From the look of things, it seemed she was preparing to help Chen Chang Sheng clean his feet.
Chen Chang Sheng obviously wouldn’t dare to let her do this, they weren’t in the library at Orthodox Academy, this was within His Holiness’ Green Leaf World, tens of examinees and even more venerable Li Palace clergy were currently looking in their direction. He didn’t want their fiery anger to burn him into smouldering ash; he quickly took the handkerchief.
“Your Highness, with the way he’s fighting, you might need to prepare more boots,” said Tang Thirty-Six seriously, with a hint of complaint.
Tang Thirty-Six continued: “There are another four rounds till the end, you will need at least another three pairs of boots.”
His words were intended to tease the master and disciple pair, but he couldn’t have guessed that Luo Luo would instead become happy, cheerfully saying: “May it be as you say.”
Tang Thirty-Six was baffled, before coming to realise that he had subconsciously espoused the opinion that Chen Chang Sheng could reach the end.
“There’s no need to prepare additional boots, in the coming rounds, I’ll take care not to bare my feet,” said Chen Chang Sheng without waiting for Tang Thirty-Six to explain himself, he then turned his gaze to Luo Luo and said: “You should just concede for this round.”
A master commands, a disciple obeys; Luo Luo had always listened to his words, but this time, she didn’t.
“No.”
Her reply was very swift and decisive, carrying with it the hint of a young girl pouting, or perhaps what could be called “tsundere”.