How to capture the evil villain? I choose to be his mother!

Chapter 527 The Useless Female Supporting Character's Sword Master Mother (30 pages)
Many fragmented images flashed through the boy's mind.

A half-smile, half-hearted, casual remark flowed past my ears.

Finally, he caught the sentence that impressed him the most—

"...First, my name is Chu Yi."

Zhu Wen nodded meaningfully:
"First day of the Lunar New Year."

The boy made no attempt to hide his pure joy when he heard her call his name.

His eyes were as bright as a puppy's, and he said bluntly:
I love it when you call my name! It sounds so nice!

That face became radiant and magnificent because of this joy.

Mingmiao and Secretary Wang, who were standing nearby, were both stunned.

pity.

Facing the young man's beautiful blessing, however, was someone who didn't understand romance at all.

"Oh, I see. Then I'll call your name more often in the future to make you happier."

If someone is being perfunctory, you can tell from their tone that they are not paying attention.

But the boy was particularly serious:
"Uh-huh!"

Mingmiao spoke cautiously:
"Sister Zhu..."

When Zhu Wen turned to look at Ming Miao, his gaze was noticeably more serious.

Even the tone of voice is different:
"what's wrong?"

Mingmiao's back stiffened.

She felt the boy named Chu Yi's gaze fall on her.

But there was none of the simple joy he showed when he was with Sister Zhu; instead, there was a kind of inhuman, deathly stillness.

Mingmiao could barely maintain her expression; she felt a chill run down her spine, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

"me……"

She stammered, her mind blank, unable to recall what she wanted to say.

Zhu Wen touched her forehead with concern:
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Mingmiao felt like her face was about to be stared through.

At this time.

Zhu Wen tilted his head slightly and gave her a look.

Chu Yi quickly understood and lowered his head, no longer daring to put pressure on Ming Miao with his eyes.

Mingmiao breathed a sigh of relief.

She saw the pitiful boy with his head down, as if he knew he was being disliked, and pursed her lips:

"I... I mean, we're not familiar with this fellow Daoist from the first year of junior high school yet, so isn't it a bit too sudden to make this decision like this?"

"Have it?"

Zhu Wen recalled for a moment.

The boy had been loitering around his neighborhood more than a dozen times since they entered the city yesterday.

So, it seems quite familiar.

However, Zhu Wen felt that Mingmiao's concerns were not entirely unfounded.

She turned back to the silent, head-down seventh grader:

Where do you live now?

"Bridge arch".

Answer honestly in the first year of junior high school.

Mingmiao and Secretary Wang were both stunned!

The boy gazed at the immortal-like figure, dressed in pristine white robes, untouched by the dust of the world.

I never imagined I'd end up sleeping under a bridge like a beggar!
Zhu Wen calmly nodded:
"Oh, I see. Perfect, then you can move in with us."

The first-year student was immediately overjoyed:
"it is good!"

When Zhu Wen and the others got up to leave the restaurant, he followed them without hesitation.

Secretary Wang couldn't help but remind him:
"Young master, why don't you go pack your things?"

No answer on the first day of the month.

Zhu Wen, look over here.

He only started speaking on the first day of the Lunar New Year:
"I have nothing to pack."

Zhu Wencai then remembered:

"So, do you have money?"

The first-year student was puzzled:

What is money?

Zhu Wen remained silent. Very well, here comes someone who wants to freeload.

Fortunately, she remembered that the first year of junior high school would soon come in handy, so she reluctantly nodded.

Then, he took out two spirit stones from his storage bag and gave them to him:
"Here you go, you can buy something if you need it."

Two spirit stones could buy a lot of things in other cities.

But this is Tiandu.

Cultivators are as common as dogs, and Nascent Soul cultivators are everywhere in Tiandu.

Those who can open shops here don't sell cheap goods; they sell everything related to cultivators.

Two spirit stones... that should be enough for a meal at the restaurant we just visited.

However, the boy didn't think Zhu Wen was stingy at all.

He was overjoyed.

He held those two spirit stones in his hands like treasures, eager to show them off to everyone he passed by!

A friendly reminder:

"Keep it safe."

The boy dared not show off any longer and obediently put the spirit stones away.

Since there was no need to pack his things on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Zhu Wen simply took him to register for the Heavenly Pride Tournament.

As the deadline approached, the registration area remained packed with people, and many more hesitated outside.

"Can I really go to the Heavenly Pride Tournament?"

"Waaaaah, I'll only embarrass my parents if I go up there, I think I'd better not go."

Give yourself a chance to prove yourself! Keep going!

"We made a bet to see who comes in higher!"

"Hahaha, we all have to be on the list!"

"..."

The Gathering of Prodigies, as the name suggests, is a place where young prodigies and elites gather.

Therefore, those gathered outside the registration area at this moment are all spirited and bright-eyed young people.

Even cultivators can maintain their youth through cultivation.

However, a person who has lived for hundreds of years looks very different from elites who are under 100 years old.

Arriving here, it's as if your very soul has been infected, becoming vibrant and full of life.

Mingmiao clasped her hands in front of her chest, looking at the people around her with a hint of envy.

Zhu Wen looked at the crowded and restless crowd with a headache, as well as the first-year students who knew nothing about the registration process.

Helpless, she turned to Mingmiao and said:
"You and Secretary Wang wait here. I'll accompany Chu Yi to register."

Mingmiao nodded obediently and stayed where she was with Secretary Wang.

Zhu Wen and Chu Yi's figures quickly disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.

Secretary Wang thoughtfully said to Mingmiao:

"Miss Ming, let's move to the side so you don't get crowded."

Mingmiao knew that Secretary Wang was being considerate of her mortal status.

The young prodigies who went to register were playing around and roughhousing, not holding back at all.

If we're not careful, Mingmiao might get caught up in it, and that would be bad.

Mingmiao nodded sensibly and was about to stand over there.

The girl, who was walking with her back to her, laughed loudly and swayed her body, accidentally bumping into Mingmiao.

"Ouch."

Mingmiao didn't say anything, but the girl started shouting and yelling.

She touched the hairpin on her head with heartache:

"My jade hairpin! I almost bumped into it! Who are you?! Can't you watch where you're going?"

The girl was unreasonable and domineering, and she immediately attacked Mingmiao.

Mingmiao pursed her lips, her eyes darting away.

Secretary Wang, who was about to speak, swallowed her words and quietly observed.

The girl had already seen Mingmiao's appearance clearly, and her expression changed instantly.

It was surprise, but also a subtle malice; he deliberately raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"So it's Miss Lu... Oh wait, you're not called Lu Mingmiao anymore! I forgot to ask, what's your name now?"

The girl's name was Zhao Yun, and she used to be Mingmiao's friend.

To be precise, it was a friend whom Mingmiao unilaterally acknowledged.

Later, when Mingmiao's true identity was revealed, it became clear that Zhao Yun had never considered them friends.

'...What kind of friend am I! I'm just trying to please you like a dog! If I say anything that upsets you, my parents will definitely yell at me when I get home! I hate you so much!'