Where is the righteous fairy we were promised?

196 - Reminiscing

Time passed by minute by minute.

Yang Wanyin and Jiang Ning strolled through the city, one after the other.

The system notifications also rang in Yang Wanyin's mind from time to time.

[Current task progress: 30%.]

[Current task progress: 40%.]

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Yang Wanyin walked along the gloomy and dimly lit street, but her mood was surprisingly good.

Simply because behind her was the man who was always joking around and making her happy.

As the saying goes, to understand a man, you must first see if he has talent.

"And I happen to be a man of exceptional talent."

"For example, when I have nothing to do, I have created many poems with profound meaning."

"If Fairy Yang doesn't believe me, I'll read it to you."

"Listen up, cough cough!"

Jiang Ning coughed twice, as if it were a ritual.

He then put his hands behind his back, walked with his hands behind his back, and began to recite with great emotion.

"A man should be self-reliant, and apply makeup before the mirror!"

"Pfft..."

As soon as Jiang Ning uttered a sentence, Yang Wanyin couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, waving her hand in a very cooperative manner:

"It's okay, it's okay, keep reading, don't worry about me."

"Ah."

Jiang Ning slightly raised his head to look at the moon, adopting the image of a reclusive sage who was misunderstood by others, and gave a faint reply.

He then recited his "masterpiece" again in that emotionally resonant and magnetic voice.

"My old friend bids farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and now he sings, dances, raps, and plays basketball."

"Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, a line of white egrets soars into the blue sky."

"If only General Li Guang were here, the beauties of the six palaces would pale in comparison."

"Children return home early from school, asking about ghosts and gods instead of the common people."

"In the capital there was a skilled ventriloquist, and from then on the emperor no longer held morning court."

"He laughed loudly as he went out the door, but returned leaning on his cane and sighing to himself."

Listen to Jiang Ning reciting so-called poems in that confident tone.

Yang Wanyin felt a strong smile wash over her.

Her shoulders were shrugging, and her hands, covering her mouth, were practically suffocating her.

Finally, after enduring for a long time, Yang Wanyin could no longer hold back.

"Pfft hahahaha..."

Jiang Ning, looking annoyed at being interrupted, said irritably:

"I haven't finished reciting yet, what are you laughing at?"

Am I not exquisite enough in my poetry?

"Fairy Yang, don't you have even a shred of basic respect for masterpieces?"

"A masterpiece..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Wanyin was instantly struck by laughter and couldn't help but clutch her stomach and burst into tears.

“I’m… sorry…

I misunderstood you, great poet.

I never knew you were so talented…

"That is!"

Jiang Ning shook his head, looking quite smug.

He then glanced at Yang Wanyin and chuckled as he recited another line.

"A young girl of the Yang family has come of age; her strength is such that she can uproot mountains and her spirit is unparalleled."

Yang Wanyin was taken aback upon hearing this and immediately stopped laughing.

She glared at Jiang Ning with annoyance, then shook her head, unable to suppress a laugh.

Then, Yang Wanyin gave a haughty snort and turned to continue walking.

"I'm not listening anymore, let's listen to something else!"

Jiang Ning smiled slightly, and a system notification sounded in his mind.

【ding dong——】

[Bound to the Chosen One: Yang Wanyin.]

[Current level of fear towards Jiangning: 40%]

[Current favorability: -40.]

……

after a while.

The system notifications occasionally echoed in Yang Wanyin's mind.

[Current task progress: 60%.]

[Current task progress: 70%.]

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Behind Yang Wanyin, Jiang Ning's voice also reached her ears.

"The most important thing in life is to be happy."

"But while we're having fun, we still need to think about some philosophical questions."

"For example, I often ask myself this..."

"Think thrice before you act. Is it possible not to do it? Is it possible to do it later? Is it possible to delegate it to someone else?"

"Of course, it's not that I'm lazy, it's just that there are many unexpected things in this world."

"For example, you might think I'd give an example."

At this point, Jiang Ning paused for a moment and did not continue.

Yang Wanyin was still foolishly waiting for him to give an example.

After a while, Yang Wanyin finally realized what was happening and couldn't help but chuckle as she turned around and glared at him.

Jiang Ning chuckled, then flicked his sleeves, feigning concern, and said:

"Fairy Yang, the weather is getting colder and colder."

Here's a little tip that's really useful in everyday life.

If you wake up cold at night, don't forget to help Fairy Chu pull back the covers.

Upon hearing this, Yang Wanyin was immediately struck by a laugh.

"Jiang Ning, you really are..."

"so bad!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Jiang Ning smiled as he looked at her, while also listening to the system notification.

【ding dong——】

[Bound to the Chosen One: Yang Wanyin.]

[Current level of fear towards Jiangning: 20%]

[Current favorability: -20.]

……

After some time.

Hearing the system notification, Yang Wanyin felt a strange sense of reluctance.

[Current task progress: 90%.]

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At this moment, Jiang Ning was still eloquently reciting poems praising Yang Wanyin.

"A beauty that will last a thousand years is unparalleled, a pleasing sight is a fair maiden; a face that could topple kingdoms and cities is astonishing to the world."

"As beautiful as a peach blossom in spring, as pure and elegant as a chrysanthemum in autumn."

"Like a smiling peach blossom, her hair piled high like emerald clouds; her lips bloom like cherry blossoms, her teeth fragrant like pomegranate seeds."

"Her beautiful face and graceful demeanor are even more enchanting, and her spirit is as clear as autumn water and as pure as azure snow."

"Bright and clear, like light clouds veiling the moon; drifting and floating, like snowflakes in a swirling wind."

"She moves gracefully like a wisp of cloud emerging from a mountain peak, hand in hand with her beloved, their steps slow and languid, their waists swaying like willow branches..."

Yang Wanyin felt both shy and happy upon hearing this, and her face grew increasingly hot.