Chapter 69: It Should’ve Been me, Not Him!

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Chapter 69: It Should’ve Been me, Not Him! CLUCK!! "NO, YOU STUPID FEATHERED RAT—NOT THE HAIR AGAIN!" Lin Fan thrashed around in the grass, his face covered in peck marks and tufts of chicken feathers. His beast—an overweight, single-minded chicken with the aggression of a drunken brawler—was currently trying to assert dominance by standing on his chest and flapping wildly. Lin Fan sat up, panting, disheveled, and completely fed up. His robes were torn, his hair stuck up in strange angles, and he smelled faintly of coop. He whipped his head around— And then he saw them. Hei Long and Mu Qianxue... Sitting under the shade of a tree. His master, reclining beside Hei Long, giggling softly as she poked him in the cheek with her wine gourd. Her head lazily leaned against his shoulder. Lin Fan blinked. His eye twitched. They were laughing. Laughing like old lovers sharing secrets. Mu Qianxue’s lips curled in amusement as Hei Long made a quiet, witty remark, and the two of them glowed with an easy, infuriating intimacy. Meanwhile, Lin Fan was being bullied by a chicken with the IQ of a rock. "—What... what the hell is this!?" he sputtered. He marched toward them, practically frothing at the mouth. "Master!" Lin Fan shouted. Mu Qianxue didn’t even look up. "Hm?" He jabbed a shaking finger at the two of them: "What are you two doing!? You’re practically snuggling! That’s highly unprofessional! You’re a Master, and he’s a disciple—your disciple! This isn’t appropriate sect conduct!" Mu Qianxue blinked at him. "So?" Lin Fan was vibrating with rage: "So!? So it’s wrong! You should be focused on teaching, not laying around flirting like you’re at some brothel garden!" Hei Long lazily opened one eye, glanced at Lin Fan’s feather-covered appearance, and calmly said: "You’re just mad because your chicken’s dominating you." "I—I AM NOT!" Lin Fan shouted, but it wasn’t convincing, especially as his chicken suddenly pecked at his leg and he yelped. Mu Qianxue finally turned her gaze toward Lin Fan: "Lin Fan... are you perhaps... jealous?" Lin Fan’s face burned red: "What!? N-No! Of course not!" Hei Long gave a thoughtful nod: "Must be hard, watching your master choose someone else to laugh with while you’re getting manhandled by chicken." Mu Qianxue smirked, resting her chin in her palm as she gave Lin Fan a sultry, clearly mocking look: "You know, if you acted a little more mature—and stopped trying to flirt with every girl you see—I might’ve flirted with you too." Lin Fan looked like he was about to collapse: "I-I don’t flirt with every girl..." Bai Luoluo sneezed in the background. Mu Qianxue leaned closer to Hei Long with an exaggerated sigh: "See, Hei Long? This is why you’re my favorite." Hei Long gave a solemn nod: "I accept this burden with dignity." Lin Fan’s fists clenched. "T-This... This is favoritism! Nepotism! S-Sect misconduct!" The chicken pecked him again. "OW!!" Lin Fan spun around and drop-kicked the chicken. It fluttered backward, squawking in outrage, before circling to attack again. Mu Qianxue sighed deeply and leaned back: "I told the Sect Leader we needed stricter disciple admission requirements..." Hei Long looked at her: "But then we wouldn’t have this entertainment." Mu Qianxue grinned: "Fair point." Bai Luoluo walked over with her beast trotting calmly beside her. Her gaze flicked between the chaos of Lin Fan and the peaceful scene beneath the tree. "What’s going on?" Bai Luoluo asked, deadpan, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Lin Fan practically skidded to a stop in front of her, feathers stuck in his hair and dust covering half his face: "Finally! Someone sane! You won’t believe what I’ve been dealing with!" Bai Luoluo blinked: "The chicken?" "No—not just the chicken! That stupid bird hates me! And my master and Hei Long are over here acting like some... some drunk couple at a romantic picnic!" Lin Fan ranted, pointing furiously. Bai Luoluo turned her eyes lazily toward the scene. Mu Qianxue now had her legs stretched out on the grass, playfully tossing acorns at Hei Long, who caught them effortlessly with his mouth. The two were laughing—soft, casual, and far too close. Bai Luoluo narrowed her eyes slightly. Her fingers twitched at her side. Lin Fan noticed her shift in expression: "See? Even you think it’s weird, right!?" "..." Bai Luoluo didn’t reply immediately. She stared a moment longer, her eyes quietly tracing the ease between Hei Long and their master. She didn’t like it. Not that she was jealous—at least, not like that. She just... didn’t like being left out. Right? It wasn’t as if she liked Hei Long. Of course not. He was annoying. And smug. And sometimes looked good when he smirked like he had the world in his hands... Bai Luoluo crossed her arms, frowning slightly: "...Hmph." Lin Fan looked at her with hopeful eyes: "Exactly! They’re just openly—flirting! Shameless! You see it too, don’t you?!" Bai Luoluo sighed. "Lin Fan... I don’t care." Lin Fan blinked. "Wha—You don’t care!?" "No," Bai Luoluo said flatly. "And even if I did, it wouldn’t be your business." That one hit Lin Fan like a slap. He stared, mouth opening, then closing. No words came out. Just the sound of the wind. And somewhere in the distance, his chicken tripped over its own feet and face-planted into a bush. "I... I see..." Lin Fan whispered. His hands curled into fists at his sides. Lin Fan looked at Bai Luoluo—who was still watching Hei Long, a strange, unreadable expression in her eyes: "..." Something inside Lin Fan snapped. He didn’t yell. He didn’t scream. He just turned around, walked silently past his chicken, who was still unconscious in the bush, and left without another word. As he vanished into the distance, you could almost hear his inner monologue screaming in pure, silent rage. Bai Luoluo muttered, "Weirdo." She truly didn’t understand Lin Fan... Hei Long, who noticed Bai Luoluo glancing over, waved her toward them: "Hey, wanna join us?" Bai Luoluo hesitated, her pride flaring—then faltering. She huffed but didn’t say no. Mu Qianxue gave a casual nod. "Join us!" With a "reluctant" sigh, Bai Luoluo walked over, trying not to look too eager.

Chapter 69: It Should’ve Been me, Not Him!

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