Apart from Getting Spit All Over Your Face, What Else Can You Do (Bonus Update)

The usually introverted Maomao suddenly and uncharacteristically stood her ground with unusual determination.

Though Xia Xiashan still had reservations, she knew there was no stopping her now.

"Maomao, even if you really want to move in with Weiwei,"

"at least wait until after tomorrow's 'Martial Arts Gathering' before making a decision."

"Your computer setup and personal belongings—"

"moving them can wait until tomorrow, right?"

Xia Xiashan made it sound simple.

Maomao's insistence now was clearly just her acting out of spite.

Losing to someone her own age was too much for her to swallow.

Tomorrow, once Xiashan beat Lin Yu to a pulp,

and vented Maomao’s frustration for her,

letting her see with her own eyes that this guy wasn’t some invincible "prodigy,"

maybe then Maomao would change her mind and stay safely at home.

Pushing the issue further now would be like Xiashan playing a losing hand—no chance of winning.

Xia Yiwei slung an arm around Maomao’s shoulders, adopting a triumphant stance as she turned to Lin Yu again:

"Little Master, about tomorrow’s one-versus-one challenge, what do you think…?"

Judging by Xia Yiwei’s smug little expression,

it was as if she held an imperial sword, interrogating a high-ranking minister.

Even if it weren’t for the urgent mission tied to Xia Yiwei,

just the fact that she’d recruited a talented new member for their sect was reason enough to take this fight.

"Fighting one or ten makes no difference to me."

"Just send me the address on WeChat."

"How about 9 a.m. tomorrow? I might have other plans later."

"Xiashan-jie, does that work for you?"

[Ding!]

[Masterstroke move! The host’s willingness to stand up for the suppressed elder of the Spirit Herb Hall fills her heart with joy!]

[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones.]

Xia Xiashan replied with haughty confidence:

"Absolutely no problem. I love your attitude right now, Master Z."

"I hope you’ll still be this confident tomorrow."

"I… can’t wait for it!"

What a coincidence—

neither could he.

……

The dinner dragged on until 8 p.m.

Most of the conversation afterward was led by Xia Yiwei,

who regaled them with tales of her double life—working as a nurse by day and a knight by night after leaving home.

It was practically a live demonstration for Maomao, showing just how liberating it was to break free from family constraints.

Meanwhile, the two youngsters at the next table had ordered a few dishes of their own,

using the unfolding drama as dinner entertainment.

And so, a meal fraught with tension came to a safe conclusion.

When it was time to part ways,

Xia Yiwei stuck close to Lin Yu,

deliberately letting her older sister and Maomao leave first.

Her behavior made it obvious she had something to say in private.

After all, she’d been instrumental in smoothing things over tonight.

Staying behind to chat a little longer was only natural.

In the deserted parking lot,

Xia Yiwei slowed her steps, her eyes locked onto Lin Yu.

"If you’ve got something to ask, just say it. Why keep staring? Do I have flowers on my face?"

Lin Yu was the first to break the silence.

Xia Yiwei clasped her hands behind her back and grinned smugly:

"What should I call you?"

"Little Yu? Martial Arts Master? ZerO? Little Master?"

"Hahaha, you’ve got so many identities, Mr. Ordinary College Student."

Lin Yu: "..."

At the dinner table, she’d been all "Master this, Master that."

Now, outside, her true colors were showing.

There was something inexplicably provocative about Xia Yiwei—

no matter what she said or did, her arrogant expression made people want to clap back at her.

Yesterday during the day,

and now again at night.

He was tempted to just say:

"I’m your dad, ever-changing and uncontainable!"

Lin Yu stopped walking and spread his hands.

"And what should I call you?"

"Second Miss of the Xia Family? Nurse Sister? Leather-Pants Knight? Second-in-Command of the Martial Arts School?"

"Let’s not mock each other, alright? Why not just speak plainly?"

Xia Yiwei took two steps forward, forcing Lin Yu to instinctively retreat.

Unfortunately,

they were in a parking lot.

His back hit an empty SUV,

leaving him no escape.

Only then did Xia Yiwei speak again:

"How was it, licking me yesterday?"

Lin Yu: "..."

Xia Yiwei: "Did it feel good?"

Lin Yu: "..."

Xia Yiwei: "You were so bold then—why run off after?"

Lin Yu: "..."

Xia Yiwei: "Besides covering my face in spit, what else can you do?"

Lin Yu: "Hey! Now you’re just making personal attacks!"

Xia Yiwei giggled and took a few steps back.

The carefree nurse really had a thick skin—

she’d brushed off yesterday’s "scandal" like it was nothing.

Maybe winning her over wouldn’t be too hard after all.

"In public, I’ll call you Little Master. In private, you call me Weiwei-jie."

"We’ll each follow our own rules."

"Who ZerO is doesn’t matter to me."

"But it matters to you, to Maomao, and to my sister."

"From now on, you’d better treat me well."

"Or else one day I might just slip up and… hehehe."

Xia Yiwei thought she was being clever.

Little did she know,

she’d just unknowingly dragged another innocent girl into the mess.

"Little bro, where to next? Let me give you a ride."

She tossed her helmet playfully and pointed at the sleek black motorcycle nearby.

Lin Yu waved her off:

"Not necessary, I think."

"Weiwei-jie, you go have fun. I’ve got other things to take care of."

He’d already arranged to meet Shen Buyao.

If he lied and said he was going home, only to get dragged off by Xia Yiwei,

making it to Ghost Market Street would be a hassle.

Of course,

that wasn’t the main issue.

The real problem was—his two little buddies were still inside the International Hotel!

The moment the thought crossed his mind,

Mo Shangying’s voice crackled through his earpiece…

Mo Shangying: "Master, were you thinking about us? We already got a taxi!"

Taxi Driver: "Hey, little girl, don’t go accusing me! I wasn’t thinking about you two! I’m a legit driver!"

Mo Shangying: "Not you, uncle. I meant another master."

Taxi Driver: "You called another cab?"

Mo Shangying: "We’re already in yours—why would we call another? I’m talking to my master, not you."

Taxi Driver: "But I’m the only one you’re talking to? Your friend hasn’t said a word!"

Ye Mengfu’s inner thoughts: I shouldn’t be in this car. I should be under it…

"..."

Lin Yu: "..."

Perfect.

Both his disciples were… unique.

One was clingy as hell, the other vanished in a flash.

"Vroom! Vroom!"

While Lin Yu was still processing,

Xia Yiwei had already started her bike and pulled up right in front of him.

"Little bro, even if you can refuse a disciple who’s got dirt on you,"

"can you really refuse a knight in fishnets?"

"Your hands must’ve gotten calluses from all that groping at the restaurant."

"Hop on the back—we’re heading out!"

Lin Yu caught the spare helmet she tossed him.

Safety first—

always wear a helmet when riding.

Lin Yu: "Then I won’t hold back. Today, I’ll be the backseat knight."

……