Chapter 4: Little Jianjian
Sword Douluo and Qin Jian sat side by side in the restaurant.
The food had already gone cold, but the two did not feel hungry.
"As long as you don't go against your own heart..."
Seeing that Qin Jian was a little depressed, Sword Douluo deliberately said in a relaxed tone: "You have to save face for the teacher this time. I have been laughed at by Old Gu for three years."
Qin Jian came back to his senses and looked up and said: "Teacher, don't worry. I will not lose to Gu Yue again in the future."
Sword Douluo's expression moved, and he said: "Although you have comprehended my realm of being like a sword, your soul power is too low after all, and Gu Yue has already reached level 15 soul power."
"Then I'll improve it a little in the next few days."
Qin Jian looked unconcerned.
"Umm Rongrong?"
SWORD Douluo tilted his head and said, "I remember that you haven't interacted with Rongrong for three years, how come you can see immediate results now?"
Qin Jian smiled and said, "Teacher, I haven't written the next draft for the story you told Rongrong recently. If she wants to continue listening, she can only come to me."
Sword Douluo opened his eyes and couldn't help but tap Qin Jian's head gently: "No wonder you, little guy, would kindly write a story for me to tell. It turns out that it was not to help me out..."
Qin Jian touched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "It was also for the teacher. Didn't the teacher feel so entangled by Rongrong those days?"
Sword Douluo shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, do whatever you want. The teacher has only one request."
Qin Jian's expression was serious: "Teacher, please speak."
"No matter what time, don't hurt others for the sake of hurting others. That kind of guilt will torment you for the rest of your life." Jian Douluo said.
"Yes, teacher, I remember." Qin Jian said seriously.
"And that's it..."
Sword Douluo touched his head and warned him, "If Rongrong has real feelings for you and can't let it go for many years, then after you become a god, you must not let her down. After all, she is our most beloved little princess."
Qin Jian agreed, "Okay, teacher."
This is what he wanted to do. A breakup with a broken relationship will naturally not look back, but if it is a deliberate breakup, he also wants to make up for it later...
"Bang."
Just as Qin Jian and Sword Douluo finished their words, the door of the small building was suddenly pushed open roughly, and a coquettish girl's voice came over: "Grandpa Jian, Grandpa Jian, Rongrong wants to listen to your story!"
Sword Douluo and Qin Jian looked at each other when they heard this. How come she came to the door just when we mentioned her...
The two walked down the spiral staircase and saw Ning Rongrong, who was wearing a green short skirt and long hair down to her waist, sitting on the sofa, her two clean little feet shaking non-stop.
"Rongrong, Grandpa Sword has been telling you stories every day recently. He must be very tired. How about I tell you one today?"
At this time, a young man in black tights ran in.
He ran straight to Ning Rongrong, his face full of flattery.
"Stinky bones, go away. I don't want to listen to your stories. It's boring!"
Ning Rongrong raised her head and crossed her arms, not even looking at him.
"Stinky bones..."
Qin Jian's mouth twitched.
The nickname given by Ning Rongrong, this little witch, is really hard to describe. I hope she won't give him...
"Grandpa Jian! Grandpa Jian! Where are you!"
Ning Rongrong made a trumpet shape with her hands: "Rongrong wants to listen to Zhang Xiaofan's story-"
"Come on, come on, Grandpa Jian is here..."
Qin Jian glanced at Sword Douluo beside him.
He had a wooden face just now, but in an instant, his face was full of doting smiles, and he walked up in two steps.
"How can this not be the little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect? Look at how you Titled Douluo have spoiled her..."
Qin Jian curled his lips in silence.
Although his teacher was very kind to him, he was very strict during the training. He was not like when he was with Ning Rongrong, holding it in his hands for fear of it falling, or holding it in his mouth for fear of it melting...
And it was not just him, the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, from the Sect Master Ning Fengzhi to the two great priests Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo, were all like this.
This is how Ning Rongrong developed the temperament of a little witch...
"Grandpa Jian, tell Rongrong the story of Zhang Xiaofan quickly. What happened after his identity was exposed?
Was he punished by the sect? And Bi Yao,
what happened to him and Bi Yao later?"
Ning Rongrong rushed over impatiently.
Sword Douluo could only catch her. He glanced at Qin Jian who was walking slowly towards him and said, "Well, what happened later, Grandpa Jian doesn't know either..."
"Ah? Grandpa Jian, how can you not know what happened later when you tell a story?"
Ning Rongrong pouted and pretended to rub her eyes, "Woo woo... Rongrong can't sleep without listening to stories... Grandpa Jian doesn't like Rongrong anymore..."
"No, no... Grandpa Jian didn't lie to you." Sword Douluo said in a panic.
They knew Ning Rongrong was being petty, but Jian Douluo and the others fell for it.
"This story was written by Jian'er, and only he knows the subsequent plot..." Jian Douluo pointed at Qin Jian and said hurriedly.
Ning Rongrong looked up in confusion and saw Qin Jian standing quietly behind Jian Douluo.
The handsome face of the young man made her eyes brighten: "Hey... You are Grandpa Jian's direct disciple, the one who has full innate soul power but has not improved in three years... Um... That... That... Little Jianjian, right?"
Little Jianjian...
Qin Jian's little hands trembled, and he said directly with a blank expression: "My name is Qin Jian."
"Oh..."
Ning Rongrong got off Sword Douluo, came in front of him, and asked expectantly: "Did you really write that story about Zhang Xiaofan? Little Jianjian..."
Qin Jian's face darkened: "It was not written by me!"
He turned around and left: "I'm going to sleep, goodbye!"
Sword Douluo couldn't help but smile.
After so long, he finally saw Qin Jian's temper like a child.
Just now he said that he wanted to get close to Ning Rongrong to improve his soul power, but it was ruined because of a nickname.
"Don't go, don't go!"
Ning Rongrong knew why Qin Jian was like this as soon as she rolled her eyes. She hurried forward and grabbed his sleeve: "If you tell me the story of Zhang Xiaofan, I won't call you little Jianjian anymore."
Qin Jian didn't even turn his head: "I'm not interested in telling you stories."
"Qin Jian, why don't you even agree to Rongrong's request!"
At this time, Gu Yue, who had always looked unhappy, suddenly interrupted, causing Ning Rongrong to nod repeatedly: "That's right, how can you not agree to Rongrong!"
"I've been practicing for a day, I'm tired, I want to rest."
Qin Jian still looked like a heart of stone, and walked all the way to his bedroom.
And Ning Rongrong was dragged over because she was still holding his sleeve.
"Practice? With your soul power that hasn't increased in three years, it won't be the same no matter how much you practice."
Gu Yue crossed his arms, with a bit of arrogance on his face: "You haven't given up after losing to me for three consecutive years? I think you are still suitable for telling stories to Rongrong, and practicing is not suitable for you."
Qin Jian suddenly stopped and looked back at Gu Yue.
His eyes were calm, but suddenly made Gu Yue feel a little pressure.
"Shut up, you jerk!"
To Qin Jian's surprise, Ning Rongrong turned around at this moment. She put her hands on her hips and said to Gu Yue, "What you said just now was too much. You should apologize to little jianjian... um... Qin Jian!"
(End of this chapter)