Chapter 1362

The saying "a man is a boy till death" really isn't wrong—though now I should describe myself with "death like the wind, ever at my side."

A bit twisted, sure, but it's thrilling!

Lin Cheng took out a mirror, tried to straighten his face, and put on an act as he said a line.

After being teased again and again, Jueqing flew into a rage and clamored that she'd kill him, but she couldn't possibly kill him—not even hurt him.

With the system backing him up, what was there to be afraid of?!

"Alright, alright, the gloom and oppression of these past days have vanished like smoke. Time to get serious—there's still an assembly line and a magic-energy converter waiting to be built." 〃〃

Lin Cheng gradually got down to work inside.

Outside the forging room, Jueqing's eyes blazed with fury as she stared at the tightly shut door of the forging room. She could only vent by plucking the strings, unleashing a storm-like barrage of sonic attacks against the door—but not a single ripple stirred, not even a speck of dust was kicked up.

The seemingly raging storm of sonic attacks, the instant it met that door, was as if drawn in, and Jueqing's spiritual energy was drained for nothing.

Seeing this, Jueqing fell into thought. After a moment, she snorted coldly in anger, turned, and left the smithy.

Lin Cheng was hiding inside this turtle shell, and she simply couldn't do a thing about it. Moreover, the spirit within the pipa had told her that Lin Cheng, as the forger of the Lingbingjiu Society, held command over them. If he wished, in a single instant the other Lingbingjiu Society members would have swarmed her—and even it couldn't have protected her.

All these external factors forced Jueqing to abandon her plan. But the days ahead are long.

One day, she would definitely kill that bastard Lin Cheng!

Even if she didn't do it herself, as long as she saw Lin Cheng suffer misfortune, she'd be delighted.

Right! That's the plan!

Soon, Jueqing went to find Miss Qianhui to recount her ordeal—the whole process of being provoked and teased by Lin Cheng. She vividly reenacted the conversation between them at the time, and wore herself out telling it.

Miss Qianhui nodded half-understandingly, indicating she'd more or less got it.

Basically, Lin Cheng had teased and enraged Jueqing, and Jueqing had come to her demanding an explanation! And asking that Lin Cheng be properly punished!

"Don't worry, I'll definitely teach him a lesson!" Qianhui vowed, patting her chest in assurance.

In her heart she was also quite puzzled—Lin Cheng barely had any dealings with Jueqing, so why would he suddenly tease her?

She might be a bit silly and cute, but she wasn't dumb—how could she take Jueqing's one-sided word for it? What if Jueqing was trying to drive a wedge between them? Or what if Jueqing had designs on Lin Cheng on her own?

None of that was certain.

Night.

"Lin Cheng, Jueqing says you teased and provoked her. What's that about?" Before bed, Qianhui took the initiative to ask.

"I knew Jueqing would come to you. The truth is this…"

Lin Cheng, feeling the soft flesh at his waist gripped in someone's hand, quickly (Qian Hahaha) recounted the whole affair: from how he had Jueqing play him a tune, questioned her professional ability, then her own strings broke, yet she insisted he compensate her. With a mind to avoid trouble, he gave her a pipa. After Jueqing finished playing, Lin Cheng didn't think much of it, and Jueqing suddenly wanted to hit him and even attacked him.

Given Lin Cheng's fiery temper, he certainly couldn't back down—who'd have thought Jueqing wouldn't let it go either.

"That's roughly the situation."

Lin Cheng's account was roughly identical to Jueqing's, but he'd slipped in his own thoughts and leading remarks. That in itself wasn't a big deal, but without comparison there's no gap—Jueqing, not wanting their relationship to become too strained, had kept her description simple.