The Daily Life of a Lazy Author Transmigrating into a Book and Doing Nothing

"Ugh, this is so boring, when will it start?"

Su Zhengchu looked at Yu Xianxian, who was slumped over there, and silently turned his head away. Luckily, they were in a private room and no one else could see them, otherwise he would have definitely stayed far away from this girl.

"Hey, young master, tell me, is that savior in the blue shirt really that powerful?"

"Ah, are you asking about Jin'er?"

"Hmm... the one in the blue shirt, the one who saved me yesterday."

"Oh, Jin'er..."

Yu Xianxian sat up, stroked her chin and pondered for a while, then said under Su Zhengchu's expectant gaze, "Hey, want to know? I won't tell you."

Su Zhengchu: ...

He immediately jumped up and said, "You dare to mess with me!"

"I never said I was going to tell you, so how is that playing you?"

Yu Xianxian shrugged. Who told this guy to be so arrogant and irritating? Hey, she just won't say it, what can you do about it?

A certain demon lord: When it comes to being annoying, others may not be able to compare to you.

"Hmph, anyway, he's definitely not as good as my dad."

Hey, Yu Xianxian doesn't like hearing that.

"Who said that? Do you know what Jin'er's strength is? Foundation Establishment. Her swordsmanship was personally taught by the peak master of the immortal sect. Just take the fact that Jin'er can fly on a sword, does your father know that? Does he?"

Flying on a sword was something his father, being an ordinary mortal, could never do.

Although Su Zhengchu's face was flushed red, he still said defiantly, "So what? My father was able to lead an army of several thousand men to defeat an enemy force that was dozens of times larger. Can your Jin do that?"

When asked about her blind spots, Yu Xianxian: ...

She pouted, looked to the side, her whole face screaming "guilty conscience," but her mouth remained stubbornly open.

"Well... of course, it's just that my Jin'er has never been a general. If she were, she could be one too."

"Hmph, you're just bragging."

"She hasn't even tried it, how do you know it won't work?"

"My dad has never cultivated either. If he had, he would definitely be more powerful than that Jin."

"You're talking nonsense. My Jin'er reached the Foundation Establishment stage in seven years. Can your father do that?"

"How do you know it won't work if you haven't even tried it?"

"you……"

With a clang of a gong, the argument between a woman in her twenties and a primary school student in his teens finally came to an end.

The two walked to the fence and looked at the open door at the bottom. Su Zhengchu said, "Looks like it's about to begin."

Because Su Zheng had explicitly forbidden him from coming to this place, this was the first time Su Zhengchu had actually been able to stand here and watch the arena.

In the past, he would always be dissuaded by his attendants, only to be caught by Old Chen halfway back and then scolded by Su Zheng.

After several visits, Su Zhengchu also lost interest in the place.

Pshaw, what's so interesting about that? A bunch of rogue immortals fighting, so what if their moves are a bit more impressive, their weapons a bit more awesome, and they have a bit more amazing skills? What's so interesting about that?

Script: Huh~ Why do I smell lemon essence again?

"Speaking of which, there should be a match order in this arena, right? How is it arranged? Is there any behind-the-scenes manipulation or anything like that?"

"I don't know. I heard that the wandering immortals draw lots themselves, and those who draw the same number are a group."

"Drawing lots? That depends on luck."

Yu Xianxian stroked her chin, but it didn't matter. Their goal was to lose anyway, so it didn't matter what kind of opponent they drew. Well, as long as it wasn't someone like that who liked to kill people whenever they felt like it and was also incredibly strong, it was fine.

The person being criticized: ...He can actually comfort himself that this guy praised him for being strong. Hmm, it seems his mental fortitude is getting better and better.

"By the way, which number will our senior sisters and the others be when they appear?"

"Can you please watch this in a quieter way..."

"Roar!" Before Su Zhengchu could finish rolling his eyes in disdain, a loud tiger's roar echoed throughout the arena.

A man riding a winged tiger leaped onto the arena, while a woman in white looked curiously at the tiger on the other side.

"Is it an orange cat this time?"

That's right, this girl in white is none other than our Bai Ge.

Upon hearing this, the burly man laughed loudly, "Whether it's a cat or a tiger, you'll know just by laughing."

As he spoke, the tiger beneath him spread its wings and flew into the air, spewing raging flames from its mouth at Bai Ge, a sight that shocked the surrounding dignitaries.

Especially Su Zhengchu, who already had a phobia of fire, took two steps back and said, "This... this won't burn this place down, will it?"

"Don't worry, it's said that the Grand Preceptor has set up protective barriers around here, so you won't get hurt."

"Ha, that's good."

Just as Su Zhengchu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he realized something and immediately turned around alertly, and sure enough, he saw Su Zheng.

That voice... it really was Grandpa.

The fear of being controlled by his grandfather immediately surged into his heart, and Su Zhengchu quickly shifted the blame to Yu Xianxian.

"She wanted to come, it has nothing to do with me. Don't worry, Grandpa, I'll leave right away, right away."

As he spoke, Su Zhengchu tried to slip away.

Unexpectedly, Su Zheng patted him on the shoulder without saying anything, and then walked to the fence.

At this moment, Yu Xianxian was completely absorbed by the arena below and was unaware of what was happening behind her.

"Wow, that's quite a big difference."

"But that's not necessarily true. Although that burly man looks very imposing now and overshadows the girl, I think the girl is quite confident."

"No, no, no, I said..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yu Xianxian turned her head and saw Su Zheng. She froze, her mind going blank, and asked:

"I say, Young Master Su, how come you've aged so much in just a few minutes? You can't call me Young Master anymore, you have to call me Master."

Su Zheng: ...

He didn't say anything, but Su Zhengchu and Chen Ying immediately spoke up.

“Can you look closely? That’s my grandfather, not me.”

“Miss, that’s the Prime Minister, not the young master.”

"Oh, really? I'm sorry, Grand Chancellor, I'm so sorry for recognizing you as Su Zhengchu. I'm so sorry."

Yu Xianxian, realizing what was happening, immediately tried to salvage the situation, while Su Zheng smiled and waved his hand, saying, "You understand how you care about your companions, but perhaps you lack confidence in them a bit too much."

"Ah, yes, the Prime Minister is right. I shouldn't have let my concern cloud my judgment."

Su Zheng simply smiled kindly after hearing this, and then turned his gaze to the two people below.

Yu Xianxian turned her head back to watch the situation on the stage, secretly relieved that she hadn't told the truth to the Prime Minister earlier.

If people found out that she cared about the difference in appearance between the two people, she would be incredibly embarrassed.

"So, telling that kid will solve everything?"

"Ah, Su Zhengchu is fine. Anyway, his image in my eyes is already negative, so I don't care about my image in his eyes."

At this point, Si Tu became inexplicably curious.

"And what about me? How many layers of image do I have in your heart?"

"Have you ever heard of the eighteen levels of hell? You're even lower than that."

Si Tu: ...Hiss, it's higher than I expected. It could be lower.