The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 107 - 106: Performing Golden Rooster Stand on One Leg

Chapter 107: Chapter 106: Performing Golden Rooster Stand on One Leg

Because the qualities of the two mechas were too disparate, with one kick, the leg of the Black Mecha also fractured, and there were large and small damages elsewhere, which was soon to face scrapping.

Qu Tong felt a pang of heartache, suspecting she had just lost all the hard-won Star Coins she’d bet.

The isolation shield opened, and Lan Xingye hurried over to Lan Guofu to check on him.

Qu Tong emerged from the mecha, rolled up her sleeves to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead, glanced indifferently at Lan Xingye, and walked down from the stage.

Lan Xingye watched her graceful figure with clenched teeth, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

After collecting the gambling winnings, Qu Tong paid back the mecha and handed over two million in compensation, then prepared to leave.

However, she didn’t expect to be stopped at the door.

"Young Master, you come with so few people, and in the end, you still need my help. Don’t you think I’m stronger than your girlfriend who can only whimper?" Ouyang Linna came up from behind, her arm around Lan Xingye’s.

Qu Tong looked up quietly at the two, her hand under her sleeve clutching slightly.

Lan Xingye revealed a sinister smile, "I guess you’ve run out of spiritual power, haven’t you?"

Qu Tong looked coldly at the six burly men in front of her and sneered, "Young Master wouldn’t think that I couldn’t afford Energy Liquid, would you?"

"Even if you took the Energy Liquid, so what? At most, you’ll recover twenty or thirty percent of your spiritual power. Do you think you can leave today?"

Lan Xingye’s thin lips curled up smugly as he made a call right in front of Qu Tong, his voice carrying the arrogance of a young noble, "Bring some people over."

Qu Tong’s eyes darkened.

If she could recover even ten percent of her spiritual power, she’d make Lan Xingye crawl out of here today.

This flaw was really too fatal.

Just as Qu Tong was thinking about how to stall for time, a group of uniformed individuals entered from outside the arena.

Feng Haoran, wearing a blue-black police uniform with a badge on his chest, led the way.

"Young Master Lan, Miss Ouyang, long time no see," Feng Haoran greeted them indifferently.

Then, turning to Qu Tong, he smiled, "Miss Jun Li, it’s been a while."

The contrast in his attitude was obvious.

Lan Xingye, noticing the atmosphere between Qu Tong and Feng Haoran, frowned and spoke with a threatening tone, "Do you intend to meddle in the affairs of the Alchemists’ Association?"

However, Feng Haoran wasn’t intimidated at all and took on an official demeanor:

"Miss Jun Li is a distinguished guest that Commander Gong has asked me to bring back. As for your grievances with the Alchemists’ Association, I am unaware. You may go to the Imperial Palace later and speak to Commander Gong in person."

Behind Feng Haoran, two dozen people stood in two rows, staring down the six bodyguards, showing their firm stance.

The enemy was overwhelming, with no chance of winning, and even if his people arrived, they might not be able to fight them off.

Adding the fact that Commander Gong’s name was leveraged against him, Lan Xingye dared not bring this matter into the Palace. He could only storm off, turning away with a flick of his sleeve.

Ouyang Linna, seeing Lan Xingye leave, could only follow suit with her bodyguards, looking embarrassed.

After everyone left, Feng Haoran redirected his attention to Qu Tong, tentatively speaking, "Commander Gong is indeed in the Imperial Palace. Does Miss Jun Li need me to arrange an escort for you?"

Qu Tong knew Feng Haoran’s claim that Commander Gong was looking for her was just a pretext to help her out and shook her head in refusal, "No need, please extend my thanks to Commander Gong."

"Alright, if Miss Jun Li needs anything, you can contact me," Feng Haoran suggested, pulling up his Light Brain to add her as a friend.

Qu Tong didn’t refuse.

As Feng Haoran led his people away, he nodded towards the crowd behind Qu Tong.

Qu Tong turned around and saw the ever-smiling owner of the Mecha Shop, who must have been the one to inform Commander Gong in time to send people to rescue her.

