“How do you play this game? It’s very simple, come, look like this—”
“Step one, stop when you see someone. Step two, move the crosshair with the mouse to the enemy’s head. Step three, click the fire button.
Isn’t it simple?”
Murong Xue'er didn't hear a word, because at this moment she was sitting on Jiang Yu's lap, her small hand holding the mouse, while his other large hand held hers.
His warm breath brushed against the back of her neck, reddening the girl's earlobe.
These past few days, she had been diligently playing the role of a part-time maid, and her feelings for Jiang Yu had long been hidden deep in her heart.
But now, with just a slight gesture from Jiang Yu, her previously firm resolve instantly crumbled.
“I can’t do anything out of line.”
Murong Xue'er pursed her lower lip. Due to the height difference and sitting on his lap, her jade feet couldn't reach the floor, and her size 37 white-stockinged feet swayed restlessly.
Perhaps sensing an unknown crisis, Tu Youqing had been finding excuses to crawl into Jiang Yu's bed every night these past few days.
When Murong Xue'er finished making breakfast early in the morning, she would always see the two of them walking out of the same room, chatting and laughing.
Therefore, she always tried her best to tell herself to maintain a distance from Jiang Yu.
“Alright, let’s play a round.”
Jiang Yu didn’t care about the Little Junior Brother’s internal struggle. Murong Xue'er’s weight was a bit lighter than Tu Youqing’s.
But the soft, skin-hugging sensation was not diminished in the slightest.
Her body scent was light and elegant, like holding a soft, fragrant matcha cupcake.
Lolis should be held and petted like kittens!
“Yes, Master.”
Murong Xue'er hadn't absorbed any of the previous instructions; her mind was a mess.
...
“Wait, wait… don’t hit yet, I need to ask you something.”
Jiang Yu fell silent when he saw the scoreboard.
Murong Xue'er immediately put down the mouse, sitting upright obediently, her large eyes filled with innocence.
“First time playing a game?”
“Uh… first time touching a computer.”
This match was from perfect 2500 points, and on the scoreboard, Murong Xue'er was the MVP with 31-2-1, while Jiang Yu had a pathetic score of 10-10-3.
Damn it, I became a carry-ee!
Jiang Yu never expected that one sect could have two supremes, with the two lolis at home being a MOBA game master and an FPS game sage respectively!
Were Faker and donk possessing them?
“Master, did Xue'er play very well?”
Murong Xue'er didn't know why Jiang Yu was so shocked, but he seemed to be in a good mood, so her white-stockinged feet swayed faster.
Jiang Yu coughed:
“If you were on the opposing team, I’d say you were good, but being on my team, I can only say you still need practice!”
Ding-a-ling-ling—Ji Ni Tai Mei~ Ou Bei Bei~
The phone rang, and Jiang Yu opened his phone to see.
【Incoming Call: Wu Xuanhu】
“Hello, is there something you need?”
On the other end of the line, Wu Yier took a deep breath, trying to speak in a calm tone:
“Little Junior Brother… Grandpa wants you to come to the medical clinic.”
Jiang Yu slapped his forehead, almost forgetting he had to go to the old man to learn trashy medical skills, and said in a deep voice:
“Alright, I’ll head over now.”
Hanging up the phone, Jiang Yu stroked Murong Xue'er’s head: “I’m going out for a bit. Today, I’m giving you a paid day off.
Your grandma has been transferred to the VIP ward, you can go visit her if you want.”
Soft-girl type girls couldn't resist Jiang Yu's big hand!
“Gurgle… Hmm, thank you, Master.”
Murong Xue'er instinctively let out a comfortable, cat-like sound, unable to resist craving more.
But the large hand quickly withdrew, and as the door closed, the tall figure disappeared into the entryway.
...
Arriving at the medical clinic in the city center, a plaque carved with the words “Xuanhu Jishi” hung above the entrance.
Of course, the medical license was present, prominently displayed on the wall.
Upon entering the clinic, the bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine filled his nostrils, yet it cleared his mind considerably. A long line stretched from the counter to the door.
“Little Junior Brother… you’re here. Come on, Grandpa is waiting for you inside.”
Behind the counter, a cold, landmine-like girl stood up, her tone indifferent. Her purple contact lenses gave her an ethereal feeling.
“Little Junior Sister is really cold.”
Jiang Yu muttered, following her.
“I haven’t checked Little Junior Sister’s components yet. Let’s see.”
Jiang Yu pulled out his Fantasy Cloud.
【Contradiction, Dissociation, Dependent (Severe)】
【By the way… does Little Junior Brother following behind count as a form of visual practice? Hehe.】
【Hmph, you’re just an emotionally unstable, gloomy woman, how dare you covet Little Junior Brother!】
【Why do you say that about me? It’s so hard to finally fall in love for the first time…】
【What do you have besides your extraordinary beauty? A dark heart, unruly, and even… you can’t be a good wife at all!】
【I can learn! How dare you say that about me, hmph hmph hmph, ah ah ah ah ah ah!】
Jiang Yu’s eyes widened, nearly dropping his jaw.
He never expected that the seemingly cold Little Junior Sister’s inner voice would be so complex, with flashing images bombarding him as if under the influence of “Made in Heaven.”
Fear, rage, inferiority, and various other emotions surged one after another.
She was completely insane!
Alas, a landmine, alas, explodes with a touch.
Jiang Yu decided to keep his distance.
...
It took about half an hour.
Jiang Yu easily mastered the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles.
It directly shocked the old man Wu Xuanhu, leaving him with a look of disbelief.
“Monster.”
One must know that he had been a barefoot doctor for twenty years, not only reading all traditional Chinese medicine classics but also traveling to the Mongolian medicine in the north, Tibetan medicine in the west, Hanfang medicine in the east, and Dai and Miao medicine territories in the south to learn.
Finally, he integrated everything with an ancient Chinese medicine remnant to achieve complete mastery.
And you, kid, learned it in half an hour?
What does that make my efforts of more than half a lifetime?!
Jiang Yu waved his hand, smiling: “It’s too simple, but if you ask me, 80% of it is because Master taught well.”
In fact, he learned it in three minutes; the pharmacological knowledge given by the system was even more detailed than what Wu Xuanhu taught.
He didn't say it out loud only because he was afraid of shattering the old man's confidence.
“You… you…”
Wu Xuanhu’s old face flushed red, and he said: “But your comprehension is indeed good, it can’t all be my credit.”
Jiang Yu nodded solemnly: “Yes, the remaining 92% is all thanks to my own comprehension.”
Wu Xuanhu: …
Finally, the old man let out a sigh: “The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves.”
Bang—
The sound of breaking glass came from the next room, along with a woman’s sharp, harsh curses.
“Wu Yier, I told you that you can hide for a while, but you can’t hide from me forever. Come back to the capital with me immediately. If you run away again this time, I won’t be named Xia!”
“Look at you now, how are you dressed? Inappropriate clothes, contact lenses? Nail polish?”
“I shouldn't have agreed to let you go to Tokyo for those few months as an exchange student. You’ve only been away from your mother for a few months and you’ve become like this.
Release your inner force, let me see… What, you still haven’t broken through to the Profound rank? What have you been doing all this time!”
“Xia Yuyan, you actually followed me!”
“So what if I followed you? What you should be reflecting on now is why you’re still at the Yellow rank after so long. I ask you, what about next month’s martial arts competition, tell me!”
Jiang Yu pricked up his ears, showing a curious expression, and turned his head, meeting Wu Xuanhu’s gaze.
The old man’s eyes showed helplessness and regret, and he beckoned.
Jiang Yu’s eyes lit up.
“Gossip, I’m coming!”
