I'm the Green Tea Junior Sister - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

All of our sect’s Elders are in secluded meditation.

The one leading our team is Eldest Senior Brother, the Male Lead.

The Male Lead never expected that in the short time it took for him and Second Senior Sister to exchange a few pleasantries with other sects, we could cause such a massive scene.

“You’re back!” we shouted, waving him over. “Eldest Senior Brother, hurry up and get an Awakening Pill. Fifth Senior Brother fainted.”

Eldest Senior Brother didn’t say a word.

That was because his own vision was currently going dark.

Sigh, men really are unreliable.

At the critical moment, it was our Second Senior Sister, the Female Lead, who stepped forward. She reached out, gathering spiritual energy at her fingertips, and quickly tapped several of Fifth Senior Brother’s acupoints.

Fifth Senior Brother woke up.

He was dazed for a moment, then let out a loud cry and jumped up from the ground.

“Wanwan! Wanwan, let me explain! It’s not what you think!”

He truly felt wronged, howling as he sprinted away. “I really didn’t do anything!”

This… this…

Who would have thought that the handsome Fifth Senior Brother would actually be such a simp?

We were all speechless.

I said, “Men are just useless.”

Tenth Senior Brother also said, “Sigh, men are just useless.”

Me: “Tenth Senior Brother, you’re a man too.”

Tenth Senior Brother remained calm and composed. “Yeah, I’m useless.”

The other sects: “…”

Eldest Senior Brother, the Male Lead: “…Fine. Having all of you is my ‘blessing.'”

Nowadays, talent is scarce in the Cultivation World.

If a sect’s new disciples produced even one genius or one lunatic, it would be enough to draw attention.

As for our sect’s disciples, they were either geniuses or lunatics.

We were practically stealing the spotlight.

Not long after Fifth Senior Brother sprinted away, he came back looking dejected. Of course, his face was also bruised and swollen from being beaten by his fiancée.

He was truly heartbroken and devastated.

Even when it was his turn to go up for the martial arts competition, Fifth Senior Brother was still crying.

However, that didn’t stop him and his sword from winning twelve matches in a row.

Even Tenth Senior Brother, who had helped me scam people earlier, moved his spear like a soaring dragon, steadily securing a spot in the top thirty.

“This competition is very important.”

Second Senior Sister took me to watch the matches and explained, “An Ancient Secret Realm appeared in the southwest this year. It’s a great opportunity.”

“Only the top ten sects from the competition are allowed to bring their disciples there.”

I had a sudden realization.

“Is Eldest Senior Brother going to compete?”

I clung to her arm, speaking in a perfectly manipulative, ‘green tea’ tone. “All this fighting and killing is so exhausting. We should let Eldest Senior Brother go instead. He’s so powerful; he’ll definitely win as soon as he steps onto the stage.”

“I’m different. I’m so weak; I only know how to feel bad for you, Sister.”

Eldest Senior Brother, who received absolutely no sympathy: “…”

The Female Lead couldn’t help but laugh.

“If we all went up, it would be blatant bullying.”

She said to me gently, “You haven’t been in the sect for long, so you don’t need to compete. Once your Senior Brothers win, you’ll be able to go with us.”

Huh?

There’s such a good deal?

Watching my Senior Brothers dripping with sweat on the arena-especially Fifth Senior Brother, whose face was a river of tears-my conscience pricked me slightly.

“Sister, I saw someone over there selling Iced Spirit Fruit Soup,” I said. “I’ll go buy some for the Senior Brothers to drink.”

Second Senior Sister smiled. “Can you carry it all by yourself? I’ll go with you.”

Ha, how could I let my Female Lead sister do such manual labor?

I gave a sweet smile. “No need, Sister! I’ll go with Eldest Senior Brother!”

“Eldest Senior Brother has long arms; he can carry more!”

Eldest Senior Brother, the human tool: “…So I’m never around for the good stuff, but I can’t escape the chores, right?”

It was indeed a hot day.

Morally kidnapped by me, Eldest Senior Brother was forced into the role of a pack mule and followed me out.

But after only a few steps, Eldest Senior Brother’s gaze suddenly sharpened. Without a second thought, he turned around and swung his sword!

Clang!

Metal clashed against metal, and a concealed weapon fell to the ground.