The 7th Pit – “Can I call you Big Brother Xiao Yun?”
“Can I call you Big Brother Xiao Yun?”
“…That’s inappropriate, right? Sheng’er is the closed-door disciple of the Sect Master of Mysterious Inscription Sect, if you address this lowly one as big brother… I’m afraid this lowly one can’t shoulder such reputation.”
Humble, polite and not arrogant. This was Dongfang Xianyun.From that day forth, Gong Changsheng no longer made contact with Dongfang Xianyun. And right now, Gong Changsheng was feeling really irritated, as Dongfang Wuqiong has once again started to pinch his buttocks.
“Senior martial brother, why did you start touching my buttocks again?”
“Senior martial brother, if you continue to touch it, you must take responsibility…”
“Since you aren’t willing to take responsibility…”
“I said I will.”
Gong Changsheng looked at Dongfang Wuqiong blankly, even if he couldn’t see.
“Then… Let’s look for Master this afternoon to have him accept us becoming Dao-Companions.”
“Alright… No… Why don’t we look for him now!”
As Dongfang Wuqiong spoke, he stood up and pulled Gong Changsheng by the hand. Just as Dongfang Wuqiong was about to drag him off the straw mat…
“Senior martial brother! Senior martial brother, wait! You don’t even like me, so why…”
“I like you.”
“I said I like you.”
Gong Changsheng flung Dongfang Wuqiong’s hand away, and ran towards the courtyard as if he was fleeing. A “doong” noise sounded from afar.
“Junior martial brother Gong! Junior martial brother Gong, are you alright!? Don’t run about if you can’t see!”
Dongfang Wuqiong came chasing after him and saw Gong Changsheng who fell onto the ground, along with Li Xiuhui at the side, who was initially sweeping the courtyard. He suddenly began to laugh out loud.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! This daddy has finally won once!!!”
“Eh!? Is that the main point here!?”
“I don’t even have the slightest bit interest in this little wimp!”
“Then why the hell did you confess!?”
Li Xiuhui carried up Gong Changsheng who bumped into doorframe and retorted with a stunned look.
While being carried by Li Xiuhui, Gong Changsheng held onto his forehead with his two hands. Tears welled up in his eyes, looking as if they could fall at any moment. His face was filled with a “senior martial brother fooled me!?” expression.
“Senior martial brother… you…”
He wanted to ask, but just before he could finish his question, Dongfang Wuqiong interrupted him.
“I will wait till you’re sixteen!”
Gong Changsheng’s tears fell for real this time.
… Scared to tears.