73 A Brilliant Idea (2/2)
Yuan Zhaoxu would slip into her room every night – not for lovemaking, of course – and Meng Fuyao wasn't sure what he was up to. All she knew was that his appearance meant instant sleep for her, no matter what she was doing at that point. She would fall into a dreamless sleep and wake up with a body-ache. If her clothes weren't intact, she would believe that she must have had 3,000 rounds of battle with Yuan Zhaoxu. Plus, seeing that Yuan Zhaoxu looked rather haggard at times, she would be led to suspect that she must have thrashed him in all 3,000 rounds.
She had questioned what he had been doing and had even warned him that he wasn't allowed to touch her anywhere between her nose to her knees. However, all Yuan Zhaoxu did was smile and answer, ”How about you focus on not touching me anywhere between my nose and knees before you start pleading?”
While highly doubtful, Meng Fuyao started re-evaluating her moral quality. While she was confident that she would never do that when awake, being asleep was another matter... Could she have done it because she had mistaken him for Lord Yuan Bao? Or perhaps Yuan Zhaoxu was the one who had guided her hands all over him?
After long deliberation, Meng Fuyao was enlightened and maintained that if she didn't know about it, it did not happen, regardless of who the victim really was.
As such, Mayor Meng, who had been sleeping well, eating well, and had nothing to worry about, gradually turned fairer and plumper, as if trying to become more like Lord Yuan Bao.
During that time, Yuan Zhaoxu left and took Xiao Dao with him, and perhaps looked for Guo Pingrong. Meng Fuyao did not ask about Xiao Dao's whereabouts as she believed that they would be reunited once more, and she would've turned into a whole different person.
The expression on Yuan Zhaoxu's face upon his return told her that Guo Pingrong wasn't in possession of the antidote. That night was a rare occasion as he did not immediately put her to sleep, but instead, he stroked her hair gently and reassured her, ”I'll find it, Fuyao.”
Heartless, she answered, ”I'll look for Fang Shimo myself and teach him a lesson. A teacher has to be responsible for nurturing a bad disciple.”
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled lightly, asking, ”Then should I also look for your teacher and teach him a lesson for bringing up someone who's not right in the mind?”
”You're not right in the mind!” Meng Fuyao sprung up, shouting. ”There's nothing right about you!”
She howled, kicked and smashed, laughed and jumped and hit, eventually chasing Yuan Zhaoxu out the door.
Upon closing the door, she leaned against it, letting out a deep breath, her smiling face instantly dimming.
She had tried hard to use her laughter to conceal the graveness of the situation, but it was getting harder every day.
She continued resting against the door, unaware that Yuan Zhaoxu was standing on the other side and looking down, evidently worried.
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The Han citizens were getting ready for the new year, unlike the Rong people, who only regarded the God-worshipping festival as significant. As such, the number of Rong people on the streets increased as the youths strolled about with an abundance of energy but nowhere to release it. They were no different from a barrel full of gunpowder. Where a large volume of people gathered, there was bound to be friction and fights.
Meng Fuyao was still an idle youth. Biting on her fingers and thinking about how to control the surging hormones of these energetic youths, she caught sight of Lord Yuan Bao playing with a ball. The ball was big, and Yuan Bao was small. As they rolled here and there, Meng Fuyao couldn't tell the difference between the ball and the guinea pig.
Vexed, she reached a hand out to intervene when Lord Yuan Bao immediately grabbed his ball and moved away. From what she saw, Lord Yuan Bao seemed to be on his period and was feeling exceptionally repulsed by her.
Meng Fuyao had nothing to do but to get lost in her crazy thoughts. Before her arrival, the World Cup was about to start, and she had placed her bets on Argentina, or rather, Messi, whom she had been drooling over since forever. Now she had no idea whose leg had made the last kick into the runner up's goal.
Whosoever leg it was, it couldn't have been China's... Thoughts ran through her head, and she jumped up suddenly and called for Yao Xun. After some gesturing, Yao Xun left, somewhat muddle-headedly.
A few days later Yao Xun reported that he had already drawn out a piece of land in the west side of the public square. He had also recruited 22 youths from the Rong tribe and split them into two teams. Following Meng Fuyao's orders, he had specially picked two formidable Rongsmen, who were working under the leaders and did not get along as well.
Mayor Meng rode on her horse and announced, ”Rong citizens, the first ever soccer team in the whole of the 5 Region Continent has been born!”
”From now on, the loser team will be called China's men soccer!”
”From now on, address me as the Chairperson of the Five Regions' Soccer Alliance.”
It had to be said that this idea of hers was decent, and as the most fashionable sports, soccer did have its unique charm. At the very least, it was a sport that interested the Rongsmen, who were full of vigor. These men battled it out on the soccer field and were spurred on by a lovely cheerleading squad, specially put together by Chairman Meng. Wherever their skirts swayed, the competition became a ground for people watching and gossiping.
As such, when Tie Cheng, the handsome looking youth, had a mini brawl with Mu Muha one day, he instantly became the subject of discussion between the beautiful ladies, which led to a statement made by Chairman Meng, ”The hand of mine that has been on your crotch has never been gentler...”