Chapter 598: Cla.s.smates

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

“You're back!” The moment they landed, they saw Mi Le dressed in a tuxedo, seated on the sofa. He was smiling warmly at the few of them, as if he had been waiting a long time. “That was fast. You're Little Ying indeed – you found the spirit seed so quickly.”

“You gave him the authorization to open and close the divine realm?” Lonemoon turned to Shen Ying.

“Mm.” Shen Ying nodded. “I gave it to him the previous time.”

“…” Lonemoon frowned. Even Chef's expression darkened. Were they that close?

Mi Le set down the cup of tea in his hands and walked over to them. He was still smiling warmly as his gaze fell on the little child carrying the pot. He hesitated. “Eh? The spirit seed manifested so early?” He reached out toward the child.

Immediately, the little spirit seed took one step back to avoid his touch. He hid behind Lonemoon's legs, staring cautiously at the man in front of him. The spirit seed tugged at Lonemoon's robes. “Father.”

Lonemoon pursed his lips and pulled the child out from behind him. He pointed to Mi Le and said, “That's your father!”

The little spirit seed stared blankly at Lonemoon, then at Mi Le. He looked absolutely confused as to what to do next.

Shen Ying stepped forward and asked, “Flower, what's the result?”

Mi Le looked at her, confused. “Little Ying, can't you call me by my actual name?”

“No!”

“…” He sighed and gave her a look that said he did not know what to do with her. Shrugging, he said, “I've already asked around, but I didn't get much. It seems like the other party isn't even clear about things either.”

“So…” Shen Ying narrowed her eyes. “You came here empty-handed?”

“Er…” Mi Le hesitated, his grin widening. “Little Ying, don't say that. At least I confirmed that your previous guess was correct. It really did exist.”

“Is that right?” Shen Ying broke into a grin. “Flower, we haven't met for a long time. Have you forgotten what I said before?”

“N-N-No, I haven't,” Mi Le's face drained of all color.

“Wait!” The longer Lonemoon listened to this conversation, the more he could not help himself from stepping in. “What are the two of you talking about?” Why did this scene look like a failed business negotiation?

Shen Ying sucked in a deep breath and turned to address Chef and Lonemoon. “Both of you, wait for awhile. I'm trying to keep to the promise I made a long time ago.”

What promise?

Before either of them could respond, Shen Ying walked toward Mi Le. Suddenly, a strong aura filled the entire divine realm. She picked Mi Le up by the collar and threw him toward the s.p.a.ce in front.

“Wait, Little Ying! You're for real?” Mi Le's perfect and warm smile was wiped off his face. In its place was a look of horror.

“What are you trying to do? If you have something to say, say it nicely. You promised Older Sister Jing that you wouldn't hit me!”

“Doing this is wrong, Little Ying. How can you bear to hurt me? We were your only cla.s.smates… Ah!”

“Little Ying, I know I'm wrong. I'm wrong. But it's not my fault she didn't know. Ah ya ya…”

“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts… Calm down, calm down, Little Ying… Wait, you can't kick me there! Ah…. Ah~!”

Shen Ying was over the top with rage. Each blow she dealt on Mi Le seemed harder than the one before. What's more, she was aiming right for his face. The entire divine realm began to shake from the impact.

All of Mi Le's poise and grace were gone by now. His screams and wails echoed throughout the entire realm.

Lonemoon, who was in the audience but could not understand what was going on, took one look at the man who was being beaten out of shape. He could not help but nudge at Chef and ask, “Don't you think that Shen Ying… is. .h.i.tting him a bit too harshly?” They were cla.s.smates after all.

“I don't think so!” Yi Qing answered without hesitation. He walked over and retrieved his sword. “Master, you'll injure your hands if you keep this up. Why not use the sword instead?”

Lonemoon: “…”

Chef was really kicking the man when he was down, wasn't he?

Indeed, when dealing with love rivals, even the most principled people would throw their own logic and ideals aside. Lonemoon had to say that Chef was doing the right thing.

Thus ,he summoned his own storage bag and threw it over. “If you don't have enough swords, there are more here!” Go for it!

Don't stand on ceremony – please hit him as hard as you can!

Mi Le: “…”

Are you devils?

o(≧口≦)o

Shen Ying's beating lasted for an entire hour. The divine realm was threatening to fall apart before she finally stopped. Mi Le's face was so swollen that he resembled a pig. There was not one patch of skin untouched on his entire body.

He lay on the floor, tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked at the group of three of them. He wiped his cheeks as he whined disgustingly, “Little Ying, I've been so loyal to you. How can you bear to do this to me?”

Shen Ying's expression hardened. She tutted, “You're still itching to be beaten, aren't you?”

“No, no, no!” He trembled and wiped the disgusting expression off his face. Sucking in shallow breaths, he said, “You're still as violent as you were before. You didn't even bother to talk before you took action…” Mi Le trailed off mid-sentence as he reached up and touched his own deformed face. From out of nowhere, he pulled out a mirror and looked at himself before screaming.

“Ah!!! My face!” His expression changed immediately, he looked so angry that it was almost as if he could bring the entire sky down. Supporting his own heavily swollen face, he pointed at the group of them and said, “You… you… how can you bear to destroy my perfect face?!”

Lonemoon: “…”

Yi Qing: “…”

d.a.m.n it! Now even the two of them had the urge to beat him up!

“Little Ying, you're too much! You're just jealous, that's why you targeted my face.” Perhaps he had been triggered by seeing his own deformed face. The gentlemanliness that he put on earlier was now completely cast aside – he was showing his true colors. Again, from out of nowhere, he pulled up a little white box. As he looked into the mirror, he stroked his own face gingerly in an attempt to regain his looks. “I'm so seriously injured. I don't even know how many hours it would take me to recover. All I can do is hide this. Little Ying, do you have concealer?”

“Shut up!” Shen Ying glared at him.

“If you don't have concealer, foundation will work as well!”

“Do you want to die?”

“…” He finally sealed his mouth shut and turned around to retrieve a huge make-up bag. He began to work on his own face.

Lonemoon pursed his lips. He could not stop himself from asking Shen Ying, “Has he always been this way?”

“Mm.” Shen Ying nodded. After pondering for a moment, she said, “Normally, he'll be like that after someone exposes his true colors.” Otherwise, he could be quite the actor.

“…” Indeed, those from the administrative committee were all crazy!

Shen Ying seemed to have thought of something. Her expression darkened. “Back in school, whenever we went out on missions, he would always hide in a corner to touch up his make-up after fighting halfway.” Not only did he cause Shen Ying to have to fight for two, she even had to drag him back home after she was done. If she did not do that, he would turn around and report all her misdeeds to her older sister! Shen Ying could graduate from the administrative committee so quickly, partly because she was so disgusted by Mi Le.

“What was the promise that Master was talking about earlier then?” Yi Qing could not help but ask.

Shen Ying's expression darkened. A moment later, she said, “When I graduated, I swore that I would beat him each time I saw him atfer that!” Hmph, she still owed him a beating from the previous time. Once the swelling went down on his face, she would hit him again!

Yi Qing: “…”

Lonemoon: “…”

Alright, that was Shen Ying! Lonemoon was beginning to doubt what the people from the administrative committee said earlier. These two people did not seem to have any affection for each other – instead, it seemed like all they had was vengeance! The fact that Mi Le could live to this day was already impressive.