133: Chapter 132 Maybe You Like Her 133: Chapter 132 Maybe You Like Her “Once I was old enough to understand the human body’s structure,” Song Yun began, “that shameless Xie Xing dragged me along to peep on our sister disciples bathing.
Screw-ups were bound to happen, and sure enough, during one of my solo operations, I was caught red-handed by that woman from earlier—Qingcheng, the Second Elder’s Direct Disciple.
From that point on, I never had a single day of peace in the sect.
Qingcheng had it out for me, taking every opportunity to come after me.
She mocked me while I was training in martial arts, and sabotaged me when I was practicing survival in the wild.
Even after I offered her a formal apology, she never let me off the hook.”
“After I became an adult, the old man sent me off to further my training at the Hunter Academy, where life was much harder than at the sect.
Did you know?
In Hunter Academy, even dogs have a higher status than you.
You get the worst food, the toughest training, and on top of that, you have to complete missions for the academy from time to time.
I remember being severely injured on one mission to hunt down a giant python that lived in a tropical jungle—a place with treacherous paths and constant threats from other predatory beasts.
Eventually, we found that python, and for that one creature, I lost three teammates.
But do you know how that python met its end?” Song Yun said with a self-deprecating laugh, “You’d never guess.
The python swallowed me whole, and inside, I used my military knife to cut it open right through the middle.
I finally found my suffocated teammates in its stomach, one of whom was a soldier from Huaxia.”
“After a few years of learning how to kill, I graduated at the top of my class and started building my own power base in Africa—a Mercenary Group.
Once everything was set in motion, following the ancient tradition of a triumphant return home in fine brocade, who knew that Qingcheng, upon first seeing me, would not react with surprise or joy.
Instead, she chased me with a knife for an entire day.
I don’t know if it was out of guilt or fear, but since that day, I’ve never returned to the sect.
My only contact with them has been through the old man,” Song Yun finished, then snuffed out his cigarette on the ground, “Who would have thought that after all these years without seeing each other, her first action would be to pick up right where we left off in childhood.
I really don’t understand.
I’ve done everything, yet why won’t she forgive me?”
“Maybe she likes you,” Li Shishi said with a smile.
“How’s that possible?
This woman may look as beautiful as disaster itself, but who knows how tough she is on the inside?” Song Yun said helplessly.
“You never asked how you know she doesn’t like you.”
Song Yun was at a loss for words and fell silent.
Shishi continued, “I know Xia Tian holds a significant place in your heart, and you don’t want others gossiping about your affairs.
But have you considered that maybe everything she did today was just to catch your attention?
That everything she’s done since she was a kid was to make you turn around and notice her?
Have you never thought about that?”
“No, I just thought she purely loathed me,” Song Yun said.
“Sometimes, behind hatred may indeed lie deep love.
The deeper the hate, the deeper the love could be, right?” At that moment, Shishi seemed like an understanding big sister, offering advice to Song Yun.
“Sister, why are you running so fast?
I’m about to die of exhaustion here,” Hua Manlou panted as he chased after Qingcheng.
“You don’t need to worry about me.
You’ve always sided with those guys; how could you possibly care about my feelings now?” Qingcheng stopped, with tears welling up in her eyes.
Hearing this, Hua Manlou scratched his head awkwardly.
Indeed, Qingcheng was right; from childhood, he, Song Yun, and Xie Xing grew up together, closer than actual brothers.
“Sister, we’ve run quite a distance, and I’m sure you’re tired too.
Why don’t we find a place to rest?
There’s a milk tea shop just over there.
How about we go sit down and order some milk tea to drink?” Without waiting for Qingcheng’s refusal, Hua Manlou pulled her into the milk tea shop.
After ordering two cups of milk tea, Hua Manlou looked into his older sister’s eyes and asked bluntly, “Tell me the truth, you like Brother Song Yun, don’t you?”
At this, Qingcheng blushed like a schoolgirl caught in a lie and protested, “Who likes that jerk?
He’s neither gentle nor considerate, and he doesn’t understand women’s feelings at all.
Who would like him?”
“Is that so?
If you don’t like Brother Song Yun, why have you always been picking on him from morning till night, ever since we were kids?
Could it be just because Brother Song Yun peeped on you bathing?” Hua Manlou made a shushing gesture before continuing.
“Actually, ever since we were kids, both Xie Xing and I knew you liked Brother Song Yun.
Really, we both knew, but we never said anything.
Do you know why?”
“Why?” Qingcheng took the milk tea Hua Manlou handed her.
“Because among our generation in the sect, Brother Song Yun is without a doubt the number one.
You can’t deny it,” he said.
“I admit it.
Although he’s a bit sleazy and roguish, his achievements are indeed commendable,” Qingcheng finally acknowledged, with some difficulty.
“Right.
Brother Song Yun actually never had friends since he was little.
Do you know what he was like on the first day he came to our sect?
Oh, that’s right, you weren’t there; you were still outside.
Brother Song Yun’s parents brought him to the sect, and without even comforting him, they just handed him over to the Great Elder and hastily left.
At that time, Brother Song Yun merely watched them leave, without crying or fussing, eerily calm.
The Sect Master only said one thing about him, ‘born with a cold nature.'” Hua Manlou narrated.
“That’s just another way of saying he’s cold to everyone,” Qingcheng muttered.
“Being cold isn’t necessarily a bad thing, especially when it comes from the Sect Master’s mouth.
Those with a cold nature surely have a detached heart.
After Brother Song Yun came to our sect, the Great Elder started training him personally.
Initially, the Great Elder had only planned a little bit of training for Brother Song Yun each day, but he always doubled his training efforts on his own.
I remember that year Brother Song Yun was only seven years old.”
“Xie Xing and I grew up in the sect, so naturally, we looked down upon an outsider.
We used to craftily sabotage his training every day.
When he had to run a kilometer with a sandbag, we would pour water into it, making it much heavier.
He couldn’t have been unaware of our little pranks, yet he bore it all in silence.
After half a year, he suddenly turned up at our door, beat us up without saying a word, and left us with this message, ‘I didn’t beat you up before because I was new and adjusting to the environment.
Now that I understand the sect’s terrain and rules, it’s time to settle the score for those six months.'” Hua Manlou spoke with a smile.