Chapter 67: Duanmu’s Self-Abasement (2/2)

He never thought he would remember it here…

Although he was roaring with anger deep inside his heart, Duanmu Huanghun still smiled brightly, and said, ”Nice to meet you, I’m Ai Hui’s classmate.”

He decided to paralyze his enemies before infiltrating himself into them!

”Wow, that’s great. So glad to meet you. I’m the senior disciple of Ai Hui’s master,” Mingxiu said, pleasantly surprised.

Senior disciple of Ai Hui’s master?

Duanmu Huanghun was also a bit surprised. His attention was immediately caught by this relationship. Ai Hui had a master? How could anyone choose such a terrible guy as a disciple? He began to feel indignant.

Yet he was calm enough to maintain his composure, and he asked with a big smile and appropriate surprise, ”Ai Hui has a master? I’ve never heard of it before. Why didn’t he share this wonderful news with us?”

Mingxiu didn’t think too much, and she answered, ”I presume he didn’t have time to tell you. It was just days ago. His master is Wang Shouchuan, a teacher of Central Pine Academy.”

”Wang Shouchuan? Teacher in our academy?” Duanmu Huanghun paused for a minute as he quickly searched his memories. ”Is he the one teaching the ‘Basis for Training’ course?”

”Yes.” Mingxiu was familiar with Uncle’s course.

”I see.” Duanmu Huanghun instantly became more relieved. It wasn’t surprising; surely no respectable teacher would choose such a terrible disciple. He didn’t think that a teacher who taught ‘Basis for Training’ would be of high status.

Now much happier, Duanmu Huanghun acted impressed and said, ”He is a good teacher. Ai Hui is fortunate to have him as his master. ”

Hearing his compliment, Mingxiu’s positive impression of Duanmu became reinforced. She had learned embroidery from Master ever since she was very young, and just like her master, Uncle was like kin.

”So you and Ai Hui know each other well?” Mingxiu asked curiously.

”Very!” Duanmu replied. He gnashed his teeth in anger but managed to give a bright smile. ”We are on the same mission team.”

”Oh, then you must be good friends.” Mingxiu was also happy to know this. The members of a mission team generally consisted of very good friends who could closely cooperate.

”Yes, yes.” Duanmu’s smile became brighter, but in his heart, he wished to stab Ai Hui to death.

Oops, no. Stab? How could he be so cruel to his ”good friend”?

He should hack him into pieces to resolve his hatred!

”Oh, I don’t know your name yet,” Mingxiu said.

Duanmu thought furiously to himself. Should he tell her his real name? No! He was too famous these days, and as a celebrity, he would be recognized if she knew his true name. Then she would know that he was lying because Ai Hui must have bad-mouthed him in front of her.

Why not give her a pseudonym?

Without thinking, Duanmu Huanghun blurted out, ”Just call me Bangwan.”

The next moment he realized what he said, and he felt like killing himself.

He almost cried out. Just what did he do?

”Oh, hello, Bangwan!” Mingxiu said heartily.

Hearing the familiar yet horrifying name again, tears welled up in Duanmu’s eyes.

”Yes, yes,” he replied torpidly.

This self-abasement was just too harsh.