Starry Sky Railway: The Slacking Sword Saint is Keeped by Fu Xuan

Qingque only felt a dark shadow flash by in her peripheral vision. She was startled and took a small step back in a panic.

Upon seeing the man's face clearly, Qingque's eyes gradually brightened. "It's you! The Sweeping Monk!"

Yu Chen was all smiles, ready to hear her praise him, but that earth-shattering shout of "Sweeping Monk" instantly silenced him.

His face froze instantly, and he stared at Qingque with a speechless expression.

"I mean... I think I told you that I was Xiao Fu Xuan's secretary that day, right? What the hell is this 'Sweeping Monk' thing?"

"Hehe~ That's about it, that's about it, don't worry about the details!"

Qingque scratched the back of her head and chuckled, then blinked her big, bright eyes at him and asked, "By the way... what the heck is 'Little' Fu Xuan?"

Although she is indeed small, a little smaller than me…”

Yu Chen squinted slightly and reminded her, his tone ethereal, "If you talk about her like that, she might catch you!"

"Hmph, the Grand Diviner wouldn't bother with something as trivial as what a lowly employee like me does! Besides... you're the one with the bigger problem!"

Suddenly, Qingque raised her fair arm and pointed at him with her delicate, jade-like fingers. After a moment of silence, she suddenly felt that pointing at someone like that was not very polite, so she lowered her finger.

People with such high moral character are simply amazing!

Yu Chen, on the other hand, spoke in a very relaxed tone, completely unaware that there was anything wrong with what he said.

"What problem could I possibly have? Little Fu Xuan is my Little Fu Xuan~"

Qingque pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at the man who had his arms crossed.

"Your little Fu Xuan... cough, Grand Diviner?"

But I heard you're the fortune teller Bao… cough, hers!

"Which one is that...please explain yourself clearly!"

Yu Chen's lips twitched slightly. This girl's tone was so broken and halting, it was as if he were Fu Xuan's kept gigolo!

While I do really want to be a kept man, he's more than an old man, and the idea of ​​a gigolo... just sounds too disgusting...

"It's just...you know what I mean, do I really have to spell it out for you? That's not a good idea, is it?"

Qingque's eyes blinked, and she asked in a charmingly coquettish tone.

"You...me!"

Yu Chen gritted his teeth, momentarily at a loss for words, having his mouth forcibly shut by someone with seemingly harmless words for the first time.

"Sigh... whatever, so what are you doing? Going to slack off again?"

The Sword Saint sighed, then put his hands on his hips and said in a low voice, his eyes slightly narrowed.

You just gave him a hard time, didn't you? Well, if you're slacking off again today, don't blame your diviner's personal secretary for being ruthless.

"No... I ran into Sister Xingxuan as soon as I went out, so I had to come back..."

Sigh, what a rare opportunity, what a pity~

Little Bluebird sighed helplessly, looking very sad and upset, as if not being able to touch it at work was a huge disaster for her.

Yu Chen said somewhat speechlessly, "It's almost time to get off work, do you really have to be in such a hurry?"

"Hmph, what do you know? Even skipping a minute early is a bonus! If you're never late, never leave early, and never slack off, then you've wasted your time at work!"

Qingque held her head high with an arrogant expression, as if she were uttering some profound truth.

"Hehehe..." Yu Chen laughed as he listened to her twisted logic, feeling that there was actually a strange truth to it.

Immediately afterwards, his expression slowly froze, because a pink figure suddenly appeared in his line of sight and was rapidly approaching the blue figure in front of him.

"See? I told you so. The word 'going to work' was created for the purpose of slacking off. Slacking off is going to work, and going to work is for slacking off. If you can't slack off by playing cards, then what's the point of going to this stupid job!"

She continued to preach eloquently, expressing her true inner thoughts.

Qingque always felt that the sweeping monk in front of her was the same kind of person as herself, so she held a strange sense of trust in him.

Things that people would normally never dare to say for fear of being reported by colleagues, now came out one after another like a swarm of locusts crossing a river.

