SWDnovel Chapter 17 Martial Arts Master
Chapter 17 Martial Arts Master
"Oh, I thought you weren't feeling well."
Su Yang's voice came through the receiver, tinged with a hint of probing.
"No, nothing," Zhang Qingning quickly denied.
"Haven't seen you all day, did you miss me?"
Su Yang's tone was sweet and cloying, as if she were pouting.
"Yes, I want to!"
Han Yu stood aside, watching her awkward and embarrassed appearance, a playful smile appearing in his eyes.
He reached out and placed his hand on Zhang Qingning's head, stroking her hair.
"ah."
A short gasp escaped Zhang Qingning's lips, though she immediately pursed them tightly.
Even the slightest movement was faithfully captured by the microphone.
"Lime, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Su Yang, who was on the other end of the phone, sensed something was wrong and pressed for an answer.
Zhang Qingning's heart raced.
My brain raced for a second, and I blurted out, "No, no, I swallowed something while eating, I swallowed it."
The last syllable of his voice trembled almost imperceptibly.
Zhang Qingzhi, who was standing nearby, took in the whole scene, and a hint of indescribable surprise flashed in her eyes.
He tilted his head slightly, scrutinizing his younger sister.
In her memory, her younger sister was always the epitome of a well-behaved girl, speaking softly and blushing when she saw boys, and even stuttering for a long time when telling a little lie.
But what about now?
His ability to adapt to changing circumstances is first-rate; when he lies, there is really no flaw in his face.
It wasn't because of composure, but because another, more turbulent emotion overshadowed the guilt and panic.
"Qingning, why aren't you turning on the camera?" Su Yang's voice rang out again, tinged with doubt.
"It's not convenient, my sister is changing clothes."
Zhang Qingning's voice, though broken, managed to convey the complete message.
Su Yang was silent for a second, then responded with a half-understanding, "I see."
He was thinking to himself.
Sister, you're changing clothes, why don't you just turn the camera away? Why can't you video chat?
However, he suppressed the thought after it only went through his mind once.
He knew that if he pressed on and upset the other person, he would end up having to grovel and coax them, so why bother?
So he changed the subject, and just as he was about to say something, Zhang Qingning on the other end of the phone spoke first.
"Brother Yang, is there anything else? If not, you can hang up now."
The tone was as if they were telling him to leave.
Su Yang wouldn't agree, her voice becoming even sweeter, "It's nothing, I just missed you, please don't hang up, okay? I missed you so much today, did you miss me too?"
Han Yu's hand landed on Zhang Qingning's hair again, his five fingers slightly curled up, and he gently rubbed it.
His movements were gentle, as if he were soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.
Then, he slowly shook his head at Zhang Qingning, his meaning clear: don't hang up.
Zhang Qingning shuddered. "Yeah, Yang-ge, I miss you too. I love you."
She paused, then suddenly asked, "When are you coming to pick me up?"
These words were like a flare thrown into the dark depths of the sea, briefly illuminating the deepest hope in her heart.
However, Su Yang, who had just been speaking sweet words on the other end of the phone, suddenly started to stutter.
"Um, Qingning, I... I've run into a little trouble here."
His voice became hesitant, as if he had done something wrong, "I might... I might not be able to pick you up recently, I'm sorry."
Click.
Zhang Qingning heard the sound of something breaking.
That was probably the last flicker of hope in her heart, extinguished by those few light words.
Yang Ge can't come. He can't pick us up. I've been abandoned. I'm going to be stuck here forever.
th.
Su Yang's words just now sounded to her like a death sentence.
It was as if the last bit of strength in her body had been drained away.
The call was on speakerphone, and Su Yang's apologetic "I'm sorry" also reached his sister Zhang Qingzhi's ears.
Surprisingly, Zhang Qingzhi did not experience the same intense emotional fluctuations as her sister.
Everything was as she expected.
Even before the incident occurred, she had vaguely guessed this outcome. Su Yang's words at this moment only confirmed her prediction and indirectly proved that the choice she had made earlier was correct.
"I'm so sorry, Qingning." Su Yang raised his voice. "Don't worry, Qingning, just wait a little longer, just a little longer. I will definitely find a way to save you, believe me!"
His voice was passionate and impassioned, full of youthful enthusiasm and passion. However, that passion, passing through the cold electromagnetic waves, seemed distant and empty in this dimly lit room, like a hollow statement.
"Mmm," Zhang Qingning responded, the passion from before long gone.
now.
Han Yu stood by the bed, looking down at the scene before him.
His gaze traced the past inch by inch, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.
This delicate and exquisite waistline is truly the most ingenious work of the Creator.
"Hey, Lime, why aren't you saying anything?"
Su Yang's voice burst from the phone again, like a sudden starting gun.
Zhang Qingning bit her lip tightly, tears silently sliding down her cheeks and soaking into the velvet fabric beneath her.
It was disappointment, it was desolation.
She tried to grasp something, but couldn't grasp anything; it was as if she had fallen into a silent abyss.
This is the current situation, this is reality, this is the reality that she and her sister cannot escape.
Survival or dignity?
One of them must be given up.
They chose the former.
Before Su Yang could reply, she suddenly stretched out her finger and pressed the hang-up button hard.
The room fell silent.
Su Yang looked at the "Call ended" message on his phone screen, completely baffled.
What's wrong with Lime today? Something's off about her.
He frowned and thought for a while, then finally just shrugged and tossed his phone aside. Oh well, whatever, let her be.
……
Several hours passed.
Han Yu lay comfortably on the bed.
The sheets were wrinkled and damp.
He took a deep breath, the smoke swirling in his mouth before he exhaled, only to greedily inhale it back through his nose.
The astringent taste of tobacco, mixed with a certain damp and sticky smell in the air, bursts on the tip of the tongue.
He let out a long breath.
Awesome. Absolutely, so awesome.
Just as he was about to close his eyes and savor the moment, the cold, mechanical voice in his mind rang out.
[Reward: Martial Arts Master]
Han Yu paused, his fingers holding the cigarette, and his eyebrows raised slightly.
Martial arts master.
These four words swirled in his mind. He looked down at his palms, then at the two sisters who were already fast asleep on the bed, and a strange thought arose in his mind.
"Martial arts master? What does he do?" he asked himself silently.