C11 Chapter 11

Duu Luo heard her master speak and sat down. “Master, you came back early and didn’t even tell me. If I hadn’t asked my brother, I wouldn’t have known you were back.”

She searched her memory for how the original owner of this body usually greeted him, then spoke to her master the same way.

“I know you, Miss Duu—you can’t sit still.” Her master smiled, though with the mask covering his face, Duu Luo couldn’t see it. “Even if I told you, you’d still run off.”

“Master, you too? You’re really calling me Miss Duu like everyone else?” Duu Luo pouted, but didn’t dare reach out and tug at him. “I’m obviously sweet and kind. Calling me that is just hurtful.”

“Ha… cough…” Her master had barely laughed a couple of times before he started coughing lightly.

Just then, Jiuyou’s voice sounded.

“Congratulations, Player. You’ve triggered a side quest. Side quest: bandage your master’s wound. Time limit: by noon tomorrow. Please do your best. If you fail to complete it before the deadline, you will be penalized.”

So that was the side quest? Duu Luo didn’t really get it. Her master was incredibly skilled—what did this have to do with Du Yuesheng? Unless… this master was going to become her strongest ally later?

She blinked twice. Was her master hurt? With skills like his, who could’ve injured him?

“Master, you’re hurt?”

She blurted it out loud—loud enough to echo—but luckily, the west courtyard only had her master in it, no one else.

“What are you making such a fuss for?” Her master shook his head. “Sit down. Do you have even a shred of a proper young lady’s manners?”

“Master, I’m just worried about you.” Duu Luo pouted, clearly upset as she sat beside him. She held out both hands and clutched his arm tight, not caring whether he liked it or not. And to sell the side-quest act, she even forced out a few tears. “You’ve never been hurt before. But you came back injured this time. I know you didn’t want me to worry, so you didn’t say anything. But now that I know, I can’t just pretend I didn’t see it. I can’t do much for you, but at least let me bandage you up.”

“No.” The Master smoothly pulled his arm free. “While I was gone, you didn’t train properly. Since I have time today, you’ll go through every move I taught you—right here, in front of me.”

This Master was seriously impossible. Here she was—a total knockout—putting on a weak, teary act right in front of him, and he didn’t react at all. What an ice-cold Master.

Good thing he wasn’t her Master.

That’s what Duu Luo told herself.

“Master, if anything comes up later, you can send me. I’m your apprentice, aren’t I? And Master… you’re not getting any younger. You should really find someone and settle down.”

Since she was following the script for the mission, Duu Luo naturally knew what the heroine was supposed to say—and she could deliver it without breaking a sweat.

“Practice. Now. And if you don’t do it right, you’ll be on your knees until morning!”

For some reason, the moment Duu Luo said that, the Master’s temper flared. She froze, not knowing what to do, and could only stare at him, completely at a loss.