Crying While Filling the Pit I Dug - Chapter 11
The Wanshan Sect disciples did not clear the field, which meant that the servants of the noble sons also followed, and the rich applicants led dozens of people around a tree, and divided them by branches. So there were many people climbing trees and counting. What a spectacular scene.
The competition was not a one-man battle! No wonder it was said that they could bring people to participate.
But since this was a competition, what exactly was it for?
The disciple with more helpers would get better results? The Wanshan Sect she wrote about was not like that.
Someone tremblingly said, “This… this is too difficult.”
Another said, “I didn’t get this task when I came last time.”
Another just gave up and said, “I will pack up my things and go home.”
Ling Qianyi didn’t hesitate at all. After the initial shock, he quickly calmed down, picked up a stone, climbed up the tree and started counting the leaves.
Song Miaomiao made up her mind. No matter how unreliable the competition was, she must complete it. In the 22nd century, the wonderful life of eating hot and spicy food was still waiting for her! How were her loved ones? She didn’t watch a TV show for a long time. What about the new season of “One Hundred Thousand Bad Jokes”?
If she had known earlier, she wouldn’t have been too troublesome, and wouldn’t blindly seek dramatic conflicts. She had to go through so many hardships to make the male lead miserable. Back then, it should have been written that the male lead went to the Wanshan Sect, and the headmaster saw his extraordinary talent and amazing bones, so he immediately took him in as an apprentice.
The pit she dug herself, she had to fill it up even when she cried.
She better start counting the leaves than to cry.
Song Miaomiao couldn’t open her mouth, so she could only count silently, but the leaves were so numerous that it was easy to get lost after counting for a while.
Song Miaomiao picked up a pebble that could draw colors, climbed up the tree, and used the pebble to mark every branch after counting.
The sky was getting darker, and Song Miaomiao and Ling Qianyi’s stomachs were rumbling with hunger.
Song Miaomiao: [System Oppa, don’t I have mission points? Can a wish be exchanged? My wish is to know how many leaves are on this tree.]
System Oppa: [Sorry, the system estimates that your wish requires 5000 points, your current points are 400 points. The balance is insufficient, and the wish cannot be fulfilled.]
Song Miaomiao didn’t even have the energy to cry.
When she was concentrating on counting the leaves, Song Miaomiao hadn’t noticed the movement around her. Only then did Song Miaomiao notice that some people around her had given up. But what was the use of some people giving up? There were more than 500 people in that competition, and there were at least 400 more. The Wanshan Sect she wrote couldn’t accommodate so many people.
Ling Qianyi was still concentrating on counting the leaves. That concentration made him worthy of being a young male lead.
The sky had completely darkened, and they had to give the answer the next day. Some people were not in the mood to spend the night there, and went home directly. Anyway, it was impossible to count the remaining leaves at an hour after dawn.
Ling Qianyi and Song Miaomiao were leaning on each other, looking at the stars, and did not speak. Song Miaomiao was also very anxious. If he could not complete the competition, he would be eliminated. Once eliminated, she would not be able to complete the task. If she could not complete the task, she would immediately die.
Song Miaomiao suddenly felt that something was wrong with Ling Qianyi. Along the way to the Wanshan Sect, Ling Qianyi’s aura had never been so low. Even if Song Miaomiao couldn’t see his face, she could still feel his depression.
Ling Qianyi seemed to be trembling slightly. He wasn’t crying, was he?
Song Miaomiao touched Ling Qianyi’s eyes with her hand, and it was wet.
He was still a 9-year-old after all. In one night, his whole family was gone. He stumbled all the way and suffered so much to come to the Wanshan Sect. In little Ling Qianyi’s heart, the Wanshan Sect became his last hope for refuge. And the only hope for revenge. And now that hope was likely to be reduced to ashes.
Song Miaomiao took Ling Qianyi’s hand.
Ling Qianyi didn’t notice it at all, apparently completely immersed in his emotions. After all, he didn’t have a system like Song Miaomiao, who she usually talked to when distracted.
Song Miaomiao couldn’t speak, and it was too dark to see body language clearly. She tried to write in Ling Qianyi’s hand. Of course it was in simplified characters, and she didn’t know if Ling Qianyi could understand it.
“I’m with you.” Song Miaomiao wrote, hoping that the simplified characters of these words would not be too different.
Ling Qianyi couldn’t bear the itch in his palm, curled up his fingers slightly, and said in surprise, “Miaomiao, can you write?”
After Song Miaomiao finished writing all the words, her little hand held his thin little hand, “I know.”
Fortunately, Ling Qianyi could understand what Song Miaomiao wrote. It seems that the simplified characters of the world were similar.
Ling Qianyi said again, “Miaomiao, thank you. I won’t give up.”
Very good, this was a must-have quality for a male lead!
Song Miaomiao covered Ling Qianyi’s eyes with one hand, and wrote in his palm with the other hand, “Let’s sleep for a while, and continue to count tomorrow morning.”
The two snuggled up against the tree trunk and slept all night.
The next day, just after dawn, Ling Qianyi stood up and started counting the leaves again. At least half of them were missing. That tree was a hundred-year-old tree, and Song Miaomiao followed Ling Qianyi and got busy.
After a while, Master Fang’s voice suddenly reached Song Miaomiao’s ears from the side of the mountain forest, “There is still an hour, have you counted the number of leaves on the tree? If you did, you can come here and write down your answer.”
Immediately there was mourning in the woods, “It’s only one hour left? I only counted half of it.”
“Ah! I forgot how much I just counted.”
“Grandpa, I can’t count! Hurry up, pack up your things, let’s go home!”
Of course, some people walked out with a smile, “Hahaha, Senior Brother Fang, I already counted the number of leaves on the tree.”
“…”
Suddenly, Song Miaomiao seemed to have grasped the key words all of a sudden. Brother Song asked how many leaves were there on the tree, right?
The content of the test was how many leaves were there on the tree!
If there were no leaves on the tree, wouldn’t it be zero?
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