The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 421 - 420: Gifting a Dagger

After finishing the late-night snack, everyone’s mouths and hands were black.

They said goodnight while still "blackened" and returned to their respective homes, each going their own way.

Only, Nian Shutong was still following the direction Fu Yunhe had taken.

"Are you seeing me back to my room?" Fu Yunhe couldn’t help himself and asked.

"Um?"

Caught off guard by the question, Nian Shutong had to repeat the sentence in her head. After doing so, she felt like laughing but deliberately asked, "Shouldn’t I?"

"Isn’t it basic etiquette to see you back home after treating you to dinner?"

Basic etiquette?

Fu Yunhe looked into Nian Shutong’s eyes, which were sparkling with "interest," and knew she was teasing him.

But who said she was the only one who could play?

Fu Yunhe put on his most coquettishly shy expression, and with a magnetically voiced question as he looked up from his lowered gaze, he said, "Does that mean you were too shy to ask me out alone and had to drag everyone else along?"

"No need for that!"

Fu Yunhe gazed at Nian Shutong with ’deep affection,’ but all he saw was Nian Shutong raising an arm, which then came swiftly down.

"Slap!"

"Dare to toy with me? And you almost had me believing you!"

Nian Shutong slapped Fu Yunhe on the head.

She pulled off the two green stalks tied around her waist and handed them to Fu Yunhe.

Fu Yunhe, who had been slapped, naturally wasn’t angry, but he also didn’t dare to claim that his feelings weren’t genuine.

Clearly, Nian Shutong was not yet ready to accept any other relationship between them.

"What’s this?"

Fu Yunhe held it in his hand and asked Nian Shutong.

"It’s from the sorghum plant. If the sorghum doesn’t produce heads, it becomes this thing called ’Qing.’"

"I’m telling you, it’s not easy to find, thanks to my excellent seeds."

"But it has a very unique taste. I only found four altogether, and this one is for you."

As Fu Yunhe looked at the two ’Qing’ in his hand, the haze of being rejected just moments before was swept away.

She had saved them especially for him.

"Let’s have a taste."

Fu Yunhe peeled one, revealing a slender piece of food, ashy white on the top and gradually darkening towards the bottom, its size and thickness resembling a finger.

"Here, you eat first!"

Nian Shutong saw Fu Yunhe, then looked down at the Qing, and refused, "I don’t want to share one with you."

"?"

"I mean, they’re both for you."

Fu Yunhe genuinely liked Nian Shutong’s straightforwardness, but sometimes he also felt helpless about it.

"I see..." Nian Shutong took it, bit off half in one go, and nodded while munching, gesturing to Fu Yunhe with muffled sounds.

"I get it, I’m eating it now."

After Nian Shutong finished her piece, Fu Yunhe peeled the last one and ate it at her urging.

"How is it?"

"Tasty, just like you said—it has a very unique flavor."

"See!"

Nian Shutong felt a satisfied pride in being right, but now that she had eaten, it was time for her to cultivate.

She wanted to unlock the Mouse Sculpture and the Monkey Sculpture before Fu Yunhe left, intending to follow him on his trip.

Of course, she wasn’t going to school—Nian Shutong felt like a family head, and when a family member was traveling far for education, as a responsible ’parent,’ she ought to see him off.

"Goodnight, Xiao He."

"Goodnight, Nian Shutong."

They bid each other goodnight and went their separate ways.

The next day dawned, and Fu Yunhe rose early; he took a silver spear and practiced on an open piece of ground.

When Ms. Nian Shutong returned, she even gave a few pointers.

After the practice, Ms. Nian Shutong asked, "Do you find the length of the spear comfortable?"

"How about the weight? Too light or too heavy?"

Fu Yunhe knew she must be preparing something when Ms. Nian Shutong asked with such detail.

"Are you going to give me a spear?"

"Yes, I can craft weapons and am planning to make a good one for you."

As she spoke, Ms. Nian Shutong’s wrist flicked, and a pitch-black dagger appeared in her palm.

"This is made from the horn of a fierce beast. Don’t be fooled by its unassuming black appearance—it’s actually very sharp."

"I think it could pierce a mecha, but I guess Rubble wouldn’t let me try."

Before Fu Yunhe could respond, another familiar voice chimed in.

"Who is calling Rubble?"

Rubble came over from a distance, having heard his name and thus changed directions.

"No one, it’s nothing," Ms. Nian Shutong quickly denied.

Rubble, with his large head, looked at them with an unmistakable suspicion.

"Ms. Nian Shutong, Rubble’s body has been upgraded and enhanced to a very sensitive state."

"Someone just called Rubble’s name, and it was regarding a mecha."

Ms. Nian Shutong, faced with Rubble’s insistence on getting to the bottom of it, stepped forward with her not-yet-gifted dagger in hand.

"How about this dagger, do you think it’s good? I want to see if it’s more powerful or if the mecha is sturdier."

"Will you let me... Hey! What are you doing!"

Before Ms. Nian Shutong could finish, Rubble had taken the dagger and, unbelievably, cut towards his own finger with it.

"Are you insane!"

For the first time, Ms. Nian Shutong roared in anger, snatching back the dagger and grabbing Rubble’s finger.

At this moment, there was a clear gap on Rubble’s mechanical finger, inflicted by the dagger’s slice.

"What do we do now? How do we heal this wound?"

"Can I perform healing on you?"

Ms. Nian Shutong was unsure if spiritual power would have any effect on Rubble’s external injury.

Rubble didn’t understand what had happened, but he sensed that Ms. Nian Shutong was angry.

"Ms. Nian Shutong, Rubble was just collecting data to test the sharpness of the dagger."

"Shut up!" Ms. Nian Shutong glared at Rubble with a fiery gaze, her voice not loud but heavy with oppression, she demanded, "How do you heal?"

Rubble didn’t dare to speak and obediently answered, "With a crystal stone."

Without looking at Rubble, Ms. Nian Shutong took out a top-grade crystal stone, bowed her head and focused on Rubble’s wound, asking, "Where do I place it? How do I use it?"

"Place it on Rubble’s wound."

Ms. Nian Shutong pressed the top-grade crystal stone roughly against Rubble’s wound.

"Fu Yunhe!"

"Here!"

Fu Yunhe responded with the quickest speed, his voice filled with readiness to cooperate.

"Come and hold this down!"

Fu Yunhe took over from Ms. Nian Shutong at his fastest speed, pressing down on Rubble’s wound.

Ms. Nian Shutong handed the dagger to Fu Yunhe, saying, "Keep it safe. I’ll craft flying knives for you later."

"Okay, thank you."

Fu Yunhe didn’t dare to speak another unnecessary word; Ms. Nian Shutong was angry. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

Ms. Nian Shutong turned to leave, but Rubble, fearlessly, spoke up again despite Fu Yunhe’s warning glance.

"Xiao He, your eyes might have developed a disorder; please seek treatment soon."

"Ms. Nian Shutong, may Rubble study that dagger? Its crafting method is quite unique, and Rubble wants to know the relevant data."

"To hell with your damned data!"

"Endure it!"

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