated the opponent. Deserved to be called the genius among geniuses."
Hearing the comments from below, Master Bai stroked his shining white beard, laughed 'hehe', as he glanced at Tu Lao. "It's still this disciple of yours who's got potential, truly bringing honor to our Superior Compound."
"Mm." In response to other people's gasps of admiration, Tu Lao didn't feel very elated. If the one involved wasn't his disciple, he would've already asked Master Bai to take back his words. After all, this kind of speed, compared to what he's seen at Phoenix Tower, simply wasn't very impressive at all.
However, sigh, he'd practically ransacked every possible place, yet still haven't found that girl.
Where in the world could she be now.
Tu Lao almost suspected that she might not be a citizen of Dragon War Empire.
That's why he's always waited, waited until the Divine Continent's grand martial qi competition held at the capitol.
When the time came, if that girl still didn't appear, then he could only abandon the search.
Tu Lao looked down, his eyes held regret that nobody knew about.
Yuan Ming watched this scene from the Celestial Boundary Space and demonically laughed. "Girl, your speed should be at least three times faster than his, right?"
Wei Wei didn't respond. The smiling expression on her lips already explained everything.
"He previously looked down on you, thought you're a good-for-nothing and trampled on you, regardless of any affection." While he's saying this, Yuan Ming smiled evilly. "Wonder after he perceives your true talent in armaments, what kind of expression he'll reveal."
Having heard that Wei Wei's eyes moved to Murong Chang Feng's body, the corners of her mouth curved. The matter of beating up this sc.u.mbag's face, was something she's been committed to.
Nangong Lie glanced at her, then pu on a smile that's not a smile as he spoke to Baili Jia Jue. "It seems that our captain hasn't forgotten the lord that she's pursued for so long. That kind of expression doesn't resemble her usual one."
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br /> Baili Jia Jue didn't move, even his eyelids didn't blink.
Nangong Lie frowned, could he have guessed incorrectly? Ah Jue really doesn't care who's in Miss Helian's eyes?
He didn't know at all that right while he's having doubts.
Baili Jia Jue raised his head to observe Wei Wei's gaze. His pupils so deep their bottom couldn't be seen, overflowing with chill, the sharp jawline that's deadly charming, the apathetic pride…
Yet nobody could deny that in this round of the competition, Murong Chang Feng indeed won beautifully, almost the model of a high leveled confrontation, allowing the Superior Compound to dominate the Good Compound.
According to the rules of two out of three, little Seventh Prince then didn't need to go onstage, which made him very conflicted as the looked to the figure at a not distant place, then at the weights clasps that's been removed and solemnly made a decision!
He gathered a tiger's strength then faced the Fine Compound's competitors and ran over, set himself in front of Hei Ze who's comforting the members of his team, and spoke camly. "Pick a time for our duel."
This...they've just won, yet still looking for a fight?
Little Seven, are you sure you're not pouring salt on other people's wound?
Tusu Feng felt a headache coming on as his hand supported his forehead, and was just about to laugh in spite of himself, when someone handed him the result of the competition between the Inferior and Good Compounds and even leaned over to say something into his ear.
This time, Tusu Feng genuinely laughed and couldn't help also expressing a little something else...
On the other side, Hei Ze was momentarily stunned by Seventh Prince's murderous aura and started thinking back to find where he's offended the little guy. He thought about it for awhile but still found nothing, so could only reply. "I refuse."
He was refused? What to do! Could he really not escape his fate of bunny dancing with n.a.k.e.d b.u.t.t this time?
Little Seventh Prince looked very depressed, not even eating his meat bun, sat again at his original seat to think of a plan.
In the end, he pitter-patter ran in face Baili Jia Jue, a face of seriousness. "Young Master Hei Ze's reserved for you."
That's right, right now, he's betting on how much Third Brother hates that Young Master Hei.
If the degree was ordinary, he'd always left it to others.
If, however, the extent of his hatred was very deep, Third Brother should prefer to do it himself.
"Huh?" Baili Jia Jue faced him with raised eyebrows. That 'huh' totally hinted at something. The last part of the sound seemed to emit a trace of chill. "That's fine, too. Then let me properly entertain Young Master Hei on behalf of Seventh Prince."
Nangong Lie:...
From the start, weren't you the one who wanted to beat somebody up!
Using Seventh Prince as an excuse, could you me anymore shameless!
Wei Wei watched the older and younger interact, felt that it's utterly interesting. "Did you guys know each other before?"
Seventh Prince's cute back stiffened and didn't say anything.
Baili Jia Jue calmly glanced backwards and used the same excuse he used with Huan Ming Xuan. "We're fated to meet a few times. I was actually surprised that Seventh Prince unexpectedly still remembers me."
"Remember, um hm." Seven Prince responded ambiguously, using the beef jerky to rub his teeth, afraid that telling lies would make his teeth crooked.
Wei Wei's still baffled and was going to ask something else.
But near them, those students from the Fine Compound coldly laughed. "Can't even beat the Good Compound's people, and still want to win our captain. Why don't you check your reflection in your puddle of pee and take a good look at what you're worth."
Chapter 159 - Facing the Fine Compound
The sound of his voice barely stopped when suddenly a gale directly whirled around him, stuffing his mouth full of dust.
