The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

After finishing his sword practice and returning home, Wu You washed up as usual.

As the hot water poured down, he closed his eyes, his mind still replaying the Phantom Clouds moves he had practiced that evening.

After washing up and lying in bed, he glanced at the Sword Codex panel before going to sleep.

Phantom Cloud Sword Technique (Beginner) (273/1000)

The Phantom Cloud Sword Technique has gained a little more experience points.

His two days of continuous virtual and real sword practice were worthwhile.

Wu You closed his eyes with satisfaction.

. . . . . .

the next morning.

Wu You stood in front of the mirror brushing his teeth, and then suddenly froze.

The face in the mirror is slowly transforming into something "perfect," with softer features, smoother skin, and even a slight fading of the youthful innocence between the eyebrows and eyes.

He sighed.

This matter is beyond our control.

However, this is a positive change, so it's not too bad.

After washing up, I went downstairs and practiced the Phoenix Cry Sword Technique in the small park for a while. After two rounds, my proficiency increased by 6 points.

Then I go home for breakfast, put on my backpack, and go to school as usual.

. . . . . .

When I arrived at the classroom, the morning reading session hadn't started yet, and it was quite noisy.

Wu You walked to his seat and was about to put down his backpack when he suddenly saw a note lying on the table.

It was neatly folded and placed in the center of the table, with something seemingly written on it.

He picked it up and unfolded it.

It says on the top: Are you free after school today? (See the back)

He turned the note over.

There's another line of text on the back: I know a place that specializes in selling swords (smiley face)

Wu You was stunned for a moment.

A place that sells swords?

He didn't know many people in his class, and those who did knew he practiced swordsmanship were mostly strangers.

He looked up and gazed at Hua Linlin's location.

On the other side, Hua Linlin's gaze was actually falling on him almost imperceptibly.

And at the moment Wu You looked up.

She tightened her grip on the book's pages, and then, just before Wu You's gaze fell upon her, she abruptly turned her face away, leaving him with only a cold and quiet profile—as if she had been completely absorbed in the words before her from beginning to end.

After a moment, she casually raised her eyes slightly.

Their gazes seemed to meet.

Then they parted ways immediately.

She lowered her head again, looking back at her textbook, her expression as calm as if nothing had happened.

Wu You, who witnessed the other party's entire action, blinked, feeling utterly bewildered: ?

However, he did not notice that Hua Linlin's black hair hanging down her shoulders had turned slightly gray at the tips of her ears, and her left hand, which was pressed under her textbook, had been quietly clenched into a small fist.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up his phone and sent her a message: "OK".

A moment later, the screen lit up.

Hua Linlin replied quickly, and her reply sounded calm and normal:

"Okay. See you at the crossroads at the school gate after school."

But only Hua Linlin herself knew how many times she had mentally rehearsed the possible scenarios before this.

Fortunately, everything is normal.

Having received a reply, Wu You put away his phone and continued his virtual sword practice for the day.

. . . . . .

Time always flies when you're focused.

Another day has passed.

When the school bell rang, Wu You was practicing the final move of the Phantom Cloud Formation.

A few minutes later, he came to his senses after finishing his sword practice and began packing his schoolbag.

Hua Linlin packed her things as usual, her movements unhurried and unhurried, showing no signs of anything unusual.

Wu Yougang picked up his schoolbag.

drip-

The phone rang.

He took it out and saw that it was the pure black work phone.

It was a message from Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan: "Xiao You, your documents are ready. I'm right next to your school now. Do you want to go to the bureau together? I can give you a ride."

He added, "The torchbearer's identification can only be collected by the person carrying it; I can't bring it to you."

Wu You was taken aback. The documents were ready?

So fast?

And this happens to be right at the time when school lets out.

Sending the message at this time must have been Lin Yuan deliberately timed it to coincide with his dismissal from school.

He thought for a moment and immediately replied, "Okay, Uncle Lin, I'll be right out."

As his strength increased, Wu You's need for swords diminished.

For Wu You, who possesses a cool aura and that peculiar power, aside from those truly divine weapons...

Whether the sword used is slightly better or slightly worse, it makes little difference.

Besides, we can visit the place that sells swords again tomorrow, so it won't have much of an impact.

It seems I'll have to cancel on Hua Linlin this time.

Thinking this, he put away his work phone, took out his personal phone, and sent a message to Hua Linlin.

"Sorry, something came up, let's get together tomorrow."

After distributing the sword, he picked up his schoolbag and the long cloth bag containing the sword, and walked out of the classroom.

And the crossroads next to the school gate.

Hua Linlin stood by the roadside, the afterglow of the setting sun falling on her, casting a long shadow.

Her face flushed slightly, and her mind was a jumbled mess.

"Just the two of us... isn't that a bit too ambiguous...?"

"I was too hasty... I should have looked up some tips on how to spend time alone with a guy first..."

She bit her lip, her fingers unconsciously twisting the strap of her schoolbag.

"What should I say later to avoid an awkward situation...?"

"Should I say that my cousin recommended that restaurant? Hmm, that would sound more natural..."

"No, no, wouldn't that make me seem too deliberate?"

"Should I say I just happened to be passing by and saw it? But that won't work, it'll look too fake..."

She was having an internal struggle.

drip-

The phone rang.

She took it out and looked at it.

It's news from Wu You.

"Sorry, something came up, let's get together tomorrow."

Hua Linlin stared at the line of words, and the blush on her face instantly turned into another kind of red.

It turned red.

"This is how I am...!"

Her hand holding the phone was trembling.

"Damn it...!"

She took a deep breath, then another.

"This is absolutely outrageous...!"

Just then, a voice rang out from the side.

"What's wrong, Linlin? You seem to be in a bad mood today?"

Hua Linlin turned her head to look.

A boy wearing the same No. 5 Middle School uniform stood to the side, his hair parted in a slightly messy style, and a gentle smile on his face.

It was Li Ming from the next class, one of Hua Linlin's suitors. He had sent her many love letters, but without exception, they were all politely rejected.

But this person is like a piece of chewing gum that you can't shake off; he keeps trying despite repeated defeats, but he never shows any sign of backing down.

As soon as Li Ming stepped out of the school gate, he spotted his goddess in the crowd. Moreover, his goddess seemed to be in a bad mood. Wasn't this a golden opportunity for him?

Thinking of this, Li Ming took a step forward, adopting a warm and gentle tone, and said softly:

"If you're not in a good mood, you can talk to me. I'm here to listen to you, Linlin."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"roll."

Hua Linlin uttered a single word.

She didn't even look at him; her eyes were fixed on a certain direction.

Li Ming was stunned for a moment, then looked in the direction she was looking.

At the school gate, a figure was walking out, carrying a schoolbag in one hand and a long cloth bag in the other.

He walked leisurely through the crowd and got into a black SUV parked on the side of the road.

The car door closed, the car started, and disappeared at the end of the street.

Li Ming turned around, as if he wanted to say something.

Hua Linlin had already turned and left.

They walked very fast.

Li Ming thought about the figure carrying the long strip of cloth, and then he remembered the word "get lost" uttered by the usually gentle goddess.

Li Ming raised his head, looking at the setting sun in the distance, which was gradually sinking but still radiating an orange glow, and sighed deeply: "Sigh—"

Just then, a boy also wearing the Fifth Middle School uniform walked over: "Hey Ming-ge—"

Li Ming recognized the voice as that of his top henchman, but he wasn't in the mood for casual conversation with him as usual. All he wanted to do was contemplate life: "Quiet, I'm thinking."