Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 117 The War Between Ziqiao and His Senior Brother is About to Begin

By the time Ziqiao staggered out of the toilet, clutching his buttocks, everyone had almost finished their breakfast.

"Did you guys leave me any? I'm practically a mummy!" Ziqiao exclaimed.

Everyone was gathered around the eldest brother, admiring the sketch he had just drawn, and had no time to pay attention to him.

Only Mika, the victor and chef, sarcastically remarked, "Sorry, you didn't come home all night. Who knows if you'll even come back for breakfast? I didn't prepare your portion at all."

Only Zeng Xiaoxian was loyal enough: "Ziqiao, I have some leftover congee with preserved egg and lean pork and half a steamed bun. Why don't you just have some pickled vegetables to tide you over?"

"Then I'll just go hungry," Ziqiao said, pouting.

"I told you to just let him starve to death. Anyway, no matter how much he eats now, he'll just poop out and waste food." Meijia sneered disdainfully, and then joined the praise group for her senior brother.

"My senior brother's drawing is really good."

"Right? Senior Brother's drawing skills are truly unparalleled," Wan Yu said. "In just three seconds, he captured almost all the essential points of the sketch perfectly. He even added special effects to your fight."

Curry Sauce still couldn't believe it: "I never imagined that Senior Brother, who speaks like a sloth, could draw with speed comparable to the Flash, completing a sketch in less than three seconds. Is that even possible for a human?"

Meijia patted Curry Sauce on the shoulder and sighed, "Curry Sauce, the difference between people is greater than the difference between people and pigs. Some people are born with talents that we little shrimps can't compare to."

"Yeah, Senior Brother's talent in painting is unmatched. But does that mean Nanfeng's talent in voice, Yifei's talent in martial arts, and Zhanbo's exceptional intelligence are all just normal?" Zeng Xiaoxian muttered.

Wan Yu said cheerfully, "So we ordinary people should just accept our ordinariness. At least we can still see the same blue sky and enjoy the same sun as these geniuses."

Yifei silently complained, "Wanyu, you super rich young lady, don't even mention that you're an ordinary person. All our talents combined can't compare to your family's wealth."

Wanyu playfully stuck out her tongue.

Ziqiao felt resentful as he watched everyone crowd around the bespectacled man with terrible fashion sense.

"Please, I'm in such bad shape and you don't even care about me? Do you even want to continue this relationship with my roommates?" Ziqiao shouted weakly.

"Excuse me, but our senior brother is currently staying in our suite; he's our roommate. If you want to ask Nanfeng for help, go find him."

It goes without saying that this was Mika's sarcastic remark.

Nanfeng laughed and said, "He didn't sleep in my suite last night, so theoretically he can't be considered my roommate. If you want me to care about him, I'd prefer that my roommate take care of cleaning the suite first."

"I've been cleaning the apartment every day these past few days, okay?" Ziqiao complained repeatedly. "I'm practically dried up, and you still want me to clean?"

Nanfeng nodded sympathetically: "Ziqiao, you're so pitiful... but you're cleaning 3602, what does that have to do with 3603?"

Upon hearing this, Ziqiao slapped the sofa in astonishment and shouted, "So you and Meijia were just using me as a football!"

"Wow, Mr. Lü, you're so smart!" Meijia clapped her hands, feigning surprise.

Then Nanfeng and Meijia continued to fawn over their senior brother as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this unfamiliar, bespectacled, and brooding man become the main character in the apartment, Ziqiao couldn't be happier.

"Guan Gu, is this your senior brother?"

"Yes, this is my senior brother, Du Jun, known in the martial arts world as the Little White Dragon of the Waves..."

Guan Gu began his introduction with practiced ease. Just as the others felt the scene was very familiar and wanted to fast forward, Zi Qiao's exclamation broke the silence.

"You're also called Little White Dragon in the Waves?!"

Everyone: "???"

Just as everyone was wondering what Ziqiao meant, Ziqiao suddenly sprang up from the sofa.

As he took a deep breath and closed his eyes to rest, a few more drops of color gradually returned to his pale face.