Yu Chen's lips twitched slightly as he looked at Lord Fu Xuan, who was standing behind Qing Que with a gloomy expression, and silently swallowed.

I offer my condolences for you for a second, Miss Qingque.

Yu Chen closed his eyes sadly.

Goodbye, friend I haven't known for long.

"Hey...why did you suddenly close your eyes? Am I that ugly? Compared to the Grand Diviner, I'm not that much worse off, am I?"

Qingque frowned, pouted, and looked at him with a puzzled expression before taking her phone and leaning closer.

"Hey, add me as a friend. My name is Qing Que Lai. You... Yu Chen, right?"

"She's become quite famous in the Temple lately!"

Although this fame came about for some rather strange reasons.

"Ah."

Yu Chen nodded, glanced at Fu Xuan behind her, and his heart pounded.

Finding no signs of jealousy or attempt to stop her, Kun quickly took out his phone, scanned the QR code, and added Xiao Qingque as a friend.

"Oh~"

The girl suddenly exclaimed and looked at Yu Chen with great surprise at the two bright "Sword Saint" signs before his ID.

"You...you're so amazing!"

"I don't think he's nearly as good as your 'Wise Sayings of Slacking Off'~"

A ghostly voice suddenly rang out from behind her, instantly sending shivers down her spine.

Qingque froze on the spot, and after a long while, she slowly turned around like a rusty robot.

The Grand Diviner was looking at her with a smile, his expression incredibly gentle, though his eyes were narrowed, obscuring his true feelings.

Standing behind her was Miss Xingxuan, who had blocked her way at the door, staring at her expressionlessly.

A faint pity flickered in his eyes, as if he were looking at a corpse.

Qingque swallowed hard, unconsciously forced to retreat by the immense pressure.

Yu Chen dodged her "Iron Mountain Lean" and quickly slipped to Fu Xuan's side, also putting on a stern face and scrutinizing her seriously.

Qingque's little face scrunched up, feeling as miserable as someone who had swallowed a bitter pill.

She looked at Fu Xuan tremblingly, her eyes shaking uncontrollably, "Grand Diviner... when did you arrive?"

"When you were giving your lecture on the 'Bible of Slacking Off'."

Fu Xuan's tone was flat, but his gaze gradually turned cold, completely losing its warmth.

Chapter 56 Jingyuan? That's all in the past.

Qingque... Qingque was captured by Xingxuan. Yuchen and Fuxuan stood there staring at each other.

Are you... very familiar with her?

Fu Xuan asked casually, his eyes glancing at his phone.

Yu Chen blinked and said bluntly, "This is only the second time we've met! We shouldn't be considered close, right?"

"Oh, this is our second meeting..." Fu Xuan nodded knowingly, then crossed her arms and rested her hands on them, her fair fingers gently twirling a strand of hair that fell beside her ear.

"You added each other as friends after only two meetings? You have excellent social skills! Are you planning to become the social butterfly of the Temple?"

Yu Chen's expression gradually turned strange as he looked at the calm-looking Xiao Fu Xuan with a subtle gaze.

Even someone as oblivious as him could vaguely sense the sarcastic tone and underlying sarcasm in Xiaoyin's words.

"Fu Xuan..."

"Call me Grand Diviner."

Yu Chen's lips twitched; now he was completely certain.

This guy is 100% jealous!

Just because Little Bluebird was a little more familiar and affectionate with him?

But to be honest... I'm kind of happy!

My heart feels sweet.

"Yes, yes, my diviner. Shall we go eat together?"

Yu Chen pursed his lips, a ripple spreading across his face with a smile that rippled across his entire face.

He extended his hand to Fu Xuan, but the little diviner initially intended to give him the cold shoulder to show that he wasn't in a very good mood.

嗏

Her body moved on its own, and she gently placed a small, white hand in his palm.

Yu Chen closed his fingers and held her tightly; it felt soft and warm.

"I am not yours..."