Tea-flavored Romance

Shame can inspire courage. Being bad at something isn't scary; what's scary is being bad at something yet proudly claiming that the fault lies not with you, but with the world.

This phenomenon is widespread in major MOBA games. Lu Jiujiu is clearly not one of these people.

Xiao Ling'er's style is subtle coquetry, which is difficult to master, and besides, I'm not Ning Yuan's sister... What about Gu Guanxue's? Like this wink? Or a softer tone?

It sounds pretty simple.

Having discovered Gu Xihua's formula for acting cute, the girl kept her head down, secretly practicing her skills while looking at her phone screen. Because it was inconvenient to see ahead while walking with her head down, and in order to avoid bumping into a pillar, Lu Jiujiu simply grabbed Ning Yuan's sleeve and had him lead her along.

Master Ning: ?

What kind of stupid thing is this guy doing?

Ning Yiling was so engrossed in the joy of receiving her new body pillow that she naturally paid no attention to Lu Jiujiu beside her. Confused but saying nothing, Ning Yuan could only resign himself to letting Lu Jiujiu become one of his personal accessories.

Anyway, this isn't the first time this has happened. Of course, you have to keep an eye on her when you're out shopping with a little goofball, otherwise you'll probably hear missing person notices on the loudspeaker soon.

"Your grandma probably told you not to use your phone while walking, right?"

"I wasn't using my phone!" Lu Jiujiu confidently showed the screen: "It's all black, I didn't turn it on."

"Then why are you keeping your head down? Is it social anxiety? Are you afraid of being seen? Or are you just looking in the mirror?" Ning Yuan asked, puzzled. "I've never seen you like looking at yourself this much before."

"..."

"Never mind...you can keep watching, just don't fall." Ning Yuan said, taking the girl's small hand from his sleeve and letting it slide down to his wrist to hold it: "It's fine like this, so you don't tear my clothes."

Lu Jiujiu stared blankly at the spot where her small hand was being held. The boy's hand was large, and with a gentle grip, it encircled her entire slender wrist, making her feel very safe. However, the girl's gaze did not seem to be focused on her wrist. She was more concerned, or rather, only concerned, about the brown bracelet hanging on Ning Yuan's wrist.

Ning Yuan actually wore it the whole time!

The girl seemed to have discovered some little secret that only she knew, and she felt inexplicably overjoyed. Her face and eyes were full of satisfied smiles, but Ning Yuan didn't have time to pay attention to this silly girl's emotional changes. He looked up at the growing crowd around him, and then took out his phone to check the time.

"Let's go, we should go see Gu Guanxue and the others. I wonder if they need my help."

He sounded visibly guilty as he spoke. The contract clearly stated that he and Gu Guanxue were part of the same team, but in the end, aside from helping to move costumes and props to Chen Ling's car, he seemed to have done absolutely nothing...

Xu Yi, Chen Ling, and Jingjing took care of the makeup, while he was supposed to do the other odd jobs like moving things and running errands. However, he didn't get to do those jobs because of Jiang Manyue's appearance.

When it's over, shouldn't we give the four of them some wages or something...? If all else fails, I could rush over now and be part of the atmosphere team, clapping along with my sister and Lu Jiujiu in the audience?

That seems pretty good... The atmosphere-setting group is always necessary, no matter where you are.

With this comforting mindset, Master Ning strolled leisurely with the two girls. A small incident occurred along the way, and Lu Jiujiu stopped studying Gu's formula for acting cute and instead followed Ning Yuan around with great interest, full of energy.

She had no intention of pulling her hand back, and Master Ning, preoccupied with Gu Xihua's situation, didn't notice the change in the girl's behavior beside him. The three of them walked past an exhibition booth, when suddenly they spotted a familiar face on the stage.

Ning Yuan subconsciously turned his head to look at the exhibition board, and seeing the Western fantasy-style game posters on it, he realized that he had entered the exhibition area where Lin Xiaoya was.

The female pastor on the stage wore a white robe, and her platinum blonde hair and forehead decorations had a strong Western style. In her hand, she held a finely crafted staff inlaid with light blue gemstones.

Master Lin: The Holy Light will redeem you.

Ning Yuan: But it won't redeem the Minotaur.

Chapter 163: The Peerless Sword Immortal - Jiang Manyue

In terms of real-world personality traits, the "Nu-man" personality trait is undoubtedly the one most in need of purification.

But cosplay is cosplay after all. Lin Xiaoya, surrounded by darkness, perfectly embodied the concept of holiness and light. Many photographers in the audience couldn't resist snapping away, seemingly oblivious to the berserker wielding a greatsword, the rugged green orc whose looks even Wu Yanzu couldn't match, and the elven archer in a tight-fitting outfit beside her.

Seemingly noticing Ning Yuan's appearance, Master Lin smiled slightly and nodded gently to the audience. This scene did not escape the photographer's lens, who perfectly captured this detail and excitedly exchanged views, saying that this was the legendary smile of the Goddess of Light.

I absolutely have to get this cosplayer's contact information after the convention! If I don't flirt with a girl of this caliber, I deserve to be single forever!

Ning Yuan stood and watched for a while. Seeing her nod in greeting, he responded softly as well, and couldn't help but agree with his roommate Xiao Hei's point of view:

Lin Xiaoya really does have some skills.

Cosplay isn't hard to get started with, but to truly master it and make others feel the real thing, unless you're exceptionally gifted, you'll need to invest a lot of time and money.

As a tea-loving individual, Lin Xiaoya has no shortage of time or money, so it's not surprising that she's made a name for herself in this industry.

Is it really that beautiful?

