Chapter 584 Hahahaha, I, I was just kidding

Sanyueqi's arm was stretched straight with the bow at full length, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose, but he refused to relax. He just stared at Meiyi☆ and said through gritted teeth:

"I, I'm going to attack!"

The moment she finished speaking, she suddenly let go - according to common sense, there should be the sharp sound of a long sword breaking through the air.

But at this moment there was only the "buzzing" sound of the bowstring rebounding. The long sword on the bow did not fly out as expected, but slid down along the bow body, and fell on the ring board with a "clang", making a crisp sound.

The whole place was so quiet that one could hear the wind blowing through hair.

Jimi's commentary broke the silence at the right moment:

"March Seven's unique move...seems like there was a small mistake."

San Yue Qi froze in place, staring at the long sword at his feet. The tips of his ears turned red, and even his neck was a little red. He wished he could dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.

It was Mei☆ who came to her senses first. A low laugh escaped from her throat, and she put away her sword and put it back into its sheath neatly.

She slowly walked to March Seven, bent down slightly, hooked her fingertips around the hilt of the sword, picked it up, and handed it to her with a smile in her eyes:

"Your 'arrow' doesn't seem to be very obedient."

"That's not true!"

San Yue Qi hurriedly took the sword, his fingers gripping the hilt burning like smoke, but he still forced himself to stiffen his neck and keep a tough face.

"That was just an accident! Let me try again. Fu Ming said this move is very powerful!"

As she said this, she was about to put the sword back on the bow, but failed the second time. This made her face burn completely, and her toes were almost digging out a luxurious villa in her boots.

Suddenly, Xing's undisguised laughter came from the side of the ring:

"March Seven! Why don't you just admit defeat? You actually believed what your dad said. March Seven is yours for the rest of your life."

"Do not laugh!"

San Yue Qi turned his head and glared at Xing, but his hands no longer stubbornly put away the longbow and held a long sword in each hand.

When he looked up at Mei☆, the embarrassment in his eyes was gradually replaced by a stubborn determination to not give in:

"Just now, I was careless and listened to the slander of the villain! Now, it's time to show my true swordsmanship! Azure Dragon on the left, White Tiger on the right, and eat less carbohydrates..."

Fu Ming: "..."

Sanyueqi rushed towards Mei☆ with light steps.

There were no fancy moves or cool special effects, only the gentle sound of two swords cutting through the air.

"Hey! Take that! Uh, no, take this girl's sword!"

She took advantage of the opportunity when Mei raised her hand and swept the sword towards her forearm.

But just when the sword was about to touch, Mei☆ suddenly dodged to the side, and at the same time reached out and gently hooked her wrist, and the warmth of her fingertips passed through her skin.

The next second, March 7 let out a groan.

"Yah~~"

San Yueqi's whole body trembled violently, and he felt numb as if an electric current had passed through him. The two swords in his hands fell to the ground with two clangs.

Her legs went limp and she collapsed on the ring with a flushed face, even her fingertips had no strength left.

"I can't use any strength anymore..." She panted, her voice as soft as cotton, and murmured to herself: "My whole body is numb and feels like it's melting. This feeling... is so great!"

"Do you want to admit defeat?"

Mei☆'s voice was right next to her ear, and the smile on her face brushed past her earlobe, causing Sanyueqi to tremble again.

She bit her lower lip and stood up tremblingly, her eyes shining like a little beast that refused to admit defeat:

"No, I can still fight. Come on!"

Jimi's commentary came at the right moment, speaking so fast as if he was trying to catch up:

"March Seven rushed forward! March Seven fell! March Seven didn't give up—let's congratulate Mei Raiden☆ for winning this competition!"

The fox lady carried the still trembling March Seven off the stage. She didn't look depressed at all. Her face was abnormally flushed, and a silly smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

"Hey hey hey..."

Xing quickly stepped forward to take Sanyueqi, and when he turned to look at Mei☆ on the ring, he first showed an angry look as if his "companion was frustrated."

The next second, her Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, and her previously tense expression instantly collapsed, and the envy in her tone almost overflowed:

"Damn it... I really want to be led by Thunder Mom, and then have her look at me like a garbage bag and have money held at her feet. It would be best if she could punish (shock) me from time to time!"

Dan Heng stood aside, his fingertips slightly curled, and finally turned into a silent "...", without even moving the corners of his eyes, as if he had not heard anything just now.

Fu Ming was about to step forward, but when he heard this, he stopped abruptly and swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue. His face showed the same silence as Dan Heng's.

Mei, who had just stepped off the stage, paused and looked up at Xing. Her tone remained somewhat calm, but her gaze vaguely fell on Fu Ming as she spoke:

“I’ve always wanted to try this…”

Xing's eyes suddenly lit up like stars, and she immediately pushed Sanyueqi into Danheng's arms, took a half step forward, and asked with wide eyes:

"Really? I can carry the rope myself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dan Heng reached out and pressed his brows, and finally stopped remaining silent. He took a step forward and grabbed Xing's collar and pulled him back.

Xing was pulled back by Danheng's collar, his toes still touching the ground, refusing to move, but his head turned towards Mei☆, his voice full of reluctance:

"Danheng, don't pull me in! Lei Dian's mother has already agreed—"

Before she finished speaking, Dan Heng glanced at her, his eyes almost overflowing with helplessness:

"Xing, this is the martial arts ceremony competition site."

Xingcai shut up angrily.

Dan Heng didn't give her another chance to say anything more. He carried the still-smiling Sanyueqi on his shoulder, tucked the wilted Xing under his arm, and turned around and left the arena as if he was carrying two light bags.

The three little figures disappeared at the corner of the corridor, and Fu Ming cleared his throat to break the slightly subtle silence.

He looked up at Mei☆, his eyes concealing a hint of deliberate teasing, but his tone carried a subtle hint of probing:

"Mei, when you said 'I want to try' just now, you weren't thinking of me, were you?"

Mei☆ did not respond immediately, but just stared at the bluestone slabs under her feet with her eyes lowered. The tip of her shoe gently rubbed against the thin grass growing out of the cracks in the stone, and even the thin red on her earlobe that had not faded was particularly clear.

After a moment, she nodded slightly, her movements so light as if she was afraid of disturbing something, yet so frank and open without any concealment.

Fu Ming obviously didn't expect her to be so direct. His pupils shrank slightly, and even his voice rose a little:

"You, you're just going to admit it so openly?!"

Mei☆ finally looked up at him, a faint smile still lingering from the ring, but her tone was softer than before, clinging to him like a hook:

"Then Ah Ming... do you like that?"

Fu Ming's Adam's apple rolled, as if his rhythm was disrupted by this straightforward question, and he blurted out subconsciously:

"do not like."

As soon as he finished speaking, he changed the subject, his eyes met Mei☆'s bright eyes, and subconsciously asked back:

"——If I were to hold the hand, would Mei☆ be willing?"

Mei's pupils suddenly lit up with tiny lights. Without any hesitation, she responded calmly and seriously:

"If it's Ah Ming, I'm willing."

When this response hit his ears, Fu Ming's heart skipped a beat and he cursed inwardly, "Oh no" - the question he just asked casually had resulted in such a disturbing answer.

He hurriedly forced out a few dry laughs to smooth things over:

"Ahahaha, I, I was just kidding."

Mei☆, however, curled her lips, and the dimples at the corners of her eyes were filled with seriousness:

"I take it seriously."

The smile on Fu Ming's face froze instantly, leaving only silence stuck in his throat.