Little Widower (Female A, Male O) [ChatGPT Translation]

Chapter 11 - Jinjiang first release

Jinjiang's first release

The disciples in the martial arts arena were engaged in lively one-on-one battles, with shouts and cheers filling the air. Suddenly, a tall and slender young man with a blue silk headband and a narrow-sleeved, waist-bound short robe appeared abruptly before everyone. There were traces of bloodshot in his eyes, and there was still a lingering mark on his left cheek, indicating that he had just woken up. He lacked the toughness of a martial artist and appeared weak among the other disciples. His facial features were exceptionally good, making people unable to resist wanting to take another look.

His eyebrows were soft and well-groomed, with almost no stray hairs. His eyes were neither big nor small, with slightly upturned corners that formed a faint smile or shyness. There was a layer of sleepiness in his eyes, adding a touch of rare charm to his masculine appearance. This charm was exquisite, not overly delicate, and gentle without being coquettish, instantly bringing life to his features. The bridge of his nose was not prominent, but it was high and straight, creating smooth and distinct lines when viewed from the side. Even the curve of his jawline was perfectly proportioned.

With such a face, at first glance, it may not be stunning, like a dusty jade that goes unnoticed. But if he dressed up a bit and stood tall and confident, one would find that there was no flaw no matter where their gaze fell. He was perfectly proportioned, not outstanding, but pleasing to the eye the more one looked at him.

This young man was Chen Bao'er. Like Xiao Yan, he had not slept a wink last night. He couldn't help but take a short nap at his desk just now, and although he tried to appear alert, there was still a lingering drowsiness in his expression. He looked somewhat confused, wondering why Xiao Yan, who rarely gave him any orders during the day, suddenly had the idea to bring him here.

Chen Bao'er was obedient yet puzzled as he walked between the sweaty disciples of Zhongyong and Qianyuan. He couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy. So he quickened his pace, closely following his master, afraid of falling too far behind.

The young disciples looked at him with curiosity and inquiry in their eyes. Most of them had never seen many Kunze in their lifetime, and they couldn't help but feel that this young man was somehow different. Although they were all men, there seemed to be something unique about him that was difficult to describe in words.

"Greetings, Master of the Tower!"

"Hello, Master of the Tower!"

Normally, Xiao Yan had her own place for martial arts practice, so her sudden appearance here, combined with last night's events, made the disciples worried and afraid that she was here to teach them a lesson. Each of them couldn't help but show a guilty expression, and the movements of the Zhongyong and Qianyuan disciples became inexplicably awkward.

"You don't need to worry about me, just do what you need to do," Xiao Yan greeted the crowd and led Chen Bao'er to the side. The disciples understood that the Master of the Tower wanted to occupy the space for training, so they instinctively cleared a space for the two of them.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Bao'er couldn't help but feel nervous. "Master of the Tower. . ."

Xiao Yan turned around, her gaze lightly sweeping over him, and then she threw something towards him. Chen Bao'er instinctively caught it and felt that it was cold and heavy. When he took a closer look, he realized it was a short sword, barely a foot long, more like a dagger. The blade of the weapon was loosely wrapped in cowhide, giving it an improvised appearance.

Seeing him staring at the object in his hand for a long time, Xiao Yan suddenly spoke, "I think you have a light build and may not have much strength. It's not suitable for you to use long and heavy weapons. You can use this instead."