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She curled her lips into a smile, put the small knife in her hand into her boot, and then rubbed her stomach with a troubled expression. "I'm hungry, let's go eat!"

"Can't you take care of Xiaowenzi?" Xia Zhifei said helplessly.

Wenruo quickly said, "It's okay, I... I was just a little hungry too!"

Lu Zhao chuckled and put a hand on Xia Zhifei's shoulder. "If you're not hungry, are you just going to watch us eat?"

"No, I want to eat it, hee hee hee!"

Chapter Eight: To be a good person, you have to learn to take a beating.

After dinner, Lu Zhao originally wanted to take the female lead to the monitoring department, but considering that Chi Ying was still up there, he decided to give up on that idea.

To be honest, sending the female protagonist to Chi Ying, who once admired the original owner of the body, would still feel strange, even if she knew that Chi Ying no longer liked Lu Zhao.

Let Messiah take her to see it again another day. After all, we should give her a chance to choose.

There was only the logistics department left. Lu Zhao wanted to take the group on a tour as a responsible person, but Wen Ruo said she had classes that afternoon. Helpless, they had to postpone it to tomorrow along with the monitoring department.

However, tomorrow, she won't be leading the group.

Minister Liu probably doesn't really want to see this disobedient patient either.

Looking at it this way, it's clear that the original owner had offended both the head of the monitoring department and the head of the logistics department to some extent; they were truly talented individuals.

She sighed, asked Xia Zhifei to stay and organize the data from the recently completed tasks, and then drove Wenruo back.

Outside the car, the wind was howling, but inside the car, the heater was on full blast, causing a blush to appear on Wenruo's fair face.

"Is it too hot?" Lu Zhao glanced at the female lead sitting in the passenger seat and asked, "Should we open the window to let some air in?"

Wenruo paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "No, it's very warm."

"That's good." She nodded, keeping an eye on the road conditions, and didn't ask any more questions.

Where she couldn't see, Wenruo was using looking at her phone as a cover to sneak glances in her direction, intentionally or unintentionally.

Before meeting Lu Zhao, she had heard her junior high school classmate Lin Yu mention him. In Lin Yu's words, he was a person who seemed to have a thousand good qualities.

She had previously thought her old classmate was exaggerating, but when she actually met Lu Zhao, she realized that there really were such outstanding people in the world.

He will apologize when he frightens her because of his emotional outburst, appear in time to save her when she is in danger, and stay by her side when she awakens.

She is intelligent, gentle, polite, and has a strong sense of justice. Even when she occasionally shows obvious signs of being lost in thought, she still looks exceptionally adorable.

Such a wonderful person, even among the Spirit Race, possesses a charm that makes people willingly want to follow her.

She stole glances at the person who was still focused on driving, and as the sunlight streamed through the car window and shone on her face, Wenruo suddenly felt that the person in front of her had a sense of alienation, as if she didn't belong to this world.

Well... how could that be?

It must be an illusion.

She blinked, and when she looked again, she met a pair of smiling, crescent-shaped eyes.

"Is there something on my face?" Lu Zhao asked curiously.

Wenruo's face flushed red, and she quickly shook her head, "No... there's nothing there."

At most, it's just that she's watching.

Lu Zhao had no idea what the girl was thinking. She was the kind of person who wouldn't be distracted while doing anything. When she was driving, she was driving. If there was any traffic accident, she would be held responsible.

Finally, a little after 2 p.m., she delivered the person to the entrance of Yongling University.

"Do you want me to take you inside?" she asked patiently, leaning out of the car window as the little boy skipped and hopped out of the car.

Wen Ruo smiled brightly: "No need, I'll go to class now!"

"Okay, I'm off then." She was touched by the other person's smile and smiled back before driving away.

Looking at the little boy still standing there staring at her in the rearview mirror, Lu Zhao couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

As expected of the female lead, her flirting skills are top-notch.

Thankfully, she's the one bringing someone back now. As for the female lead, let's just finish the game quickly and let her go home.

After parking the car near the university town, Lu Zhao stretched and then slowly walked towards the Lou Family Martial Arts School nearby.

Time to get a beating again!

I wonder if yesterday's training left Master Lou somewhat dissatisfied, because this time when she went, she had to face six fellow students.

"Master..." Looking at the imposing group of six people in front of him, Lu Zhao, who had just finished warming up, twitched at the corner of his mouth and weakly raised his hand to ask, "Isn't this too much for me right now?"

She could barely handle the three people yesterday, and now there are six of them. This is going to kill her.

Lou Zhengfu frowned: "Did I tell you to take those hits head-on?!"

She didn't want to either!

Seeing Lu Zhao's pitiful look, he finally sighed and patiently explained, "It's inevitable for martial artists to get injured. It's true that I taught you how to take a beating yesterday, but you didn't really learn it."

As he spoke, he pointed to a senior student and kicked him in the chest.

To Lu Zhao's astonishment, the unremarkable senior brother deftly twisted his body. Although he was still hit by Lou Zhengfu's kick, which was clearly delivered with force, he stood up as if nothing had happened.

