Chapter 51: Slacking Off Day 51
The boy before her had clear, watery eyes, sparkling as if shining with light. His eyelashes were long and curled, casting a small fan-like shadow when he blinked. His small mouth, without any lipstick, was still rosy. Perhaps due to his young age, or perhaps he simply had a baby face, his every move evoked a strong desire to protect him.
Unfortunately, for Wen Ying, a single dog for fifty-one reincarnations, totaling hundreds of years, rationality far outweighed such impulses.
But everyone loves beauty. Wen Ying always enjoyed appreciating handsome young men.
Except for those with bad personalities like Xiao Hei.
If purely talking about appearance, Xiao Hei, although appearing as a child, showed potential as a beautiful young man.
Unfortunately, the thought of him being a mischievous child made it impossible to forgive him, no matter how handsome he was.
His cat form was better; she could pet him.
Wen Ying sat in a chair, propping her head up with one hand, leaning against the table, admiring the boy in front of her.
Under Wen Ying’s scrutinizing gaze, the boy’s face flushed slightly; he fidgeted with his clothes, lowering his head slightly.
Wen Ying maintained her leaning posture and asked the boy, “Since you want to follow me, you must know who I am, right?”
The boy seemed a little hesitant but finally nodded slightly.
The boy didn’t deny it, which was unexpected.
Was he too naive, or was he very scheming? Or was this an answer Xu Huang had already arranged?
“Alright, I won’t go into much detail. My name is Wen Ying, and I’m a disciple of the Xunxian Sect,” Wen Ying said briefly before asking the boy, “What about you? What’s your name?”
The boy looked up, trying to gesture for a long time, but couldn’t express himself clearly. He blushed, becoming somewhat flustered.
“Don’t rush,” Wen Ying took out a piece of paper and a charcoal pencil from her sleeve. “I have paper and pen here; just write it down.”
The boy nodded obediently, took the paper and pen, and began to write earnestly.
Soon, the boy finished writing his name and handed the paper back.
Wen Ying took the paper and saw three small characters written on it.
“Shen Linfeng.”
The handwriting was neat and reserved.
But for some reason… Wen Ying felt something was off about the handwriting.
Perhaps because he didn’t write it on the table?
“Shen Linfeng.” Wen Ying read the name aloud.
The boy, Shen Linfeng, hearing Wen Ying’s call, nodded vigorously, appearing somewhat excited.
Shen Linfeng pulled the bottom end of the paper from Wen Ying’s hand and wrote behind it: “You can call me Fengfeng.”
Fengfeng… Firefire?
Wen Ying decided to refuse.
The name was too cloying.
Even for a nominal male concubine, Wen Ying couldn’t accept it.
“Just call me by my name,” Wen Ying said, “I will do the same for you.”
Upon hearing this, Shen Linfeng’s grip on the paper gradually loosened, but he still nodded in agreement.
“Why are you at the Xunxian Sect?” Wen Ying asked casually.
Normally, outsiders wouldn’t be able to enter the Xunxian Sect.
Although the boy looked like a beggar, his demeanor and mannerisms, including his beautiful handwriting, were not those of a beggar.
Shen Linfeng thought for a moment, took the paper again, and since there was more to write, he leaned on the table this time.
After a while, Shen Linfeng handed over a passage.
“I was born into a cultivation family, but I was born mute. My family couldn’t accept me, and before my mother died, she sent me to the Xunxian Sect. But I have no foundation and cannot cultivate, so I became a cleaner.”
This sounds very much like a description of a house fight… a cultivation family…
“Are you from the Helan family?” Wen Ying guessed casually, not expecting to be right.
Unexpectedly, Shen Linfeng looked very surprised and quickly continued writing on the paper: “Yes, my original name was Helan Shen, and after being expelled from the family, I took my mother’s surname and changed it to Shen Linfeng.”
Original name Helan Shen… why not change it to Shen Shen when taking the mother’s surname…
After silently repeating the name, Wen Ying suddenly found it understandable.
Shen Shen (沈深), sounds like Shenshen (婶婶) – aunt… it would indeed be unbearable.
Also, when Feng Sixuan was surnamed Helan, her name wasn’t Helan Sixuan, but Helan Pozi, a very protagonist-like name.
When she reverted to her original surname, Feng…
Feng Pozi (凤魄紫), sounds like Feng Pozi (疯婆子) – crazy woman, sounds more like a protagonist’s name…
The Helan family’s naming ability was indeed worrying.
Since they were both from the Helan family, this Shen Linfeng was Feng Sixuan’s former brother.
But since Feng Sixuan’s identity hadn’t been explicitly stated, Wen Ying wasn’t suitable to ask more questions.
“Okay, then you…” Wen Ying was about to find a place for Shen Linfeng when a knock came.
Huh? Wasn’t the sword competition underway? Why would someone be looking for her?
Wen Ying opened the door and saw a familiar person standing outside.
Lan Xiaoming again.
But besides Lan Xiaoming, Wen Ying sensed a familiar aura the moment she opened the door.
If that person hadn’t hidden so quickly, Wen Ying might not have noticed.
Unfortunately, the person hid too quickly, making it impossible to detect.
So… Wen Ying discovered it.
It wasn’t Wen Ying’s fault. The more difficult it was to capture the unusual situation, the more her body would instinctively think that person was problematic, thus detecting the anomaly before her brain could.
Sigh, Xu Huang, Xu Huang, if you had been a little more composed, you wouldn’t have been discovered.
That’s right, that aura belonged to Xu Huang.
Besides Xu Huang, there was another person beside her, seemingly an ordinary man without cultivation.
It seemed Xu Huang had been observing her.
Not to the point of surveillance. Wen Ying could confirm that she hadn’t seen or heard anything except for the moment she opened the door.
Strange, the male concubine was already sent; why was Xu Huang still observing her?
Could it be that she was confirming whether the male concubine had successfully infiltrated?
At this moment, the task prompt box belatedly appeared.
[Mission failed…]
The prompt box came so late; it seemed the system was also slacking off.
“Junior Sister Wen?” Seeing Wen Ying silent after opening the door, seemingly distracted, Lan Xiaoming had to speak.
“Senior Brother, is there anything you need?” Wen Ying asked.
“It’s about the competition,” Lan Xiaoming said, “The Sect Master wants to ask Junior Sister to come over.”
As soon as Lan Xiaoming finished speaking, a new task box appeared.
[New mission! Host, you need to do your best this time!
The Second Female Lead in the Cultivation Novel, Mission Seven, be careful with the competition with Xu Tongtong! Don’t injure Xu Tongtong!]
Huh?
Wen Ying frowned.
She had already lost; why did the competition mission… appear again?
Author’s Note:
Because I took a nap at noon, I went to bed a little later at night, and unexpectedly, there’s a second update, hehe~
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