In the evening, Chen Shouyi had just finished dinner outside and walked back home.

Song Tingting showed up again.

"Hi, Senior!" Song Tingting greeted with a shy smile, holding a wooden sword in her right hand and a large bag of snacks in her left.

Her lips were coated with jelly-colored anti-chap lip balm, glowing with a red, glossy sheen. She wore a beige cashmere mini dress, with no stockings on her feet, exposing a pair of snow-white, plump thighs.

The weather is so cold lately, can't you wear a bit more?

And aren't you here to practice swordsmanship? Why dress so prettily then?

Various thoughts flashed through Chen Shouyi's mind. He glanced at her, then quickly averted his eyes and said seriously, "Come in."

He stepped aside. As a fragrant breeze passed by, he closed the door.

"Senior, I brought some beef jerky and chocolate."

Ever since Chen Shouyi mentioned not wanting to eat grapes anymore, she brought a variety of things, different every day.

"Just put it on the coffee table," Chen Shouyi didn't refuse, treating it like tuition.

He sat down on the sofa, opened a pack of beef jerky, and while eating, asked, "By the way, after knowing each other for so long, I haven't asked, what grade are you in?"

"Senior three, I'm taking my college entrance exams next year."

Chen Shouyi couldn't help coughing, thinking she was truly a junior, only to find out she was actually in the same grade as him, possibly even the same age.

"Senior, what's wrong?" Song Tingting asked with concern.

"Uh, nothing, let's start practicing now."

"Oh!" Song Tingting picked up the wooden sword to start today's practice.

"Your leg kicks aren't powerful enough, your force needs to be fierce, twist your hips, and don't arch your buttocks too high. Carefully feel the transmission of force in your body, when thrusting the sword, there should be a sense of inevitability."

Song Tingting paused, touched her butt: "Senior, but I can't quite feel it, maybe you could demonstrate once."

"Alright, go wash your face first!"

Thinking of something, Song Tingting's face turned red, she quickly ran to the bathroom. Looking at her shy, spring-like reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help covering her face.

No shame at all.

After a few minutes, she finally came out.

She noticed the senior holding a wooden sword, standing in the living room, his tall, upright figure gave off an air of immovability.

So handsome!

"I'll demonstrate only five times, watch closely."

"Oh!" Song Tingting quickly perked up, her charming, moist eyes stared unblinkingly at Chen Shouyi.

"I meant for you to watch my waist, feet, and hands, not my face!" Chen Shouyi was a bit creeped out by her gaze, speaking helplessly.

How could she be so slow, even slower than he was back then, at least he never stared at the coach's face while learning.

"Oh!" Song Tingting blushed, stuck out her tongue, and hurriedly looked at his body.

Next, Chen Shouyi demonstrated slowly in a manner similar to slow motion.

"Did you remember?"

Song Tingting nodded, then shook her head, looking puzzled: "I think I didn't."

"Then keep watching!"

Chen Shouyi demonstrated again: "How about now?"

Chen Shouyi noticed Song Tingting was hesitating as if she wanted to say something.

"If you have something to say, say it boldly!" Chen Shouyi urged.

"Senior, you're wearing clothes, I can't quite understand, can I touch you?" Song Tingting mustered up the courage to ask, but she was already filled with embarrassment before finishing.

...

After a few minutes, Song Tingting left the room blushing, recalling how her senior awkwardly asked her to go back to practicing, she couldn't help but laugh inwardly. The senior seemed quite innocent.

Hmm, definitely still a virgin.

Just as the door opened, Song Tingting saw her dad and mom sitting on the sofa.

"Back?"

"Dad, you haven't gone back to your room yet?" Song Tingting blinked, feigning innocence and asked.

"Hehe, chatting with your mom." Looking at his daughter's radiant face that couldn't be hidden, Song Qiran chuckled. In his heart, he felt miserably that his precious "cabbage" was soon to be snatched by a pig.

It distressed him.

Song Tingting didn't suspect anything, quickly said: "Oh, you chat then, I'm going to take a shower after just training, I'm all sweaty!"

Hmph, knowing you have to train, why did you take a shower so early after dinner?

Song Qiran mused internally, but his face still wore a smile, "Wait a moment, there's a banquet tomorrow night, Tingting, do you want to go with Dad?"

"What's so good about a banquet, I don't want to go, I'd rather practice swordsmanship tomorrow night!" Song Tingting replied without thinking.

"There will be many martial artists at the banquet, some TV hosts and celebrities will be there too. If you ask some advice from those martial artists, passing the Martial Arts test might not be a problem." Song Qiran gently persuaded.

Song Tingting's eyes lit up slightly upon hearing the mention of martial artists. These people are enigmatic, representing the pinnacle of human strength, and usually impossible to meet.

However, compared to meeting with the senior, these seemed to lose all their appeal at once: "I don't want to go."

...

Sun and Moon Lake Hotel.

One of the most luxurious hotels in Hedong, luxury cars were being directed into the underground parking lot by security guards.

At this moment, a taxi stood out abruptly stopped at the entrance. A tall figure emerged from the cab, with a smooth, fair complexion, his face had an austere handsomeness, beneath thick eyebrows were a pair of deep, brooding eyes.

"This is the place!" Chen Shouyi murmured, stepping into the hotel.

"Welcome!" After handing over the invitation, at the doorway of the banquet hall, two rows of elegantly dressed hostesses in uniformed stockings stood with standard smiles, softly greeting.

Inside, Chen Shouyi saw a self-service banquet already bustling with many people.

Many were in small groups chatting, but besides a few faces that seemed vaguely familiar, possibly a host or minor celebrity, he recognized no one.

Oh well, might as well come for the buffet, after all, he hadn't had dinner yet.

"Handsome little guy, with your father?" A young lady in a low-cut evening gown approached with a glass of wine, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, she asked.

"Nope, I'm alone," Chen Shouyi said, placing several pieces of grilled lamb chops on his plate.

"You're quite bold then!" The young lady imagined he sneaked over with his parent's invitation and couldn't help but chuckle.

Chen Shouyi glanced at her, asked: "Aren't you a host of something? I recall seeing you in online news."

"From Hedong Channel One, Law News," the young lady corrected.

"I remembered, you're not married as well?" Chen Shouyi asked.

That comment stung a little.

"I'm only twenty-nine!" The young lady retorted, swiftly changing the topic.

Twenty-nine, isn't that old? Almost auntie age.

Chen Shouyi silently mused, impaling a lamb chop and taking a bite.

Tasted quite good, better than the buffet he had at lunch.

"And what are you here for, freeloading dinner?" The young lady teased in return.

"Just came to see something interesting, though it's more boring than expected, the buffet's the only decent part," Chen Shouyi said, opening a bottle of cola and taking a sip.

He glanced around, several men, obviously martial artists by their build, were surrounded by beauties.

Yet he, being so handsome, only had her, and she treated him like a child.

It wasn't fair.

Feeling frustrated, he tilted his head towards her, "Why don't you join them?"

"Men are all the same, the ones who come too easily aren't cherished. These things are about fate," the young lady glanced over, sipped her red wine, and replied with a smile.

Just then, a familiar voice suddenly rang out.

"Senior, why are you here too?"

Chen Shouyi turned and saw Song Tingting staring back in surprise.

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