vstars Chapter 278 Rather than letting Young Master Lan claim to be the original author
Chapter 278 Rather than letting Young Master Lan claim to be the original author
Chapter 278 Rather than letting Young Master Lan claim to be the original author
"Quickly, help the four young masters down to rest!"
There was some panic at the banquet because four people collapsed to the ground, convulsing and groaning.
Ma Yiyi also suddenly stood up from her seat, and the small table behind her also fell to the ground with a "bang". She said in a panic and shortness of breath, "I'm going to relieve myself."
The screen in front of Ma Yiyi displayed a message: "Electric shock punishment countdown: 14 minutes and 50 seconds."
At this point, no one present was paying any attention to Ma Yiyi's behavior.
Fifteen minutes later—
The four young masters, Li, Lan, Zheng, and Chen, had already changed their clothes and returned to the banquet. They looked calm and composed, as if they were not the ones who had suddenly collapsed and convulsed.
The four people exchanged suspicious glances.
The four important young masters from prominent families returned to the banquet, and the heavy atmosphere at the banquet returned to normal. The banquet continued, and no one paid attention to Ma Yiyi, who had left under the pretext of "going to relieve herself" more than a quarter of an hour ago and still hadn't returned.
Even Wei Zhishu, who came to the banquet with Ma Yiyi, was completely focused on Xia Mo in front of him and didn't pay her any attention.
Inside the rest room arranged for guests at the Prince of Yan's residence—
Ma Yiyi rolled on the ground in pain, but the electric shock punishment continued. To prevent her from becoming numb to the pain, the live broadcast system deliberately paused the electric shock punishment for a while, and then continued, repeating this process.
Ma Yiyi bit her gums so hard that blood spilled from her mouth, but she suppressed the pain and couldn't make a sound.
Her electric shock punishment didn't end until 35 minutes later.
Ma Yiyi looked at the main quest progress, which had dropped to 56%, and was shocked, stunned, and incredulous.
Ma Yiyi, her voice hoarse with anger, questioned the live-streaming system: "Xia Mo's only appearance was stunning! Is it really necessary to deduct ten points from my task progress?!"
The live stream system didn't respond; instead, the chat was flooded with comments calling people "idiots."
Ma Yiyi had endured physical torment, and now she was enduring mental torment, but she knew that her rebuttals were useless.
Ma Yiyi tidied her clothes and returned to the banquet.
The people at the banquet remained the same; hardly anyone noticed her return.
"Please, Lord Anjia, show us your talents, shall we?" said the Prince of Yan.
After the screen separating men and women fell down, the Prince of Yan took the initiative to remove it. The Prince of Yan and his wife sat together, while the others remained in their original positions.
Xia Erge, who had also come to the banquet, felt a pang of anxiety.
"May I ask Your Majesty, by asking me to perform, where does this place my status?" Xia Mo retorted sharply.
The King of Yan was taken aback. A woman flattering a man is naturally a woman trying to please him, but Xia Mo's question must have a deeper meaning.
“Your Highness wishes to witness Mr. Yuanshan’s talent,” Princess Yan interjected.
“Showing off your talent is also a form of performing arts, I’ve learned my lesson,” Xia Mo said with a half-smile.
Don't think she didn't realize that the Prince of Yan didn't take her seriously at all.
The Prince of Yan's face darkened. If he were to test the students' abilities in the future, wouldn't that be tantamount to making the men perform? This was disrespectful.
Even if the Prince of Yan admitted that he had misused words, he couldn't. He was the high and mighty Second Prince of Yan! A strong contender for the throne, how could he bow down to a woman?
"I'm afraid I'll make a fool of myself," Xia Mo said, clasping his hands in a fist salute.
Soon, servants brought up a desk and writing implements.
Xia Mo stepped forward, picked up the brush, and the old woman beside him helped grind the ink.
A small excerpt of a poem collected from another world at the end of summer, written on paper.
Once the writing is complete and the ink is about 70% dry, a designated person will bring over a frame and hang it up.
"Beautiful calligraphy! Grand and magnificent!"
“‘Enjoy life while you can, for tomorrow you may die!’ What a wonderful line!”
Those at the banquet, upon seeing this passage imbued with mysterious energy, were deeply moved and couldn't help but praise it.
"boom--"
As if a thunderclap had exploded in Ma Yiyi's mind, she suddenly stood up from her seat again, her eyes wide with shock, almost popping out of their sockets.
How could this be...?
Before Ma Yiyi's eyes was the vibrant late summer, and her heart pounded violently. In her mind, she recalled the masked Yuanshan, who had been toying with her like a monkey!
"No wonder...no wonder..."
Ma Yiyi suddenly understood why Xia Mo had played a trick on her back then!
No wonder the main quest progress was forced to drop to 56%!
After figuring out the key point, Ma Yiyi felt even more distressed. It felt as if a million ants were gnawing at her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.
Ma Yiyi's gaze wandered; the "apprenticeship" task given to her by the live-streaming system was still active.
Xia Mo is in the distant mountains, how could he possibly accept her as a disciple?!
Ma Yiyi's live streaming system also did not expect that the person with special abilities would be Xia Mo. For a moment, the system program was blank and almost crashed due to overload.
Xia Mo is Yuan Shan, so the master-disciple mission definitely cannot be completed. Right now, the most crucial thing is that Xia Mo is the one with mysterious power. Even though Ma Yiyi and Xia Mo are mortal enemies, the live streaming system still does not want to give up the opportunity to obtain the mysterious power!
After nearly crashing, Ma Yiyi's live streaming system sent her a new task: to rekindle her friendship with Xia Mo.
Ma Yiyi found this latest mission utterly ridiculous. After Xia Mo learned that she had tried to kill her several times, how could they possibly rekindle their friendship?
The live streaming system popped up: If the host does not work hard to complete the task, an electric shock punishment will be imposed!
Ma Yiyi: "..."
The domineering live streaming system gave Ma Yiyi no chance to back down!
As Xia Mo felt the energy surging into her body, her expression remained unchanged.
"Excellent words! Excellent sentences! Put them away!" the King of Yan commanded impatiently.
He was the host of the banquet, and he could collect any calligraphy or paintings displayed at the banquet.
Xia Mo said, "The good words are mine, but the good sentences are not what I thought. I have an old book here, which I found by chance in a grave. I have prepared a copy for each of you this time."
"Oh?" At this moment, the Prince of Yan was still shocked by the mysterious power of the calligraphy and painting, and he felt inexplicably excited when he heard Xia Mo speak.
Xia Mo looked at Xia Erge.
Brother Xia stood up: "I will go and fetch it."
"I will send someone with you," the King of Yan immediately ordered his trusted men to accompany Xia Erge.
Xia Erge glanced at Xia Mo and walked towards his own carriage outside the Yan Prince's Mansion.
Inside the carriage were two large boxes, which contained the booklets with poems written on them.
Wasn't the system supposed to give the poem to Young Master Lan as a reward?
Rather than having Young Master Lan claim to be the original author, she should first copy all the usable poems from the other world, compile them into a thick book, and release it!
Sitting on the men's side, Young Master Lan's eyes were shining as he looked forward to seeing some good poetry. He was completely unaware that the rewards he had received from the live streaming system would soon become worthless. He was still smugly pleased with himself. No matter how good the poetry collection was, it wouldn't be as good as his!