The Cold Sister Is Too Flirtatious - Chapter 9

The tourists erupted in panic, suddenly plunged from bright light into pitch-blackness, unable to see anything.

Lin Tingxue, who had been sitting in the front row, left her seat. In the darkness, she no longer concealed her abilities and directly used her spiritual energy to fly into the air.

Boom—

The sisters suddenly felt the terrifying sensation of falling abruptly halt. Though they couldn’t see, they clearly sensed a powerful force propelling their car forward.
The lights flickered back on. Lin Tingxue remained in her seat, the detached car having come to a smooth stop, at least out of immediate danger. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief, assuming the two sisters had been lucky—the car had simply gotten stuck.

As Lin Tingxue stepped off the roller coaster, she felt someone rush into her arms like a frightened animal, sobbing uncontrollably. “Older Sister, I’m so glad you’re okay,” Leng Yao gasped between sobs.

I worried this little rabbit, Lin Tingxue thought, gently stroking the girl’s back. “It’s alright, it’s alright.”

With such a major incident at the amusement park, staff began evacuating most visitors unrelated to the roller coaster.

The two were led to discuss compensation for emotional distress. Leng Yao refused the money. “I don’t need this money,” she declared, “but every single penny must be invested in improving the park’s safety measures.”

The manager nodded, promising to comply, but secretly plotted how to embezzle the substantial funds allocated by his superiors.

Leng Yao, truly angered, snapped, “Call them right now, in front of me!”

The manager hadn’t expected the petite, seemingly delicate girl to become so formidable when provoked. He had no choice but to dial the number and put the call on speakerphone.

“Brother Zhang, we need to request five additional backup batteries for the park.”

The manager’s face fell. Backup batteries for the entire park? Five of them? How much will that cost?

“Brother Zhang, there’s another issue. The safety lock on the roller coaster is broken—the one on the far right of the front row.”

This was a project handled by the insurance company, and the supervisor hurried to say, “You’ll need to contact them later. Those damn locks are supposed to be unbreakable, even with a chainsaw!”

Yet the silent girl sitting in that very seat seemed completely unharmed.

Satisfied that the other party couldn’t weasel out of responsibility, Leng Yao led Lin Tingxue away. As they passed the gift shop, Lin Tingxue said, “Wait for me.”

A notification popped up on her phone: “Family Pay: ¥35 deducted.” Her older sister had spotted something she liked and circled back to buy it.

When Lin Tingxue emerged, she held out a Star Kirby hair clip to Leng Yao. “Now that we’re out of the park, you don’t have to wear the rabbit ears anymore. I thought you’d like to wear your favorite pink puffball instead.”

Large tears welled up in Leng Yao’s eyes. They had just faced death together, yet her older sister still remembered her preferences.

Wiping away the tears, Leng Yao nodded emphatically. “Yes, I love it.”

Back at the dormitory, they were past curfew, but the dorm auntie, remembering it was Qixi Festival, turned a blind eye and let them in.

Lin Tingxue went to shower first, while Leng Yao waited outside.

The moment the bathroom door closed, Lin Tingxue coughed up a mouthful of blood, barely managing to stay on her feet.

This world seemed to have its own Heavenly Dao. As an outsider, Lin Tingxue’s cultivation was restricted by it, preventing her from interfering with the fates of mortals.

Thanks to her cultivation, she could see far beyond ordinary sight. She watched as the little rabbit’s face turned deathly pale, yet she gritted her teeth, determined to save her.

So weak, yet still trying to save others.

Lin Tingxue was moved, her gaze hardening. What does the Heavenly Dao matter? I was born to protect all living beings.

She channeled all her spiritual energy, preparing to defy the world’s formidable rules.

Boom—

A faint cracking sound reached her ears. Lin Tingxue sensed an invisible barrier shattering, and her spiritual energy briefly surged back, restarting the roller coaster.

But in the next instant, the Heavenly Dao ruthlessly suppressed her again. She was now as helpless as an ordinary mortal, trapped in the once-secure safety restraints.

The severe injuries she had sustained during her transmigration had never fully healed, causing her cultivation to plummet several realms. She was now powerless to resist the Heavenly Dao. Yet she trusted Leng Yao, who possessed a tenacious vitality she herself lacked—a life force that would never let her give up.

With the backup battery in the control room, the entire amusement park began to light up, radiating outward from Leng Yao as the center.

In that moment, Lin Tingxue saw only Leng Yao glowing.

After using the Purifying Water Spell to cleanse away the blood, Lin Tingxue took a bath and emerged.

