Chapter 70: A Cuckold’s Hat Falls from the Sky, Clown Dai Mubai Flees in Disgrace
Chapter 70: A Cuckold’s Hat Falls from the Sky, Clown Dai Mubai Flees in Disgrace
Although Dai Mubai himself was already considered ’useless’ due to certain unspeakable reasons and could no longer regain his manly prowess...
Zhu Zhuqing was, after all, his nominal fiancée and a key partner for his future Martial Soul Fusion Skill Cultivation!
Not to mention that the complex feelings in his heart for Zhu Zhuqing—a mixture of resentment and possessiveness—had never truly disappeared.
How could he stand by and watch Zhu Zhuqing be alone with another man, especially this Lin Qingmo, who was superior to him in every aspect?
"What do you think you’re doing?"
Xiao Wu’s figure flashed, blocking Dai Mubai’s path like a Teleportation.
Her small face was tense, her expression displeased.
"A-Qing is just helping Zhuqing measure her physical data to customize a training plan. This is serious business! Why are you jumping out to cause trouble?"
"Measure physical data?"
Dai Mubai looked as if he had heard a joke.
"Does measuring data require two people to be locked in a room alone? Who knows what kind of shameful deeds he’s really up to?!"
His voice suddenly rose, filled with thick sarcasm and suspicion.
The green hat was practically on his head; he really couldn’t take it anymore.
He suddenly looked at Zhu Zhuqing and said urgently, "Zhuqing, don’t listen to him. Who knows what his intentions are?"
"This kind of training method from an unknown origin might have hidden dangers."
"Don’t talk nonsense!"
Xiao Wu’s gaze instantly turned cold, like an ice blade.
Instead of backing down, she took a step forward, her eyes pointedly and with extreme disgust sweeping over a certain part of Dai Mubai’s lower body.
The corners of her mouth curled into an undisguised, highly lethal, mocking smile.
"Dai Mubai, why are you so excited?"
"Are you afraid A-Qing will do something to Zhu Zhuqing? Or... are you more afraid that some of your own secrets will accidentally be exposed?"
Xiao Wu’s Yin and Yang tone was crisp, but every word was like a needle.
"Whoa! What secret?"
Ma Hongjun, who had been shrinking his neck and watching the show from the side, immediately pricked up his ears.
His gossip soul was burning fiercely!
Besides chasing Zhu Zhuqing so closely, did Boss Dai have any other shameful secrets?
"!!!"
As if struck by a bolt of lightning, Dai Mubai’s whole body trembled violently, and his face turned pale in an instant.
He stared at Xiao Wu as if he had seen a ghost, his pupils contracting sharply.
Secret?!
Could it be... could it be they know?
That’s it!
That day at the Rose Hotel, he and Tang San were fighting intensely, and in the end, that insidious Tang San used Hidden Weapons... At that time, Lin Qingmo, Xiao Wu, and Ning Rongrong were indeed all present!
They saw it clearly!
Afterward, although he used his clothes to cover up and left in a hurry.
But with a Spirit Master’s eyesight, they might have guessed what happened.
If... if this matter was brought out in public, especially if Zhu Zhuqing found out... Dai Mubai felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, his whole body turning cold.
Wouldn’t he then become a huge joke?
What face would he have left to stay at Shrek Academy?
He would never be able to hold his head up in front of Zhu Zhuqing again!
The soaring anger and resentment from just now were like a punctured balloon, instantly deflating completely.
In its place was boundless fear and wariness.
He stared fixedly at Xiao Wu, his lips trembling, but he could no longer speak any tough words.
"You... don’t you dare spout nonsense here! You’re talking crazy!"
Dai Mubai’s voice was dry and hoarse, clearly a show of strength while weak inside, his confidence lacking to the extreme.
"Whether I’m talking nonsense or not, you know best in your own heart."
Xiao Wu crossed her arms and snorted, her posture full of confidence.
"Hurry up and take your wretched FattyChicken follower back where you came from. Don’t get in the way and interfere with A-Qing’s work!"
"You!!!"
Dai Mubai’s chest rose and fell violently, his teeth grinding audibly.
His fists clenched and then loosened, loosened and then clenched.
No... he couldn’t gamble... he absolutely couldn’t take this risk!
In the end, all the anger and frustration were suppressed by the fear of the secret being exposed.
Like a defeated rooster, he hung his head dejectedly.
"Let’s go!"
Dai Mubai squeezed these words through his teeth, his voice filled with endless humiliation and resentment.
He turned around abruptly.
Without even looking at Ma Hongjun, he strode towards the dormitory area.