"Holy crap, what's going on?" Zeng Xiaoxian exclaimed, speechless. "He was just looking sickly a moment ago, how did he suddenly become radiant?"

Yifei looked at Zeng Xiaoxian with disdain: "You're an amateur. A person's spirit can control their body. A true master can suppress pain and illness for a short time with strong willpower."

Yifei spoke with increasing regret: "Ziqiao is truly a once-in-a-century talent in external martial arts. If he had started learning martial arts from a young age..."

"How about it? Can I beat you?" Zeng Xiaoxian's eyes lit up.

Yifei nodded solemnly: "That should be enough for me to beat them up to my heart's content."

Zeng Xiaoxian: (╯□╰)

Zeng Xiaoxian pointed at Yifei and looked at Nanfeng: "What kind of monster is this?"

"How can a once-in-a-century external martial arts prodigy compare to a once-in-a-millennium martial arts prodigy?" Nanfeng pointed at Yifei: "At twenty, she defeated all masters under twenty-five from all schools. Hu Yifei, known in the ancient martial arts circle as the female demon Hu Zuofei, do you think she only knows how to beat you up with her amateurish skills?"

"Then I should really thank her..." Zeng Xiaoxian's lips twitched, and he silently moved his chair away from Hu Yifei.

Mika murmured in surprise, "So you mean, he was so sick before, and last night he couldn't even control his body with his mind while facing such a huge, huge, huge beauty, but now he can suppress his illness with just some random newbie through sheer willpower?"

"This is ridiculous!" Curry Sauce and Wanyu exclaimed.

Yifei pointed at Ziqiao, who was taking deep breaths to recover his energy: "However, that's the truth."

As Ziqiao opened his eyes, he strode confidently to his senior brother.

"Hello, my name is Lü Ziqiao, also known in the martial arts world as..."

"Little White Dragon in the Waves!"

For the first time, the eldest brother's rigid and expressionless face showed a flicker of emotion.

"Your name is also..."

"..."

"...The Little White Dragon in the Waves?"

Ziqiao said in a deep voice, "You shouldn't have come."

"I have already..."

"..."

"...Here it comes."

"A江湖人 (jianghu person)?"

"……Um."

"Follow the rules?"

"……Um."

The two gazed at each other silently, their slightly narrowed eyes seeming to hold the brewing storm and thunder.

Wan Yu sniffed: "I can smell the smell of war."

"I can almost see their health bars above their heads," Curry Sauce said, always eager for drama. "Could it be that the S2 season's Super Super Super Super Free Fighting Tournament finals are coming up again?"

Mika slapped her forehead: "Now I know what's going on."

"What's going on?" everyone asked curiously.

"The rules of the martial arts world dictate that kings never meet."

Meijia explained, "Those who have always been involved in the underworld haven't had much education. The nicknames they can come up with are limited to a few, like Grasshopper, Rascal Snake, Three-Handed, Black Widow..."

"A nicer way to put it is like 'Thief King,' 'Thief Saint,' or 'Thief King,' which are just titles that are casually given to people, such as kings, generals, immortals, Buddhas, and saints."

"So here's the question: can you tell me who's the most powerful among the King of Thieves, the Saint of Thieves, and the Master Thief?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"If the three of them compete on the same stage, will a winner be determined?"

Everyone nodded frantically.

Meijia clapped her hands and said, "But you must understand that the martial arts world is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and social interactions."

"We people in the underworld value harmony. If we compete with others, losing will ruin our own livelihood, and winning will ruin theirs. In the end, we'll be resented and who knows what might happen."

"So generally speaking, no matter who among these kings of thieves, masters of thieves, and saints of thieves is the most skilled, or whether they have a good relationship in private, they will avoid appearing together in public, or even stepping into each other's territory."

"I'm just afraid that some unscrupulous people in the martial arts world will stir up trouble and try to determine who is better, or that it will attract criticism."

"This is what's known as the unwritten rule of the underworld: kings don't meet kings."

Yifei suddenly realized: "I was wondering why the senior brothers who arrange the seating are so particular during the martial arts tournament. Not only can different schools of Tai Chi not be placed on the same table, but even Southern and Northern styles of martial arts cannot be arranged together."