A girl's voice drifted from beside him, and Ning Yuan, gazing at the stage, subconsciously replied:

"Hmm, it looks pretty good..."

"But I just can't figure it out."

"What can't you figure out?"

With a strong will to survive, Master Ning recognized Ning Yiling's voice and quickly used a question to attract the girl's attention, thus successfully saving his own life.

"I can't understand why these cosplayers don't look as good as my sister without makeup."

"Hmph, I don't think you're telling the truth at all."

Upon hearing this, Ning Yiling puffed out her chin, her hand gripping the little shark restlessly, clearly in high spirits. Seeing this, Ning Yuan quickly pulled the two girls away from the exhibition hall where Lin Xiaoya was, heading towards the game company where he and Gu Guanxue had signed their contract.

Before they had walked far, a commotion could be faintly heard in the distance. A crowd surged and thronged, everyone seemingly pushing and shoving to get to the front. Ning Yuan looked at this scene, as if sensing something, and the image of the stunning sword immortal cosplay photo that Gu Guanxue had shown him before suddenly popped into his mind.

Gu, the campus belle... has made her appearance?

Filled with immense curiosity, Ning Yuan led the two little girls toward the crowd. After turning a corner, she looked up at the stage and was immediately struck by its breathtaking beauty.

Never before had Jiang Manyue been seen in such a hue… She wore an ancient-style robe as pure white as the moon, its hem fluttering in the wind, her sash billowing, and her fair, jade-like hands lightly gripping a long sword. She simply stood there, without any particular pose, yet those who saw her naturally felt an aura emanating from her, an aura of unparalleled sharpness…

Um? etc……

Jiang Manyue!

Master Ning was slightly taken aback, suddenly feeling that his brain wasn't quite working properly... Wasn't Jiang Xihua supposed to be causing trouble for Gu Xihua? How come she ended up taking the blame herself?

How on earth did she manage to be so easily provoked by Olaf? Am I seeing things?!

Standing on the stage, Jiang Manyue lowered her eyes slightly. Normally, cosplay requires posing for the photographer to take pictures for later use. But this girl didn't move at all, as if she was playing a game of being a wooden puppet, or as if she was waiting for someone.

Even though she was so uncooperative, the photographers in the audience still happily took pictures of this aloof and proud sword fairy girl.

Good looks are everything! Good looks are everything!

Faces flashed by in the crowd, and Jiang Manyue seemed to sense something. She raised her eyes slightly and looked over the crowd, locking onto Ning Yuan at the very back.

Master Ning: mmp

His piercing gaze startled him, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

I'm doomed! Jiang Xihua is going to betray me!

As expected, the events unfolded exactly as he had anticipated. After making eye contact with him, the sword immortal on the stage seemed to awaken and began to show expression.

She frowned slightly as she looked down at the audience, seemingly wanting Ning Yuan to come over, but the sea of ​​people made it impossible. After a moment's thought, she quickly came up with a better idea.

With a flick of her wrist, she slung her longsword behind her back and gracefully leaped off the stage, her robes swaying slightly. Her leap was like a stone thrown into still water, causing the crowd below to part and create a clear path as she moved, as powerful as the legendary Moses parting the Red Sea.

Step by step, Jiang Manyue walked calmly and composedly to Ning Yuan, as if she were greeting an acquaintance on the street, and stopped in front of him.

Master Ning, with a heavy heart and a sense of helplessness, slowly typed out a question mark:

?

Sister Jiang, you can even dance like that?

You're still working... oh no, you're still working for Gu Guanxue and me? Normal cosplayers shouldn't be allowed to leave the stage, right?

If nothing unexpected happens, we already know what will be trending... #DragonKingXSwordImmortal#... We can even guess the style of the comments below:

What an amazing couple! I'm totally shipping them...

This is the real Dragon King and his wife!

This is so sweet, I'm so excited...

Jiang Manyue clearly didn't have as much inner turmoil as Ning Yuan. She walked up to Master Ning and spoke calmly:

"She told me you'd seen photos of her dressed like that."

Master Ning hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Who's prettier?"

"what?"

Caught off guard by the question, Ning Yuan quickly looked Jiang Xihua up and down, then said hesitantly, "I don't know..."

"why."

Why else could it be! Of course, it's because I can't afford to offend either side! Ning Yuan mentally ranted, preparing to make up some random excuse:

"She struck a pose in the photo... she looked pretty cool... but I forgot what pose it was... if you can't control the variables, of course you can't know who looks better."

"posture?"

The girl nodded slightly, twirling her longsword in her hand before placing it sharply against Ning Yuan's shoulder. Her voice was clear and her gaze remained unchanged.

"Is this pose cool enough?"

Master Ning: "..."

At that time, the sword was only seven or eight centimeters away from my throat, but a quarter of an incense stick later, the sword's owner would be completely happy.

Because I've decided to tell the truth.

Chapter 164: The Outcome is Decided

"You're beautiful."

Even though he knew it was an unsharpened prop sword, he still felt immense pressure when the sword was held to Master Ning's neck.

Perhaps this is what they mean by holding a knife to someone's throat and forcing them to submit?

The swordswoman nodded gently and sheathed her sword.

"I won."

After speaking, the girl turned and walked forward with a faint smile on her face. The surrounding crowd once again parted to make way for her. Her nonchalant manner was as if she were Moses in the Bible, who parted the Red Sea, reached the other side, realized he had gone the wrong way, turned around, and parted it again—as casual as if he had done so.

To the unsuspecting onlookers, the aloof and proud swordswoman parted the crowd, walked up to the rather handsome young man, and asked only one question:

Am I pretty?

No answer? A sword is held to my neck.