Chapter Twenty-Four: The Mad Yuyue

Qin Sheng was not actually drunk; she had simply been tired and closed her eyes to rest for a while. When Song Qing’an picked her up, she had already awakened, but she felt too embarrassed to open her eyes.

She couldn’t understand why Song Qing’an treated her so well. Lin Xing and the others were kind to her because she had saved them before; there was a debt of gratitude. But Song Qing’an had never really gone through anything with her. It was as though they were inexplicably connected by fate.

Qin Sheng couldn’t make sense of her own feelings, so she gave up thinking and drifted off to sleep.

Early in the morning, Qin Sheng woke slowly, rubbing her head in frustration. Though she could hold her liquor decently, she still shouldn’t drink too much—her head always hurt the next day if she did.

“Shengsheng, you’re awake. I made you some hot soup; you’ll feel better after drinking it.” Jiang Miaomiao was the only one among them who hadn’t drunk any alcohol. She had been worried, so she got up early to make some soup for everyone.

Qin Sheng glanced at Jiang Miaomiao and chuckled softly, taking the hot soup she’d prepared. She blew on it gently and took a sip; sure enough, she felt much better.

“Feeling better? There’s still some hotpot left from last night. I added a bit of water so we can have another meal, though it probably won’t be as spicy as before.” Jiang Miaomiao scratched her head a little sheepishly. If it weren’t for the apocalypse, she would never let her friends eat leftovers.

Qin Sheng wasn’t particular about food; she just felt Jiang Miaomiao seemed to have grown up in the blink of an eye. Just a few days ago, she had still been a little girl who cried out of fear.

“You’re so good, Miaomiao,” Qin Sheng said with a smile, her tone full of praise.

Jiang Miaomiao grinned, “I promised you—I’ll live well.”

Qin Sheng didn’t say much more, just nodded and downed the soup in one go, agreeing with her in her own way.

“Pack up your things, I’m going to bring hot soup to Lin Xing and Xingyu,” Jiang Miaomiao said, leaving the dorm with the freshly filled bowls.

Qin Sheng watched her leave, slightly dazed, then shook her head with a smile and went to wash up.

Ten minutes later, when Lin Xing and Chu Xingyu went up to the rooftop, Jiang Miaomiao and Qin Sheng had already begun training.

Jiang Miaomiao had mastered the techniques Qin Sheng had taught her in the past few days. After a simple warm-up, Qin Sheng immediately began teaching her some new moves.

“Grandma, why do you always give Miaomiao private lessons when we’re not around?” Lin Xing’s voice was hoarse from drinking too much the night before, even after having some hot soup.

Jiang Miaomiao raised her eyebrows proudly, “You can’t even beat me; why would Shengsheng give you extra lessons?”

Lin Xing remembered their duel from yesterday all too well. Realizing his current weakness, he could only admit defeat.

Chu Xingyu seldom argued and obediently followed Qin Sheng, practicing his horse stance.

“Let me see the books Song Qing’an gave you yesterday,” Qin Sheng said, after outlining Jiang Miaomiao’s training plan, as she walked over to Lin Xing and Chu Xingyu.

Lin Xing looked a bit embarrassed. If he’d been sober, he’d have refused that pretty boy’s gifts no matter what. But the combination of alcohol and the allure of that beautiful dagger had overwhelmed him. He’d even accepted a secret manual, which, on inspection, was truly impressive.

Chu Xingyu, ever the well-behaved one, handed the book to Qin Sheng, along with the tiger dagger.

Qin Sheng’s eyes went straight to the tiger dagger. Unlike Jiang Miaomiao’s, this one looked extremely sharp, and would be difficult to train with—if not careful, one could easily hurt themselves.

“Have you named it yet?” Qin Sheng asked casually.

“Little Tiger,” Chu Xingyu announced proudly, revealing the name he’d thought up the night before.

Qin Sheng rubbed her brow. Everyone had the right to their own interests, and she chose to respect that. Still, this name sounded exactly like something the unlucky Lin Xing would come up with. She had underestimated Chu Xingyu.

“Grandma, mine is really cool! It’s called ‘Dragon and Lin Xing, Side by Side!’” Lin Xing couldn’t wait for Qin Sheng to ask and introduced his own name.

That was just too over the top.

Qin Sheng couldn’t help but rub her throbbing temples.

“Isn’t it awesome?” Lin Xing boasted to Jiang Miaomiao.

Jiang Miaomiao rolled her eyes in disdain. “You might as well call it ‘Dragon Proud Sky.’”

Lin Xing thought it o