Leng Yao had already fallen asleep on the bed, exhausted from the day’s tumultuous events. The emotional rollercoaster had finally overwhelmed her.

Lin Tingxue sat beside Leng Yao, gazing at her sleeping face. Compelled by an inexplicable impulse, she reached out and gently stroked her cheek.

In her sleep, Leng Yao felt the touch and unconsciously nuzzled her face against Lin Tingxue’s hand, murmuring drowsily, “Older Sister, you’re done with your bath. I’ll go take mine now.”

Despite her words, she remained half-asleep, lying motionless on the bed.

Lin Tingxue lowered her gaze, lifted Leng Yao into her arms, and carried her into the bathroom. The sound of rushing water filled the air.

The next morning, Leng Yao jolted awake in bed.

What was I thinking last night, letting Older Sister bathe me?! Aaaahhhhh!
Good thing she’s meditating on the balcony. I can avoid her for now.

Leng Yao quickly washed up, grabbed a carton of milk, and tiptoed toward the door.

Suddenly, the balcony door slid open, and Lin Tingxue entered the room after finishing her meditation.

Forced to acknowledge her, Leng Yao greeted her awkwardly, “Older Sister, good morning! I had such a ridiculous dream last night—I dreamt you were bathing me!”

She forced a nervous laugh, trying to quickly dismiss the memory. “Ha ha ha ha, how absurd!”

“Mm-hmm.”

What does “Mm-hmm” mean? Is she agreeing about the bath?

Realizing the little rabbit might not understand, Lin Tingxue added, “It wasn’t a dream.”

Shocked by her bluntness, Leng Yao choked, spraying milk across the room and herself.

Leng Yao could only change in the bathroom, but she noticed Lin Tingxue following her in. Hurriedly, she said, “Ahem, Older Sister, I can manage on my own. You don’t need to help me wash.”

“Alright.”

If you listened closely, you could detect a hint of disappointment in Lin Tingxue’s voice. The little rabbit’s skin was so smooth, she wanted to touch it again. But Leng Yao was too flustered to notice.

Leng Yao quickly emerged from the bathroom, having figured out Lin Tingxue’s personality. She realized that Lin Tingxue would help anyone who asked.
Though she was no longer in a difficult situation, Leng Yao couldn’t help but feel a pang of bitterness. “Older Sister, if you had met someone else back then, would you have listened to them the same way?”

“I would.”

Leng Yao’s bitterness deepened. So it wouldn’t have mattered who it was. My sister would have been the same.

“But I would leave after waking up. I wouldn’t stay.”

Lin Tingxue’s words struck Leng Yao like a thunderbolt.

But my sister has never left me! Her mood instantly brightened, and she grabbed her textbook to head to class.

Little Fatty happened to be in the same class as Leng Yao. As soon as she sat down, he excitedly switched seats to sit next to her.

“Junior, Junior, did you know you and Classmate Lin topped the CP Ranking?”

Leng Yao, a seasoned internet surfer, was completely bewildered. “What CP Ranking?”

Under the cover of his textbook, Little Fatty pulled out his phone and tapped on a screen. “Look, the confession wall just launched this ranking. They’re picking the most popular campus couples to recommend for the university gala.”

The opportunity was highly coveted. Not only did it earn extra credit and count toward volunteer hours, but most importantly, it exempted participants from the mandatory campus-wide sun run—a true golden ticket.

Knowing Lin Tingxue wouldn’t be interested, Little Fatty turned to Leng Yao. “Help me convince Classmate Lin,” he pleaded. “Your performance together would be amazing. You two are everyone’s favorite couple! There’s even fan art of you on Tieba.”

As he spoke, Little Fatty opened Tieba, revealing photoshopped images of the pair. In the original videos, they had been standing meters apart, but in these pictures, they were impossibly close, their lips nearly touching.

Caught off guard by the top-pinned post’s content, Little Fatty awkwardly tried to exit.

“Wait, Club President,” Leng Yao said. “What’s the name of this Tieba? Send me the link. And about the performance, I’ll convince my older sister.”

“Great! I’ll be waiting for your good news.”

On the way back, Leng Yao scrolled through the Tieba posts, grinning foolishly as she saved each photoshopped image to a private album.

They’re so quick! she thought. Not only was there fan art, but also fan fiction. When she read a story where she and her older sister were… doing things, Leng Yao’s face flushed crimson. Yet the idea of writing her own fan fiction sparked in her mind. The existing stories are too tame. I need to create my own content.

That night, a new fan fiction thread appeared on Tieba, posted by someone calling themselves “Snow and Little Shell.” The content left readers breathless, like feasting on meat and then drinking the rich broth—every spoonful brimming with tender morsels.

