The Cold Sister Is Too Flirtatious - Chapter 5

Back in their dorm room, after showering, Leng Yao lay contentedly on her bed, another fulfilling day behind her.

Lin Tingxue retrieved a cup of fruit tea from her personal space and handed it to Leng Yao.

After Leng Yao had taken a few sips, she noticed Lin Tingxue’s empty hands. “Older Sister, aren’t you having any?”

“It’s all gone.”

So this was the last cup…

Leng Yao sat up and looked at Lin Tingxue. “Older Sister, I drink fruit tea all the time. Why didn’t you save this for yourself?”

“I can give away my own cup, but I don’t have the right to give away yours,” Lin Tingxue explained plainly. She wasn’t acting out of any particular affection, but rather out of the fairness required of a Sect Leader in all matters.

“Besides, I’ll be able to drink sweet tea more often in the future. Don’t you want to buy it for me?”

Lin Tingxue pondered. If the little rabbit really wouldn’t buy it for her, she’d have to take on missions to earn spirit stones.

“Buy, buy, buy! Older Sister can drink it every day if she wants!”

Who could resist an idol with such impeccable morals? Support Older Sister forever! She’ll never let us down!

At the classroom door, Leng Yao repeated for the fifth time, “Older Sister, don’t use your spiritual energy outside. Bad people will capture you. And if any boys try to talk to you, especially if they’re being overly friendly, don’t pay them any attention—unless I’m there.”

Leng Yao worried that some boys might try to curry favor with Lin Tingxue with ulterior motives. But Lin Tingxue was a third-year student, while Leng Yao was in a different grade, so their classes were different. Leng Yao could only reluctantly escort Lin Tingxue to the classroom door.

The Swordsmanship Class:

As soon as Lin Tingxue entered the classroom and sat down, just as Leng Yao had predicted, several boys, captivated by her beauty, began striking up conversations with her.

Lin Tingxue ignored the boys, her icy aura sending them scurrying away.

Ding-a-ling!

“Sorry, sorry, Teacher! My bike chain came off.”

A chubby boy with round-framed glasses burst into the classroom.

“Go ahead and find a seat,” the teacher said.

The boy, a bit slow on the uptake, shuffled over to Lin Tingxue’s side. “Hey, can I sit here?”

Don’t acknowledge him, the little rabbit had warned. Lin Tingxue remained silent.

The boy grinned and plopped down, assuming her silence was consent. He pulled his textbook from his backpack. Only after sitting did he notice something was off. He rubbed the goosebumps rising on his arm. “Hey, the AC seems to be cranked up pretty high today.”

A “Under Maintenance” sign, its tape having lost its stickiness, lay crumpled on the floor in front of the AC unit.

This was an elective course—a popular introduction to ancient swordsmanship. Few students skipped class, partly because the material was interesting, but more importantly, because anyone caught skipping would face Teacher Murong’s “personal instruction.”

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The Demonstration:

Lin Tingxue watched Teacher Murong lecture from the front of the class. She noticed a few inaccuracies in his explanations but remained silent. Leng Yao had warned her not to cause trouble. Besides, the man on stage clearly knew something about swordsmanship; his overall presentation was sound.

“Teacher Murong, show us a demonstration!”

Students began to clamor from below. Teacher Murong was the president of the China Swordsmanship Association, and everyone was eager to see him in action.

“Alright, I’ll give you a brief demonstration. Follow me outside; consider this an outdoor class.”

The group moved to the large open space in front of the campus fountain.

For safety, Teacher Murong chose a wooden sword. His gaze sharpened, and his movements became agile as the sword flowed effortlessly through a series of basic, fluid sword forms.

The crowd erupted in applause, but Lin Tingxue stepped forward from the group.

“Would you like to try, student?” Teacher Murong asked.

The student was male. Remembering Leng Yao’s warning, Lin Tingxue nodded silently.

Though Teacher Murong found Lin Tingxue a bit cold, he said, “Your courage to try is commendable. I’ll add ten points to your usual grade for this.”

“She didn’t even demonstrate anything and you’re giving her ten points? That’s not fair!”

Bai Chacha had arrived late today, never expecting to run into that country bumpkin from the other day.

A student protested, putting Teacher Murong in an awkward position. “Alright, class, how about this? If you perform well, I’ll give you ten points. But don’t worry, even if you don’t do perfectly, I’ll still give you five points.”

