My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 603 - 597 Plum Blossom Formation

Su Xuan, during the selection competition for the Study Companion, had already reached group 48, which consisted of the Ten Gentlemen of Mount Everest. Each of these individuals was a master of his own right, so Su Xuan couldn’t be careless, and since he didn’t have a weapon, he could only dodge and further observe their tactics before making a move.

"Why aren’t you striking?"

Su Xuan’s refusal to strike was thrilling for the audience. Su Xuan had been dodging for several rounds already, indeed showing some skill. Seeing one person being ganged up on by ten others, many in the audience couldn’t help but feel a surge of compassion.

Many people were quietly rooting for Su Xuan, not daring to show it openly because as members of the Song Family, it was one thing not to openly support the Ten Gentlemen of Mount Everest, but to support an outsider would suggest a rebellious heart—an absolute taboo within the Song Family Army, for fear of being thrown into the mountains to feed the wolves.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Sword light flashed by, and now Su Xuan wasn’t just merely dodging; he was making tentative attacks.

Smack!

Su Xuan actually managed to touch his opponent’s back with his hand. Had Su Xuan held a weapon, that man would have been disabled long ago. frёewebnoѵēl.com

The man, feeling humiliated, fought back even more fiercely. The more furious he became, the easier it was to spot his flaws. Su Xuan, who enjoyed studying his opponent’s movements, always found opportunities were there for those who were meticulous.

Bang!

This time, Su Xuan showed no mercy, dodging the incoming sword and kicking the man.

Boom!

The man fell heavily to the ground, his sword slipping from his grasp.

"Pathetic. I almost don’t have the heart to beat you."

Su Xuan meant it sincerely. The Ten Gentlemen of Mount Everest weren’t as capable as their title suggested—merely a facade.

Speaking of history, the title was bestowed by Song Tianbao’s great-grandfather, who had once overpowered the well-paid experts hired by the government.

"Give me back my sword, give me my sword!"

Su Xuan picked up the sword from the ground and found it surprisingly suitable. The man on the ground was wailing, reaching out for Su Xuan to return his sword.

The rest of the Ten Gentlemen of Mount Everest had not expected Su Xuan to be so formidable, easily defeating one of their own; they therefore stopped their frivolous actions and became more cautious.

With a sword now in hand, Su Xuan stirred a minor frenzy among the spectators; some even started to clap, causing the people next to them to glare and quickly stop.

Seeing how quickly Su Xuan had managed to grab a sword, Song Tianbao snorted coldly from the stands. "Not having them do tasks for so long, it seems their skills have regressed. It’s really embarrassing."

Song Shuangshuang had already returned to her room and was sobbing into her pillow. She had seen Su Xuan fall victim to the "Thousand Mountains and Hundred Beauties" evil magic and walk towards the edge of the stage. Su Xuan was just about to fall off, and she had run back without daring to watch, knowing that Su Xuan would no longer become her Study Companion. Her heart felt inexplicably sad. Oh, what a destined yet unattainable relationship, truly nobody’s fault.

Song Shuangshuang wiped the tears of injustice from her eyes, still remembering the joy of learning to fish with Su Xuan. She had caught a twenty-something-pound fish then, the biggest fish of her life. Thinking back, Su Xuan seemed quite handsome too. Hee hee, if I plead with Daddy, maybe he can still become my Study Companion or even an attendant.

Thinking this, Song Shuangshuang decided to go back to the Defending Platform to see, not to watch who was on the platform, but to talk to her father about Su Xuan.

But as soon as she reached the Defending Platform and saw from afar a crowd surrounding someone, the man in the middle seemed to look like Su Xuan.

Shuangshuang rubbed her eyes vigorously, and upon looking again, it still resembled Su Xuan.

Suddenly, as Su Xuan turned around, Song Shuangshuang froze—it really was him!

He hadn’t lost? How could this be? She clearly saw him just half a step from falling off the platform earlier. How could he still be on the platform? Could there have been a significant turnaround?

Song Shuangshuang ran to the stands, where by then, Song Tianbao had stopped drinking tea and switched to alcohol. Song Shuangshuang knew her father’s habit of drinking alone when upset.

"Daddy, what’s wrong? How is Su Xuan still on the platform?"

Song Shuangshuang whispered, fearing that her father would say that the person was not him.

"Humph."

Song Tianbao looked up at the Defending Platform, even more annoyed, and poured himself a full glass of wine and drained it. "That Su Xuan sticks like plaster; once he’s up there, he just doesn’t come down. Do you think he might be using some evil magic? He’s already at group 48, and he still hasn’t come down!"

"What? He’s reached group 48?! That’s great!"

Shuangshuang jumped three feet high, so excited that her face flushed red.

Seeing her father in a bad mood, she consoled, "A contest naturally involves winning and losing. Su Xuan winning to become my Study Companion is a good thing for our Song Family, and even more so for me. Why do you seem unhappy, Daddy?"

Shuangshuang made a sound argument. In fact, Song Tianbao wasn’t angry because Su Xuan was too strong but because his own people were too weak, allowing Su Xuan to single-handedly reach the 48th group. As the Family Head of the Song Family, he bore an inescapable responsibility for the weakened state of the Song Family Army.