In their dormitory, Leng Yao sidled up to Lin Tingxue and said slowly, “Older Sister, I want to talk to you about something.”

“I agree.”

“But I haven’t even told you what it is yet!”

Lin Tingxue closed her notebook. “Every time you want to talk to me, it’s always for my sake. So there’s no need to discuss it.”

Leng Yao felt a pang of guilt. This time, it was for her own selfish reasons—she wanted to create memories with her sister.

“If it benefits you, then there’s no need to discuss it either.”

Waaah, Older Sister is too good! I have to do something for her. “Okay! Older Sister, is there anything I can help you with?”

Lin Tingxue did have something in mind. She pushed her notebook toward Leng Yao. “That little brat said to send him the homework electronically after class. I don’t know what a computer is or how to use it. This is what I wrote—can you help me type it up and send it?”

Leng Yao facepalmed. “Older Sister, you can’t call Teacher Murong ‘that little brat’! Even though he’s hundreds of years younger than you, you still have to call him ‘Teacher,’ understand? I’ll type up your homework and send it to him.”

Lin Tingxue nodded obediently, indicating she understood, and went to the balcony to cultivate.

Leng Yao opened the computer, suddenly wondering if Lin Tingxue could actually write a proper paper. She flipped open the notebook and found only one page filled with writing:

[July 25: Read Chinese Sword Techniques Deconstructed.]

[July 26: Planned to start writing.]

[July 27: Gained some insights. The whole thing is just rambling nonsense.]

Older Sister, this isn’t a paper, it’s just an outline! And Chinese Sword Techniques Deconstructed was written by Teacher Murong himself! Do you even want to pass this class?

Leng Yao resigned herself to reading Chinese Sword Techniques Deconstructed, the keyboard clattering incessantly late into the night.

The next day, Lin Tingxue went to her weekly sword technique class. Spotting Teacher Murong, she remembered Leng Yao’s reminder and nodded in greeting, “Hey, Kiddo Teacher.”

Teacher Murong found the nickname odd, but he cherished Lin Tingxue as a prodigious talent and didn’t mind too much. Besides, this was the first time Tingxue had ever greeted him first! Today might be the day!

As usual, he asked, “Tingxue, are you interested in becoming my personal disciple?”

Lin Tingxue shook her head. His sword skills were inferior to her own.

Undeterred, Teacher Murong resolved to ask again next week. He’d already seen a glimmer of hope; there was no need to rush.

Lin Tingxue settled into her seat and pulled out Chinese Sword Techniques Deconstructed. Though the book was riddled with errors, the little rabbit had insisted that to avoid failing the Kiddo Teacher’s class, she needed to pay close attention.

Teacher Murong switched on the projector. “Yesterday, I asked you all to submit your essays. Today, we’ll randomly select two students’ work to showcase.”

Names scrolled across the screen, finally settling on Bai Chacha and Lin Tingxue.

Teacher Murong first opened Bai Chacha’s document. Bai Chacha wore a confident expression. She hadn’t bothered writing it herself; she’d paid someone else to do it. The writer had guaranteed her a high grade, so Bai Chacha was already anticipating praise.

As Teacher Murong read through the essay, the analysis was well-structured and logical. He nodded in satisfaction. But the more he read, the more familiar it seemed. Wait a minute… isn’t this my own graduation thesis?! They’d only changed the introduction before copying the rest verbatim.

Teacher Murong couldn’t tolerate plagiarism. Without hesitation, he announced, “Bai Chacha, this is plagiarism. Zero marks.”
But then, her sobs abruptly ceased, as if a zipper had been suddenly pulled shut, silencing her instantly.

The Speech-Sealing Art, cast by Feng Yanjue, hovered invisibly over Bai Chacha’s lips, imperceptible to mortal eyes.

Annoying.

Teacher Murong moved on to Lin Tingxue’s document, hoping his favorite student wouldn’t disappoint him like Bai Chacha had.

“Excellent, excellent, excellent!” Teacher Murong exclaimed repeatedly, surprised by how deeply Lin Tingxue appreciated his work. The detailed analysis throughout the text showed that his efforts to cultivate her had not been wasted.

Suddenly, Lin Tingxue raised her hand.

Teacher Murong smiled warmly at his star pupil. “Tingxue, what is it?”

He wasn’t prepared for her next words, which shattered his composure.

“Teacher, I didn’t write this essay.”

Bai Chacha’s face turned pale. She hadn’t expected this outcome. And since the essay was ghostwritten, she couldn’t even appeal. She collapsed onto her desk, sobbing loudly as male classmates tried to comfort her

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