When The Harem Novel’s Heroine Meets The Tragic Heroine - Chapter 16

Despite Xiao Qingtian being the male lead and looking tall and sturdy, at this moment, he was nothing more than a “five-point combat dreg”—completely incapable of taking a hit.

Yu Qingling looked down on this weakling, yet the weakling constantly felt the need to assert his presence, even going so far as to blow air toward her.

Her hands felt very itchy.

However, she couldn’t simply kick him away as she had done to Qin Anjue.

After all, Xiao Qingtian was her male lead. If she truly beat him up for no reason, the system would likely gift her a round of lightning strikes.

She took a step to the side, widening the distance between them, and looked at Xiao Qingtian. Her dark pupils were deep and heavy, radiating a sharp, piercing aura. “Do you want to become a true martial arts master?”

Xiao Qingtian’s body shuddered, his expression unable to hide his excitement. “Qingling, are you planning to take me as your disciple?”

Yu Qingling pursed her lips. Taking a disciple was impossible, but taking a human punching bag was definitely on the table.

The System, 99, spoke up: “Host, now is not the time to agree. Do not agree yet!”

Yu Qingling was shocked. “Does that mean I have to agree later?”

99: “Yes. A master-disciple romance—think about how exciting that is! The readers absolutely love this master-disciple CP (couple) of yours.”

Yu Qingling felt like hacking “Xiao Radish” and the creator of this book world to pieces.

Xiao Qingtian nodded like a chick pecking at grain. “Yes! I dream of being as powerful as you.”

Yu Qingling’s entire being radiated a chilling, murderous intent. “I have no intention of taking a disciple. However, during these private coaching sessions, I will guide you properly. An important prerequisite for becoming a martial arts master is being able to take a beating.”

Xiao Qingtian: “…”

Yu Qingling showed a rare moment of patience with him. “Think about it. When sparring or dueling with others, isn’t it certain that you’ll be hit by your opponent? If you fall to the ground and can’t get back up after a single strike, haven’t you already lost?”

Xiao Qingtian found this logical and nodded.

Yu Qingling returned to her cold and heartless demeanor. “Therefore, to become a martial arts master, you must first endure thousands of refinements.”

Xiao Qingtian asked cautiously, “So, what do we do next?”

Yu Qingling spoke coldly, “Now, we will first conduct ‘resistance-to-striking’ training.”

Xiao Qingtian gasped. Was it the kind of “resistance training” he was thinking of?!

Yu Qingling acted indifferent. “If it weren’t for the fact that this is a private lesson, I wouldn’t be telling you this. Perhaps you should transfer back to the small group class and learn with everyone else?”

Xiao Qingtian grew anxious. “How could I do that? Qingling, I worked so hard to snag your private coaching sessions!”

Yu Qingling gave a faint “oh.”

Xiao Qingtian asked tentatively, “Qingling, did your skills also start from this kind of resistance training?”

Yu Qingling frowned. “Do you want to train or not?”

Xiao Qingtian gritted his teeth. One must be willing to sacrifice to gain what they want. To win the beauty’s heart, what was a little resistance training!

“Yes! Of course I want to!”

Yu Qingling nodded. “Then let us begin.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Xiao Qingtian felt the world spin. He slammed onto the floor, the pain leaving his head in a daze.

Yu Qingling: “Get up.”

Not only did she beat him, but she also required him to climb up immediately after being hit to face the next round.

At first, Xiao Qingtian wanted to save face in front of Yu Qingling. He gritted his teeth, his veins bulging as he forced himself to endure. After just a few minutes, tears began to stream uncontrollably from his eyes.

Furthermore, Yu Qingling was very adept at provoking him. “This isn’t right. It’s only been two minutes, and you’re lying there refusing to get up? Those I’ve taught before could last at least ten minutes.”

“I barely used any strength.”

“Are you intentionally pretending you can’t get up?”

Xiao Qingtian had a mouth full of bitterness but could not speak. He stood up, teetering on his feet, only to be tripped by a leg sweep once more, falling so hard his eyes nearly rolled back into his head.

99 was stunned. “Host, what are you doing?! Stop it right now!”

Yu Qingling remained calm. “Don’t interfere with me teaching the male lead martial arts.”

99: “Do you want to be struck by lightning again?!”

Yu Qingling remained unfazed. “I haven’t broken my character, nor have I changed the plot. On what grounds would it strike me? This was Xiao Qingtian’s own agreement to undergo resistance training.”

99: “…”

In the original text, it only mentioned that Yu Qingling gave the male lead, Xiao Qingtian, lessons every night. As for the specific details of the teaching process, they were never described. 99 was helpless.

This was a case of “one willing to strike and the other willing to suffer.” Since things had developed this way, the system was powerless to intervene.

99 realized that this host was very good at exploiting loopholes.

What “resistance training”? This was clearly a personal vendetta, but the system had no evidence.

Outside the classroom, Xiao Li returned once again. Even through the door panel, she could hear the screams of a man inside. She froze for a moment before quickly pushing the door open, just in time to see Coach Yu’s elbow strike Xiao Qingtian hard in the chest, followed by a sharp, handsome back-kick from her long legs. The student, Xiao, crashed to the ground like a dead dog, gasping for air.

He looked so pitiful!

She quickly scurried over to Yu Qingling’s ear. “Coach Yu, did he harass you again?”

The implications of this were quite significant.

Yu Qingling raised an eyebrow. It seemed she had been too light-handed before.

Xiao Li lowered her voice. “Coach Yu, although this guy deserves a beating, he is still a client of the company. You should still take it easy; otherwise, the boss will dock your salary again.”

Yu Qingling: “We are conducting resistance-to-striking training.”

Xiao Li: “?”

Yu Qingling: “The student agreed to it.”

Xiao Li realized what was happening. In an angle where Xiao Qingtian couldn’t see, she secretly gave Yu Qingling a thumbs up. She cleared her throat. “Um, Coach Yu, your phone was ringing just now. I thought it might be something important, so I brought it to you.”

Yu Qingling glanced at Xiao Qingtian, who was sprawled on the floor and unable to crawl up anymore. She felt it was a pity she couldn’t continue the beating and took the phone.

On the screen was a missed video call from Bei Qiuqiu. She hadn’t caught it, and she didn’t know when the next video call would come.

Her expression darkened visibly.

Xiao Li leaned in. “Coach Yu, who was it?”

Seeing Yu Qingling staring at the missed video call for a long time without moving, Xiao Li’s imagination went into overdrive. “Is it from your boyfriend? Did you have a fight? Oh, cold wars are useless. If there’s a problem, you need to communicate promptly. Hurry and call back.”

As she spoke, Xiao Li had already helped her tap the “call back” button.

Yu Qingling: So I can actually call back. I’ve learned something!

She gave Xiao Li a look and walked straight out of the classroom.

The video call was quickly connected. Today, Bei Qiuqiu had her hair in a high ponytail. Her makeup was in a cold, glamorous style, giving her a bit of a heroic flair, and the lines of her black leather jacket added a touch of toughness.

Yu Qingling was slightly stunned. For a fleeting moment, she seemed to see a shadow of her former self—before she had come to this world—in the other woman. But looking closer, the woman was worlds apart from who she once was. She couldn’t help but smile faintly.

Seeing her look at the screen and smile with an unmistakable sense of nostalgia in her eyes, Bei Qiuqiu’s heart felt complicated.

The effort she put into her appearance today worked well, but it seemed to have stirred up some long-buried memories in the other woman.

Who was that person who shared a resemblance with her?