This……

"Is Senior Brother practicing the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt techniques?" Lu Zhao suddenly wondered.

Then her master flicked her on the head.

"I'm teaching you how to take a beating, not how to tough it out, but how to control it!"

Lou Zhengfu roared in exasperation, "If injury is unavoidable, you must learn to control your muscles and minimize the damage you take. This will give you an advantage in counterattacking the enemy. Do you understand?"

Now I really understand.

Lu Zhao rubbed his forehead, which had been flicked red, and gave him an embarrassed smile. "My comprehension isn't very good, but I understand now that you've explained it this way!"

Couldn't you have said it more politely?

Do all those lines from martial arts novels, like "This disciple is dull-witted, thank you for your guidance, Master," really need to be translated into plain language?

Turning away under Lou Zhengfu's speechless gaze, Lu Zhao lowered his hand and loudly addressed his six senior brothers, "Everyone, I'm ready!"

"Junior sister, please!"

Amidst the enthusiastic shouts and cheers, Lou Zhengfu sighed, his once straight back now hunched over, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.

"Master," the bald young disciple quickly stepped forward to help him.

He hadn't been learning his skills long enough to fight Lu Zhao with his fellow apprentices.

"This disciple is the most talented one I have ever taken in, even your junior sister can't compare." With the disciple's help, Lou Zhengfu slowly sat down on a low stool to the side, staring intently at Lu Zhao's agile figure surrounded by the crowd. His face, which had been quite stern just now, even had a slight smile on it.

In just one day, Lu Zhao's fighting skills became much more flexible; such comprehension was truly rare.

The young disciple touched his bald head. "Master, what about Junior Sister...?"

Lou Zhengfu's face darkened, and he slammed his hand heavily on the table beside him, shouting, "Lu Zhao, don't stop!"

"Yes!"

Chapter Nine: What are you struggling with?

In the end, he still got a severe beating.

Even though he had gradually gotten used to the situation, Lu Zhao could only lie on the mat, half-dead, for almost half an hour before he could catch his breath.

There were three people yesterday, six today, will there be nine tomorrow?

She glanced at her fellow students, who were also so exhausted they could barely sit up straight, and had a feeling that this group wouldn't be coming tomorrow.

Ordinary people don't recover their physical strength as quickly as the Spirit Race.

"Take a day off tomorrow. A few senior players from the national team are coming over the day after tomorrow. You can play against them then," Lou Zhengfu said, standing directly above her, quite satisfied.

Ah this...

A senior member of the national Wushu team?

Will she be able to walk out of the martial arts gym alive the day after tomorrow?

Lu Zhao was overcome with sadness, feeling that Master Lou was really giving her too much credit. Just a month before she came here, she was a complete sports failure who couldn't lift a finger.

Despite her inward lament, she forced herself to stand up and nodded slightly to Roku Seisuke. "I understand. I will prepare well from now on."

No matter what, having the national team as a sparring partner is a rare opportunity. Despite her complaints, she still knew what was more important.

After an afternoon of training, it was almost five o'clock. Remembering that Xia Zhifei was still working hard at the Spirit Management Bureau, she didn't stay any longer. She said goodbye to Master Lou and a few fellow trainees, and then got up and left.

"Phew... I can't take it anymore. I need to have Miss give me a massage tonight." After several hours of battle, even a Spirit Clan member felt exhausted. To prevent any accidents, Lu Zhao thought for a moment and decided not to drive himself, but to take a taxi instead.

She hailed a car on the side of the road, told the driver her destination, and then slumped back in the seat, feeling drowsy and almost falling asleep.

Her eyelids closed wearily, but her mind kept replaying the various moves her senior brothers had used in their fights over the past two days.

Every move and technique has a traceable pattern.

Once she has mastered these techniques, she can study how to block attacks and launch effective counterattacks.

She kept mentally rehearsing how to counter the moves until the car reached the vicinity of the Bureau of Superior Mental Health, at which point the driver woke her up.

Still a bit dazed, she paid the fare, and as soon as she got out of the car, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed.

"Be careful." A clear voice came from in front of her, and then a hand with distinct knuckles grabbed her tightly.

A cool, refreshing fragrance wafted into Lu Zhao's nostrils. She looked up and, upon meeting those extremely familiar eyes, instinctively took a step back and pulled her hand away from the other person's.

Don't look into her eyes!

She screamed at herself inwardly, her eyes darting away in a panic, "Th-thank you!"

"It was nothing." Si Ling tilted her head, and seeing her overly nervous appearance, she considerately took a step back. "We meet again, Miss Lu."

Lu Zhao secretly pinched his palms to keep himself awake, and casually replied, "It is quite a coincidence, hahaha..."

"Miss Lu, did you just finish a mission?" Si Ling asked casually.

But Lu Zhao didn't look up at her at all, staring at the ground as if there was gold on it. "Well, no, I just had some personal business to take care of."

Si Ling smiled and explained softly, "I forgot my things here at noon, so I just came to get them, and that's when I ran into you."