Adopting A Stray Cat Chapter 965: I’m Poor, I’m Right

Chapter 965: Chapter 965: I’m Poor, I’m Right

A smile blossod on Qin Sisi’s face like fresh flowers in early spring, which also infected Teacher Wuduo, who praised from aside, "Well done, passed in one attempt."

Qin Sisi turned towards Teacher Wuduo and said, "It’s all thanks to Teacher Wuduo’s excellent teaching."

Seeing his student perform so well made Teacher Wuduo very happy, and Qin Sisi’s complint made him even more delighted; he laughed heartily and then said to Qin Sisi, "Alright, you can finish your class for today. These past days must have been tough, take a good rest!"

Qin Sisi thought for a mont and said, "I have nothing to do if I go back, I might as well practice a bit more here!"

No teacher dislikes a hardworking student, and Teacher Wuduo is no exception.

Qin Sisi volunteered to stay and continue practicing, which made Teacher Wuduo feel even more gratified. He encouraged her to practice well and to ask him directly if she encountered any problems.

Other classmates saw Qin Sisi’s sudden outstanding performance; so envied, so were jealous, so found it amusing, and others were angry.

Ya Ling pursed her lips and muttered softly, "What’s so great about that, isn’t it all just for money?"

Qin Sisi was focused on practicing forging and did not notice Ya Ling’s words.

However, Xiao ng nearby heard it. She had just lost a verbal duel with Ya Ling and was thinking about winning back, and upon hearing Ya Ling’s comnt, her eyes rolled and she said with a voice as crisp and ringing as a silver bell, "Sister Ya Ling, your clothes are so beautiful, and your jewelry so exquisite, your Qing Ming Family must be very wealthy!"

"Of course," Ya Ling, unaware of what Xiao ng was up to with her remark but loving it nonetheless, replied arrogantly.

Xiao ng chuckled inwardly but put on a regretful expression and said, "Ah... our Muyin family is so poor compared to your Qing Ming Family, you see, I can’t even afford decent jewelry."

As Xiao ng spoke, she sighed sorrowfully, looking truly distressed.

Yun Cheng, unable to bear it, whispered beside her, "Don’t worry, I will buy so for you in the future."

Xiao ng turned her head to wink at Yun Cheng, then slightly shook her head, signaling him not to speak.

Yun Cheng was confused as a ’Monk unable to find the head’, but he understood Xiao ng’s gesture to keep quiet, so he obediently clamped his mouth shut, using his eyes instead to scrutinize Xiao ng, trying to figure out what trick she was playing.

Seeing Xiao ng’s distressed appearance, Ya Ling felt even prouder, her lips curling up in a haughty smile.

After complaining for a while more, Xiao ng walked up to Ya Ling and suddenly plucked a flower-shaped hairpin from her hair, exclaiming with astonishnt, "Wow, Sister Ya Ling, this hairpin is so beautiful! It must have cost a lot, didn’t it?"

Ya Ling was annoyed by Xiao ng’s audacity in pulling out her hairpin, but seeing Xiao ng’s infatuated expression satisfied her vanity enough to suppress her displeasure, she nodded and said, "Yes, it’s expensive. You can’t afford it if it gets damaged, give it back to !"

Xiao ng, however, protectively clutched the hairpin to her chest and pleaded, "Sister Ya Ling, I really like this hairpin, can you gift it to , please?"

Ya Ling glared and said without hesitation, "Why should I? I like it too!"

As she spoke, Ya Ling attempted to snatch the hairpin from Xiao ng’s embrace.

Xiao ng agilely took a step back and continued to plead, "Sister Ya Ling, please, just give it to . Your family is so rich, can’t you just buy another one?"

"..." Ya Ling was montarily at a loss for words.

The hairpin was indeed expensive, with its biggest advantage being its attractive appearance and sturdiness; it wouldn’t get damaged during magic battles. Apart from that, there was nothing particularly special about it—the high price was all because of its aesthetic appeal.

She bought it with her own pocket money, and although her father gave her ample allowance, he also advised her not to spend it frivolously. If her father knew she spent it on such a superficial item, he would definitely have so words to say.

Moreover, with the term coming to an end, her pocket money was running low, and she couldn’t afford to buy the sa hairpin again.

But having just boasted about the Qing Ming Family’s imnse wealth and prosperity, how could she now contradict herself?

Xiao ng saw the conflicted expression on Ya Ling’s face, chuckled inwardly, and sweet-talked her, "Sister Ya Ling, you’ve worn this hairpin for quite a long ti; it’s old now. As beautiful and wealthy as you are, how can you wear an old hairpin? Please give the old one to

and go buy a new one. I guarantee you’ll look even more stunning and charming."

Despite her reluctance to just hand over her hairpin, Ya Ling was sowhat swayed by Xiao ng’s persuasion.

"Alright, alright, get back to practicing. This is the last lesson, and you can’t leave until you’ve completed it," Teacher Wuduo, seeing their playful chaos, felt a bit annoyed and chided them a few words.

Xiao ng stuck out her tongue, patted Ya Ling’s hand, and whispered, "Let’s leave it at that then. I’ll be going first. Thanks, Sister Ya Ling, may you beco more beautiful."

Before Ya Ling could respond, Xiao ng headed back to her original spot with light steps and began practicing craftsmanship.

She bowed her head pretending to look serious and harmless, sneakily peeping at Ya Ling a couple of tis, almost laughing out loud.

After calming herself down, Xiao ng began to earnestly practice her craftsmanship. Although her skills were not the best, they were not the worst either. She really did not want to end up at the bottom in the last lesson.

Ya Ling, watching Xiao ng’s back, felt sothing was off, but she clearly understood Teacher Wuduo’s demanding requirents, which required her full attention and dedication to practice.

So, Ya Ling stopped pondering and also began forging her longsword.

Although their longswords were forged, they had all suffered so damage from chopping stones; those couldn’t pass the test, so they had to forge new longswords.

By evening, a few students had successfully passed the ten-stone trial and were allowed by Teacher Wuduo to leave.

Among these students was Xiao ng. Qin Sisi also stopped practicing, spoke to Teacher Wuduo, and left with Xiao ng for Tianyue Mountain.

Ya Ling was the last one to pass the test; just after twelve o’clock, she chopped through ten stones and anxiously but eagerly examined the blade. Fortunately, this ti, she passed.

Since Teacher Wuduo also taught Golden Magic, Ya Ling paid more attention to learning craftsmanship than Alchemy, and thus her skills in craftsmanship exceeded her alchemy skills sowhat.