His back looked somewhat flustered.
"Eh? Boss Dai? Wait for me!"
Although Ma Hongjun was completely confused and didn’t understand what had happened.
But seeing Dai Mubai’s look as if he were about to kill someone, he didn’t dare to ask more.
He hurriedly followed behind.
The two quickly disappeared at the end of the road.
Little did they know that Zhu Zhuqing’s gaze toward Dai Mubai’s back was full of contempt.
She had already known through the Chat Group that he was useless.
She didn’t expect him to still be avoiding the truth and deceiving himself.
Truly a coward... Inside the small wooden cabin.
The light was slightly dim.
Lin Qingmo had brought a simple wooden table from somewhere.
He spread out a piece of white paper and held a charcoal pencil in his hand.
"Relax, I’m just collecting data to provide a basis for the training plan."
Lin Qingmo’s tone was calm and professional, instantly diffusing the slightly awkward atmosphere in the room.
"Let’s start with the basic information."
"Your Spirit is the Hell Civet. Its characteristics are speed, agility, and concealment. Your attack style focuses on surprise attacks and striking vital points, right?"
Zhu Zhuqing nodded, somewhat surprised by Lin Qingmo’s understanding of her Spirit.
"So, when you usually Cultivate, what do you feel is your biggest Bottleneck or trouble?"
"For example, insufficient endurance? Or is the recovery after an ultimate burst too slow?"
Lin Qingmo asked while quickly recording on the paper.
Zhu Zhuqing thought carefully and answered seriously, "My spirit power consumption is very fast after sustained high-speed movement, and I always feel that the penetration of my attacks is a bit lacking. It’s very difficult when encountering opponents with strong defense."
"Hmm, typical problems for the agility-attack system."
"Next, I need to measure some of your physical data."
Lin Qingmo took out a simple measuring tape.
"Height, weight, arm span, leg length—these are the basics."
"Then some circumference data, such as chest, waist, hips, and thighs. This relates to your center of gravity distribution and force-generation efficiency."
"..."
Zhu Zhuqing’s cheeks felt slightly hot.
But seeing Lin Qingmo’s clear eyes and disciplined movements, acting entirely with a business-like research attitude, she also slowly relaxed.
She cooperated by raising her arms, turning around, and standing straight.
The measurement process was very fast.
Lin Qingmo’s technique was skillful; every contact was brief, never lingering, appearing very professional.
The data was recorded one by one on the paper.
Then, Lin Qingmo asked some deeper questions that made Zhu Zhuqing even more red-faced.
"Is your menstrual cycle regular? Roughly how often? How many days does it last each time? Is the physical reaction significant during those days? Do you have obvious discomfort, fatigue, or a sense of sluggishness in your spirit power?"
"Ah? This... you have to ask about this too?"
Zhu Zhuqing suddenly froze on the spot.
From her cheeks to her neck, she instantly turned deep red, even the tips of her ears looked like they were about to bleed.
Her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, so embarrassed she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
How could she discuss such an extremely private matter with a boy she had only known for a few days?
"This is very important, definitely not insignificant."
Lin Qingmo’s expression was exceptionally serious and earnest, without a hint of joking.
"A female Spirit Master’s physiological cycle will directly affect her physical state, spirit power activity, neural reaction speed, and even emotional stability."
"In high-intensity training, if these periodic changes aren’t considered and a fixed intensity is blindly adopted, at best it’s half the result for twice the effort, and at worst it could cause hidden damage to muscles, Meridians, or even the uterus, affecting your long-term Foundation."
"Training must be scientific and personalized. We cannot be careless in this regard, and certainly cannot ignore it because of shyness."
His tone was firm and decisive, carrying an unquestionable persuasiveness.
Zhu Zhuqing was stunned.
She had never heard of such a theory.
In her Family, female Spirit Masters were at most reminded to rest during their special period; no one had ever linked it so precisely to Cultivation intensity.
Looking into Lin Qingmo’s clear and focused eyes.
There was only pure inquiry into the’subject,’ without the slightest stray thought.
The bashfulness in Zhu Zhuqing’s heart was gradually replaced by a strange sense of conviction.
Perhaps... he really was right.
To become stronger, these details should not be avoided.
She took a deep breath, suppressing her almost burning shyness, and in a barely audible voice, answered Lin Qingmo’s questions haltingly.
Lin Qingmo listened very carefully.
He nodded from time to time, adding a few more notes on the paper.
The atmosphere in the entire wooden cabin seemed to have truly turned into a rigorous laboratory.
(End of Chapter)
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