"Daddy, what do you think of Su Xuan?"

Shuangshuang asked mysteriously, her heart favoring Su Xuan and keen on having him as her Study Companion.

"What do you mean, ’what do you think’?"

Song Tianbao hadn’t had much interaction with Su Xuan, so it was hard to give a good assessment, but being an old hand, he was very aware of his daughter’s little schemes, understanding exactly where her intentions lay.

"What’s the matter, Shuangshuang, you shouldn’t fall for him."

Song Tianbao said this intentionally to see how his daughter would react.

"What are you talking about? How could I like him? He doesn’t have any good qualities. The person I like has very high standards, and he probably can’t meet them."

Looking at his daughter’s blushing face and her final remark, "he probably can’t meet them," Song Tianbao looked at Su Xuan on the stage and was biting his teeth in hatred. When had this boy won his daughter’s heart?

Anger made Song Tianbao’s hand tremble as he held his wine cup. Su Xuan, Su Xuan, why do you meddle with my daughter? Wait until the competition is over, I will see to your end!

"Daddy, why do you look so pale? Is it because you drank too much? Let me take you to your room."

"Don’t mind me!"

He really had drunk quite a bit, and it was affecting him. He roughly pushed his daughter’s hand away, having never been so rude to her before.

Shuangshuang looked at her father in shock and cried.

Her crying sobered Song Tianbao up quite a bit, and he took his daughter’s hand with a look of apology on his face.

"Wuu... Mother, look, Daddy is bullying me! My life is so hard. I lost you when I was young, Daddy doesn’t love me, what’s the point of living!"

"Shuangshuang, don’t you still have me?"

Song Tianbao, feeling guilty, fidgeted with his hands, not knowing how to explain to his daughter.

This made Song Shuangshuang cry even harder: "Mother, please take me away with you. Daddy doesn’t love me, and he doesn’t like the person I like. Mother, today I’m coming to find you!"

"Ah, Shuangshuang, who said I don’t like Su Xuan? I am just evaluating him. As long as he wins, he naturally will become your Study Companion. I can’t possibly object. That’s the result of the competition."

"Then you can’t despise Su Xuan!"

"Alright, I won’t despise him. I’ll treat him fairly and equally."

"If Su Xuan wins, you must be very happy!"

"Okay, I will definitely be very happy. Is that satisfactory now?"

Song Tianbao, sweated by this precious Shuangshuang, who liked to bring up her mother in arguments. True, Shuangshuang never really experienced what maternal love was. What Shuangshuang lacked least in this life was probably fatherly love. Song Tianbao tried to satisfy and agree to everything she wanted.

"Hmm, that’s more like it."

Hearing her dad speak so frankly, Shuangshuang finally felt cheerful, mostly because Su Xuan had already reached the 48th group on the stage. If he could get past this group, and the 49th one, as for the 50th group, which is the last one, it was already practically an open secret.

The final group’s test was to identify the real Song Shuangshuang among many people with eyes closed, a necessary requirement for a Study Companion. Shuangshuang was very confident in Su Xuan.

Now Song Shuangshuang had high hopes for Su Xuan, but she was a bit unhappy about one thing — Qiuyue. It was said that Qiuyue was his girlfriend. How could he already have a girlfriend? Why should he have a girlfriend already?

If only he didn’t have one.

Oh yes, a girlfriend isn’t a wife; it’s just a trial period before marriage. They were still adjusting. Shuangshuang harbored a naive hope that their adjustment would fail, and then she could take advantage of it, hehe...

Finally, she turned her gaze back to the stage, where Su Xuan now held a sword commandingly, his presence undeniably imposing. And that sword really suited him well.

"Hand over the sword quickly, or you will die a gruesome death!"

Su Xuan was immune to such bluster. He didn’t even bother to look at them. If you have the ability, come and take it; if not, just stare.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Su Xuan swung the sword a few times. The sword was entirely white, the blade emitting a faint white glow. It was a fine sword, but wielded by someone rather less impressive.

"Now that I have the sword in hand, you might as well admit defeat. As you have seen, my Kung Fu is formidable, taking the sword was a piece of cake."

Su Xuan was boasting. He had only managed to take the sword because that fellow’s Kung Fu was lacking.

"Brothers, don’t listen to his seductive lies, form up!"

"Really? There’s a fallback plan, good, good!"

Su Xuan guessed they wouldn’t be so pathetic. Sure enough, there was a fallback plan. Otherwise, Su Xuan would really look down on the title of the Ten Gentlemen of Mount Everest.

It was yet to be seen whether they were worthy of their fame or not. Su Xuan still had to test them out.

They had already started to form up, and one of them had no sword. Su Xuan naturally wouldn’t give him one; that would be like releasing a tiger back to the mountain, deliberately making trouble for himself.

With the sword in hand, Su Xuan felt much more confident.

"Plum Blossom Formation!"

The ten men moved swiftly, surrounding Su Xuan in the center. The swords flew around, and the weak sunlight reflected off the blades, shining into Su Xuan’s eyes, nearly blinding him.