"A martial arts tournament?"

Everyone else was stunned. In this day and age, there are still martial arts tournaments?

Nanfeng laughed and said, "It's not as outrageous as you think. It's just that people in the industry get together every now and then to let their juniors and newcomers practice."

"On the one hand, it shows that our lineage has successors, and on the other hand, it's to let everyone get to know us so that we can help each other out when we run into each other. After all, not many people are learning this stuff anymore, so it's important to stick together in a small circle."

Yifei waved her hand: "We'll talk about this later. Who knows, Nanfeng and I might take you out for a stroll sometime."

"Meijia, please continue. What's the current situation between Ziqiao and Senior Brother?"

Meijia said mysteriously, "They're even worse than kings not meeting. In the martial arts world, this kind of situation where titles clash is called 'generals meeting'."

"Unlike the situation in the martial arts world where kings don't meet, in this situation, you have to fight to the death to keep your livelihood."

"Nani!"

Guan Gu didn't quite understand the rules of the underworld that Mei Jia was talking about; he only understood the phrase "it's a matter of life and death."

He maneuvered his wheelchair to squeeze between Ziqiao and his senior brother: "Ziqiao, senior brother, you two aren't really going to fight each other to the death, are you?"

"Murder is illegal in China!"

Curry Sauce quickly pulled Guan Gu back: "Guan Gu, don't worry, it's not as serious as you think."

Wanyu looked at Meijia curiously: "So what exactly are they going to do now?"

"The rules of the martial world: when generals meet, they must determine who is superior." It wasn't Meijia who answered Wanyu, but Ziqiao, who had been staring at his senior brother.

He clapped his hands at everyone: "Congratulations, everyone, on witnessing the most exciting, thrilling, and bloodiest battle for the ultimate title in the martial arts world!"

"The ultimate name battle?!" Everyone was puzzled.

"Yes, it's the ultimate name battle!" Mika explained. "Two people with the same nickname will compete according to fair and just rules, and the winner will be the real White Dragon in the Waves."

"The loser can still retain the nickname 'Little White Dragon in the Waves,' but from now on, he must acknowledge the winner as the real 'Little White Dragon in the Waves' in front of everyone who knows him, in order to maintain the winner's legitimacy."

Zhanbo looked pained: "That sounds cruel."

Ziqiao pointed at Zhanbo and said, "Zhanbo, you and everyone else are the witnesses today, responsible for fairly and impartially witnessing the results of the competition and preventing anyone from cheating after losing."

"I like this." Zhanbo beamed.

Zi Qiao narrowed his eyes slightly: "Senior Brother, right? It's not shameful to admit defeat. It's much more shameful to be completely crushed by me."

The eldest disciple silently wiped his glasses: "I've already retired from the martial world..."

"..."

"...It's been so many years, but since someone wants my Little White Dragon in the Waves..."

"..."

"...I will tell him what it means to have such a title..."

"..."

"……cruel!"

Then the senior brother burst into laughter.

"Ha ha……"

"..."

"……Ha ha."

I'm coming

The nickname "Little White Dragon in the Waves" was used by the eldest brother from Ai Yi to Ai Si, but for some reason, Ai Wu Zi Qiao also called himself "Little White Dragon in the Waves".

I strongly suspect that when writing Love Story 5, the director himself forgot who the White Dragon in the Waves was. But if that's the case, let it become the material for my chapter!

Hahaha,

Some people asked whether the ellipses in the text count towards the word count. First of all, I want to say that I think it's a good way to show the senior brother's linguistic style in the text.

Secondly, the starting point is 200 words for every point earned. If the pigeon (the author) involves dialogue with the senior brother, he will try to keep the word count to around 100 or 200 words. For example, at 3386, if he just adds another 14 words, the pigeon can earn a little more.

So don't worry that the pigeon is deliberately using so many ellipses to make more money off you. The eldest brother doesn't talk much to begin with, so even if there are a lot of ellipses, it won't take up more than a hundred words.

If you don't like this way of expressing yourself, you can talk to the pigeon, and it will switch to a normal conversational style.

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(End of this chapter)