Protect Our Clan Leader-Chapter 1409 - 53: Zongkun’s Happy Fish Life (Vote for Monthly Tickets)
Chapter 1409 -53: Zongkun’s Happy Fish Life (Vote for Monthly Tickets)
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“I also want to take the exam.”
A crisp voice rang out, and Yun Mengyu, with her go-getter attitude, immediately jumped out and walked forward with her head held high.
However, since Yuling wanted to conduct a “clandestine visit” to see for herself the Changning Guard, referred to by Longchang and Old Jiang as the “Da Qian miracle”, her attire and appearance were akin to that of a commoner and rather unimpressive.
“Get lost, little girl, don’t make trouble,” the middle-level manager hurriedly shooed her away, “Didn’t you see the young master is taking the exam?”
“Why can he take the exam and I can’t?” Yun Mengyu was so annoyed that she rolled her eyes, huffing and grumbling, “Doesn’t your [Special Professional Guild] claim to be fair, just and open? So, a noble son is human, but a commoner like me isn’t?”
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Yuling helplessly rolled her eyes, thinking that this girl had been doted on since birth, yet dared to call herself a commoner? Nevertheless, this girl was clever and quirky. She wasn’t an easy customer during her time in the Immortal Dynasty.
Once she caught someone bullying others, she would go to great lengths to stir trouble.
“Alright, alright, alright.” After all, being an elite graduate of the Wang Family School, this middle-level manager was of good overall quality, and said helplessly, “If you’re willing, then take the exam with the young master.”
He didn’t believe for a second that this girl, who looked about the same age as the young master, could pass any secondary profession.
“That’s more like it.” Yun Mengyu’s mouth curved up, “Middle-level manager, let me ask you something first. What is this Junior Puppeteer? Is that even a profession in our world?”
“Miss, you should be more polite. I’m a middle-level manager by position, not by name. My name is Ouyang Yingzhe, born into the Eighth Grade Ouyang family, with our ancestor being the Wang family’s loyal servant, Ouyang Junyan,” protested the middle-level manager Ouyang Yingzhe, “As for Puppeteer, it is a profession branched from the Artifact Refining lineage by the forty-seventh son of the Wang Family’s Ning generation, Wang Ningxi.”
“Bystander A, remember this, my name is Yun Mengyu, a name destined to make the world’s upper echelons tremble,” bragged Yun Mengyu arrogantly, “But never mind, someone insignificant like you wouldn’t be shaken by my name. As for Puppet Master, I’ll take a look into it later.”
“Since that smug kid Wang Fugui is taking five exams, I’ll reluctantly take five as well. I’ll take Alchemy, Artifact Refining, Formation, Spiritual Insects, Beast Taming. Ah, my Talent is really too poor, I have no Talent for being a Spirit Plant Master… I’m not very knowledgeable about Puppet Master either, sigh, my life as Yun Mengyu has truly been a failure, unable to be flawless.”
“…”
The spectators all suddenly looked at her with shocked expressions. Where did this ridiculously narcissistic young girl come from? Has she been reading too many female-oriented fantasy light novels? She thinks she can compete with the noble son?
“Miss Yun,” even Wang Fugui sensed something was amiss and promptly, with elegant manners, said, “I’m taking five exams not to show off, but to support my father’s work. If I’ve offended you in any way, please forgive me.”
“Rich little fatty, my taking five exams isn’t to show off either,” sniggered Yun Mengyu, “I just want you to understand the saying that there are always mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people.”
“I’m not fat, just have a slightly round face…” Wang Fugui touched his cheek, a look of resignation on his face, “My dad said I’ll slim down when I grow up.”
“Your dad is deceiving you… When you grow up, your face will only get rounder,” teased Yun Mengyu with a giggle.
“Round is round then, my great-grandma said it’s a sign of great fortune,” replied Wang Fugui indifferently, not bothered at all, “I’m going to take Alchemy now, do you have a fire-related Bloodline? Do you want me to lend you my Spiritual Artifact, the Departure Fire Sparrow, after I’m done?”
“No need, I have my own fire-type spiritual pet.” Saying that, she patted a delicate pouch on her waist, the mouth of which opened and expanded, from which a dopey fire-type fledgling fluttered out.
It took a stroll around the professional hall and finally settled on Yun Mengyu’s shoulder, blinking its round and naive eyes, looking inexperienced in the ways of the world.
“Is this a Li Huo Sparrow?” Wang Fugui was taken aback, feeling that this firebird looked somewhat similar to the Li Huo Sparrow at home.
“Chirp! Chirp chirp! Chirp chirp chirp~~~” The dopey fledgling fluffed up its feathers and let out a series of indignant chirps, staring furiously at Wang Fugui.
“Little Ming, be good, don’t be angry, let’s not be angry,” Yun Mengyu quickly consoled and coaxed, “Yes, you’re right, it is that smelly little fatty who is sightless, right, you’re not some low-ranking firebird like those Li Huo Sparrows. You are a noble bloodline Sacred Fire Sparrow of the Nanming lineage. Don’t worry, I’ll defeat him later and make him apologize to you.”
“Chirp chirp.” The fire-type fledgling’s anger seemed to abate somewhat but it still looked at Wang Fugui with disapproval.
“Oh, so this is the famous Nanming Sacred Fire Sparrow,” Wang Fugui suddenly realized and took a few more glances at it, “Is it said that this little sparrow can potentially reach Level Eleven or even Level Twelve?”
“How about that, jealous, right? This is much stronger than your top-quality Spiritual Artifact, the Li Huo Sparrow,” boasted Yun Mengyu, still a young girl unable to resist showing off.
“It’s okay, seems to have good potential,” Wang Fugui acknowledged truthfully.