Bai Chacha whined in a sugary voice, “Teacher Murong, why are you giving points even for doing poorly?”

Teacher Murong replied, “If you’d like, you can come up and try too, and I’ll give you the same points.”

Bai Chacha stomped her foot. “Fine, I’ll try! What’s so hard about it?”

She grabbed the wooden sword, but quickly realized it wasn’t as light and nimble as it had been in Teacher Murong’s hands. When she tried to twirl it, it slipped from her grip and flew into the air.

The sword seemed to have a mind of its own, flipping mid-air so the blade pointed down as it fell.

“Ouch!”

Luckily, at the last moment, the sword flipped again, the hilt striking Bai Chacha’s head and leaving a large bump. Humiliated in front of everyone, she ignored Teacher Murong’s offer to add points for her name and fled the scene in tears.

The spiritual energy at Lin Tingxue’s fingertips dissipated. She remembered how much her little rabbit had disliked this woman, complaining about her for ages after they bought clothes together.

If the little rabbit doesn’t like her, she deserves a lesson.

Seeing Bai Chacha’s performance, Teacher Murong assumed Lin Tingxue would back down. He asked kindly, “Student, wielding a wooden sword can still be dangerous. Do you still want to try?”

Lin Tingxue gestured, and Teacher Murong tossed the wooden sword to her. The moment she caught it, everyone felt a shift in her aura, as if she had transformed into a true sword cultivator from a novel.

Lin Tingxue didn’t care about academic credit; she was simply appalled by the glaring flaws in Bai Chacha’s swordsmanship. Against a real enemy, such mistakes could prove fatal. She stepped forward to correct them.

As a sword cultivator who had practiced for over four centuries, she had long achieved perfect unity with her blade.

Her swordplay flowed with effortless grace, light and agile as a dancing butterfly.

With a flick of her wrist, Lin Tingxue executed a sword flourish Bai Chacha had failed to perform, executing it with flawless precision. The sword moved so swiftly that only afterimages remained visible. Though it was merely a wooden sword, the crowd felt as if flashes of sword light were dancing before their eyes.

In her final move, she thrust the sword forward with a piercing strike.

The water in the fountain erupted, soaring high into the air before crashing down, forming a shimmering curtain around Lin Tingxue.

Water droplets scattered, refracting sunlight into dazzling rainbows.

“Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!” Teacher Murong exclaimed, his mouth agape, at a loss for words beyond praise. “Lin Tingxue, was it? Are you interested in joining the Swordsmanship Association?”

“This kid’s got the potential to make the national team!”

Teacher Murong shook his head, unwilling to force the issue, though he couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret. But as he watched Lin Tingxue’s movements, he noticed something different—a fluidity and precision that seemed to surpass his own. He dismissed the class early and retreated to his office to study her technique.

With class dismissed early, Lin Tingxue didn’t know where to find Leng Yao. She returned to the classroom and waited patiently for her friend to come get her.

Little Fatty, who had come back for his backpack, spotted Lin Tingxue still at her desk. “Classmate Lin, class was dismissed early. Why aren’t you leaving?”

Remembering Lin Tingxue’s earlier performance, Little Fatty hurried back to her side, even though he was already at the door.

“Classmate Lin, have you ever considered joining our drama club?”

Lin Tingxue remained silent throughout. Little Fatty seemed to realize something. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you couldn’t speak. No worries, we also have mime performances. You could definitely participate if you’re interested.”

Little Fatty went into full sales mode. “Our club also has this super enthusiastic and lively junior sister named Leng Yao. You’d be totally captivated by her!”

“Enthusiastic and lively—that definitely fits Little Rabbit,” Lin Tingxue nodded.

Little Fatty misunderstood. “You’re in! Yes! Here’s the sign-up form… wait, never mind, no need to fill it out. I’ll register you myself later.”

He dashed out like a shot.

After waiting a while, Lin Tingxue saw an irate Little Rabbit slam her phone down in front of her.

“Older Sister, you promised not to use spiritual energy outside! How did you get on the confession wall? No wonder the school suddenly needed people to refill the fountain!”

The video showed the complete footage of Lin Tingxue’s sword dance.

“That wasn’t spiritual energy, it was sword intent.”

Leng Yao’s fiery anger immediately fizzled out. There’s no arguing with Older Sister’s strength. It’s not her fault.