*

Qu Tong took a detour back to school.

She asked Amu to prepare the bathwater while she quickly made noodles with green leafy vegetables and the leftover braised beef from before.

After swiftly replenishing her energy, Qu Tong finally went to the bathroom for a bath.

Every time her spiritual power was drained, Qu Tong felt especially weary, and this fatigue couldn’t be relieved by Energy Liquid; she could only sleep more to recover her spiritual power faster.

She slept straight through the class about boiling eggs, and was still sleeping when the class ended.

It was Cheng Yao who, while calling for Fei Wenxing, also woke her up by chance.

Qu Tong thanked Cheng Yao and then prepared to head back to her dorm to catch up on sleep.

Fei Wenxing, however, chattered on behind Qu Tong like a curious baby, "Sister Tong, did you stay up late watching series last night too?"

"No," Qu Tong responded, without stopping her pace.

"Right, Sister Tong, the midterm exam notice is out, have you seen it?" Fei Wenxing quickly caught up and asked with excitement on his face.

"No," said Qu Tong with some impatience. She was dead tired and didn’t even want to think.

"Sister Tong, you..."

"No! Ask again, and I’ll beat you to death!"

Qu Tong suddenly stopped, turned back, and gave Fei Wenxing a startle.

She gave Fei Wenxing a cold glance and then turned around to continue towards her dormitory.

Fei Wenxing stood still, pointing at himself, his face full of disbelief, "Cheng Yao, did Sister Tong say she’s going to kill me?"

He then laughed, clearly not believing Qu Tong’s words.

Cheng Yao looked at Fei Wenxing’s foolish expression, doubted if his brain had woken up properly, rolled his eyes at him, and continued walking ahead.

Fei Wenxing caught up, draped an arm over Cheng Yao’s shoulder, and said, "Do you think Sister Tong will take part in the midterms?"

"What does it matter to you whether she takes it or not?" Cheng Yao shot a glance at Fei Wenxing.

"If Sister Tong takes the midterm, surely no one will want to be in a group with her. I’m contemplating whether we should take her in," Fei Wenxing mused with a careless tone, scratching his head as if genuinely perplexed.

Cheng Yao also thought about it and asked, "Have you found people yet?"

"No, I’m looking right now," Fei Wenxing said as if it were obvious.

"Sister Tong seems to be not in good spirits; could it be because she can’t sleep over the midterm exam?" Cheng Yao suddenly had an epiphany.

"That must be it," Fei Wenxing nodded emphatically, as if he had an enlightenment.

After all, if one’s physique was F, one would worry about not finding teammates.

But if you don’t take the midterm exam, even if you do well in the final written test, you can’t progress in your education.

"Then, let’s send her a message to ask," suggested Cheng Yao.

His brother had specifically instructed him to maintain a good relationship with Qu Tong and to stand up for him.

Although he doesn’t know why being on good terms with Qu Tong was standing up for him, since Qu Tong was their friend, he naturally wanted to help her out.

"Good idea."

Fei Wenxing immediately composed a message and sent it over.

For the afternoon’s Herbology Theory class, those who had mastered the material didn’t need to attend, so Qu Tong didn’t go and continued to sleep in the dormitory.

She slept straight through to the early hours of the morning.

Qu Tong got up, glanced at the time, and saw the message from Fei Wenxing, casually replying with,

"I’ll be participating."

Fei Wenxing, who was staying up late binge-watching shows, saw a message pop up on his Light Brain screen. He clicked on it and realized it was Qu Tong’s reply.

He immediately exited the series and dialed Cheng Yao.

Cheng Yao groggily answered the call, hearing Fei Wenxing’s slightly excited voice on the other end, "Cheng Yao, are you sleeping?"

Cheng Yao checked the time and roared at his Light Brain, "Fei Cui, are you fucking sick in the head?! It’s three forty-three minutes and fifty-six seconds in the morning, what the fuck should I be doing if not sleeping?!"

"Should I be climbing up onto the roof to perform a ’Golden Rooster Standing on One Leg’ and cock-a-doodle-doo?!!"

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