Baili Jia Jue calmly walked away from his side.
"What's going on!" That person from the Fine Compound violently howled. "How's it only windy where I am! Pah pah!"
Nangong Lie wickedly smiled, also walking over.
That person from the Fine Compound was enraged. What's the meaning of that? Were they ignoring him?
"Quiet!" The teacher on the stage noticed the commotion and was totally pissed as he turned this way and looked.
That person from the Fine Compound could only put away his fists. As before, the gaze he directed at Wei Wei and company was daggers!
"I will now announce the results of the two competitions." The teacher opened the roll of fine paper presented to him, recognizing the writing. "Superior Compound versus Fine Compound, Superior Compound clean sweep."
"Good Compound versus Inferior Compound..."
That teacher thought his eyes were deceiving him. When he read to this part, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
In the audience, Helian Jiao Er and Yuan Ling Xuan wasn't paying much heed. Did they still need to announce it, the Good Compound won for sure!
The gray-haired teacher removed his glasses to wipe it clean. After he put it on again, he then repeated some of what he's said. "Good Compound versus Inferior Compound, Inferior Compound clean sweep."
What? !
Everybody's mouth gaped open, turned their heads in disbelief, wondering if there's some problem with this announcement!
How could those people from the Inferior Compound defeat the Good Compound.
Even if one of them got lucky, it's still impossible to make a clean sweep!
Could it be something's happened to the people from the Good Compound, that's why they lost twice in a row?
Murong Cheng Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, took a glance at Wei Wei and company.
Helian Jiao Er noticed his gaze and gently spoke. "I previously heard Third Sister say that there's a divination student from the Inferior Compound whose grades were pretty good. They probably benefited from that person's influence."
"What can one round possibly amount to." Yuan Ling Xuan mockingly smiled. "Look at their appearances. They've won the Good Compound, yet looks as if they've won the championship. Everyone of them looking like country bumpkins. We simply need not mind them."
Murong Chang Feng then retracted his gaze and responded. "Mm hm. Go rest a bit. Prepare for the second round of competition."
However.
The Superior Compound's Master Bai looked at what's written on that fine writing paper and faintly knitted his brows.
Such a short amount of time and they'd already won?
However, there's also nothing to be that surprised about. After all, their opponents were people from the Good Compound. Compared to the Inferior Compound, they're not that much better.
Master Bai leaned back and said to Tusu Feng. "The principal ought to be happy this time. I didn't expect these three young people's luck to be so good. They could be considered to have beaten the odds."
"Good luck?" Tusu Feng smiled warmly while his brows rose, not saying anything more to Master Bai. The longer a person's been superior, the more he'd feel others can't compare to him and even forget how big the world is. Inevitably, he'd encounter a skilled adversary.
Actually those three people really gave him a headache...they'd only competed in one round and he'd already received three complaints. The first two people, he could still understand.
What he didn't get was that icy youngster. He didn't even compete, why'd there be a complaint against him?
Tusu Feng's fingers kneaded his temples. It appears that before the second round of competition, he'd need to properly have a chat with those three.
"Principal, you asked for us?" Wei Wei smiled slightly as she pushed open Tusu Feng's study.
Tusu Feng took those complaints and placed them on the table. Within his gentle and refined voice there's an outwardly kind, but inwardly evil kind of pressure. "Sit."
Upon seeing this, Wei Wei turned aroun
d to glance at Nangong Lie, who shrugged his shoulders. She then looked at Baili Jia Jue, but he already beautifully sat down, a hand indolently supported his jaw, the other hand pouring himself some tea without a care.
Wei Wei and Nangong Lie glanced at each other and sat down in a row, preparing to freeload some food and drink from the principal's office.
The corners of Tusu Feng's mouth twitched, his face turning colder. "I've received three complaints here."
"That shouldn't have anything to do with us." Nangong Lie very confidently smiled. "We recently haven't gotten into any fights, also didn't climb the walls to play hooky."
Tusu Feng glanced at him and proceeded to say. "Each of these are complaints against you guys"
Nangong Lie stiffened, then lowered his head, started to drink some tea.
"The teacher reported that during the competition, you were undisciplined, disruptive, and disrespected the teachers."
Tusu Feng's hands moved to the tabletop, the light in his eyes indistinct. "It's merely been one round of competition, and you already broke three rules, how the heck did you manage this?"
Wei Wei defended her innocence. "I only took an afternoon nap before going onstage."
Tusu Feng:...Hehe, indeed not a bit of discipline present in her character!
"How about you?" Tusu Feng decided to directly ask each of them.
"Me? I did even less." Nangong Lie's finger pointed to himself and smiled villainously. "I chatted cheerfully with the ladies in the audience the whole time, and simply didn't have a chance to do anything bad."
Tusu Feng again wanted to massage his forehead. "Competitors can't speak to people in the audience, don't you know this?" Had discipline been eaten by the dogs?
Wei Wei and Nangong Lie signalled to each other at the same time, their gazes fell on Baili Jia Jue in tandem. The two of them wanted to know why a complaint was filed against him.
"Speak. What did you finally do that's the last straw for the teacher." When Tusu Feng faced Baili Jia Jue, he already did it for lack of a better option.
Baili Jia Jue pinched his thick eyebrows. "The chairs we're sitting in were too dirty."
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