He’s making us do HANDSTANDS. for HALF AN HOUR. Whatever you could’ve come up with couldn’t have been worse. You’re from the same world, right? What are my chances that he’ll forget that part of the punishment come tomorrow?
You were pretty quick with grabbing Jin Ling’s sword. It was really impressive.
[She pauses a moment and then adds:] Thank you, by the way. For standing up for me.
He won't forget. His memory is impeccable and you should be glad he didn't ask you to do handstands for the whole day. Why do you think the Lans are so strong?
I have some experience interfering.
[He has taken stabs meant for others.]
I'm sorry he has labeled you in that manner. He should know better.
UGH. They're going to kill me. Meng Yao, you'll save me again, right? ( ; ω ; )
A meddler, huh?
[She sort of figured that already though and she looks amused at the message before huffing out a breath. He can't see her expression shifting into one of resigned aggravation, but...]
It's fine. It's not like he's all that wrong, so why should it bother me? [It bothers her.] I don't think he knows what I did back home--He shouldn't, at least. I've only actually told you.
You are a strong, healthy young lady. But, yes, if you reach your limit, I will intervene. [He might be risking his life to do so, but he will worry about that later.]
I'm good at meddling.
[He is excellent at acting too. So much so that no one from his world really trusts him anymore.]
You do not sell your body. There is a difference that should be acknowledged. [The work is unclean - that is why there is a distaste for it.] I have told no one.
I mean, I sort of do. Just a different kind. But I get what you mean, there’s a difference. It’s fine though. It doesn’t bother me, not really.
Is he always a brat like that? He must not have a lot of friends. I don’t know how Sizhui stands him. At least pretend to be likable like the rest of us, you know?
But I guess there’s something refreshing in that too. Honesty is pretty rare.
And let Jin Ling beat me? As if. If he can do it, I can do it.
[Nevermind that they’ve all been training for waaay longer than she has, considering she... has no formal training...]
Well, since it’s you and I like you and you asked so nicely... I guess I can keep trying to make friends. But if he calls me a prostitute again I’m entitled to one (1) free punch to the nose and no one is allowed to stop me.
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You were pretty quick with grabbing Jin Ling’s sword. It was really impressive.
[She pauses a moment and then adds:] Thank you, by the way. For standing up for me.
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I have some experience interfering.
[He has taken stabs meant for others.]
I'm sorry he has labeled you in that manner. He should know better.
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A meddler, huh?
[She sort of figured that already though and she looks amused at the message before huffing out a breath. He can't see her expression shifting into one of resigned aggravation, but...]
It's fine. It's not like he's all that wrong, so why should it bother me? [It bothers her.] I don't think he knows what I did back home--He shouldn't, at least. I've only actually told you.
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I'm good at meddling.
[He is excellent at acting too. So much so that no one from his world really trusts him anymore.]
You do not sell your body. There is a difference that should be acknowledged. [The work is unclean - that is why there is a distaste for it.] I have told no one.
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I mean, I sort of do. Just a different kind. But I get what you mean, there’s a difference. It’s fine though. It doesn’t bother me, not really.
Is he always a brat like that? He must not have a lot of friends. I don’t know how Sizhui stands him. At least pretend to be likable like the rest of us, you know?
But I guess there’s something refreshing in that too. Honesty is pretty rare.
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[Rather they might stretch it out between two days, but shhh.]
I wouldn't blame you if it did bother you.
Jin Ling has a big heart. Once you earn his love and loyalty, he never wavers. Don't give up on him quite yet.
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[Nevermind that they’ve all been training for waaay longer than she has, considering she... has no formal training...]
Well, since it’s you and I like you and you asked so nicely... I guess I can keep trying to make friends. But if he calls me a prostitute again I’m entitled to one (1) free punch to the nose and no one is allowed to stop me.
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[Being competitive helps - just don't take it too far like he did.]
I think that is fair. You are also welcome to bring me into the conversation. He should know better than to use that name in my presence.