Changing the subject, Lin Tingxue asked, “Someone just invited me to join a club. What’s a club?”

“He definitely has ulterior motives, Older Sister! Don’t listen to him!” The rabbit clenched her fists, her arrogance flaring. “Which club is he from? I’ll go teach him a lesson! How dare he covet you? I’ll knock his teeth out!”

“The Drama Club.”

Leng Yao unclenched her fist. Isn’t that the club I’m in? she thought. The Club President finally did something right!

She quickly changed her tune. “Older Sister, the Drama Club is actually quite fun.”

Lin Tingxue cut straight to the point. “Can it improve my cultivation?”

Leng Yao’s eyes darted around as she came up with an analogy. “Graduating from university requires credits, and joining the Drama Club earns you credits—it’s like improving your cultivation in college. So, Older Sister, will you join?”

Leng Yao truly was Lin Tingxue’s devoted fan, knowing exactly what to say to appeal to her idol’s interests. Under Leng Yao’s hopeful gaze, Lin Tingxue nodded.

On Wednesday afternoon, when everyone was free from classes, Little Fatty summoned the Drama Club members.

Classmate Lin, you’re here!

To make the non-verbal Classmate Lin feel welcome, Little Fatty had even learned sign language.

Following Leng Yao’s instructions, Lin Tingxue greeted him with a simple “Hello.”

“Classmate Lin, you can speak!”

“Of course Older Sister can speak,” Leng Yao interjected, suddenly popping out from behind Lin Tingxue and standing beside her with a radiant smile. “President, what were you flailing around with those weird gestures just now?”

“You two know each other too?”

It took Little Fatty a while to realize it had all been a misunderstanding. Classmate Lin simply didn’t enjoy socializing. He awkwardly scratched the tip of his nose.

He handed Lin Tingxue the script. “Classmate Lin, since you’re new, you can take a look at the script and get a feel for it.”

The entire script featured only actions, with no dialogue. Little Fatty realized this, scratched his head, and took it back. “This was originally prepared as a silent play just for you. How about this? Junior Sister Leng Yao has a shoot today to help promote Shanwen University. Classmate Lin, why don’t you observe and learn from the other groups for now?”

Afterward, Leng Yao was taken to the drama club’s dressing room for makeup, while Lin Tingxue and Little Fatty sat in another room.

“Club President! Club President! The male lead broke his leg playing basketball and can’t come!”

A girl with yellow hair in a high ponytail burst into the room, delivering the bad news to Little Fatty.

Little Fatty paced anxiously, the flesh on his face trembling with each step. “What are we going to do? The school anniversary is only a month away, and today’s promotional video is supposed to build hype for it! Where am I going to find another male lead?”

Su Zhizi, as the screenwriter, was equally frantic. Suddenly, she noticed Lin Tingxue sitting nearby, her aura as striking as a snow lotus blooming on a high mountain peak.

“Club President, we have our solution right here!”

The two shared a telepathic moment and rushed to Lin Tingxue, feigning tears. “Classmate Lin, you’re our savior! Could you please fill in as the male lead?”

“Will it earn me academic credit?”

Academic credit = increased cultivation.

Little Fatty pounded his chest in assurance. “Absolutely! I’ll get it approved by the school tomorrow.”

However, they only had male period costumes. Unable to find a suitable outfit for Leng Yao on short notice, they asked Lin Tingxue to try on the available costume first to assess the effect.

Seeing Lin Tingxue in the costume, Su Zhizi and Little Fatty exclaimed in unison, “Perfect! It’s perfect!”

Leng Yao arrived at the school pond early and waited on a stone bench. She’d heard the male lead had injured his leg and wondered who the new lead would be.

Her older sister had disappeared too. They said she was changing costumes, perhaps to rehearse a different scene.

Leng Yao picked up a fallen red flower from the ground and, bored, began tearing off its petals one by one, gathering them in her palm.

If only my first scene could be with my older sister.

She felt a wild surge of envy and jealousy toward the person currently acting opposite her sister.

“Leng Yao.”

Leng Yao looked up, startled by Lin Tingxue’s voice. Flustered, she tried to greet her but forgot she was holding flower petals.

They scattered.

Amidst the crimson petals, Lin Tingxue stood in her white dress, her face as clear and cool as moonlight, truly resembling a celestial being descended from the starry sky.

Leng Yao froze, thinking, I think I’ve finally found my female lead.

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