I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2743 - 1703: The Sun Rises in the East, Only I Remain Unbeaten

Fifteen years old, indeed, it’s different.

The Martial Saint actually cooked personally, preparing a breakfast. Even though the main dish was just noodles, it was the thought that counted.

"Sister Shurui, how’s the taste? It’s my first time, please be forgiving."

"It’s tough, having the birthday person cook personally."

"Haha, isn’t it just so you can all share in the luck."

Li Shuru smiled gently, "You’re getting better at speaking."

"A bit bland, but edible, there’s room for improvement."

Comrade Jiang Chen commented; after tonight, his sitting posture had become quite steady.

The Martial Saint sneaked a peek at him and, for some reason, felt somewhat guilty.

"Say hello to your parents for me."

Li Shuru to the Martial Saint, today she initially wanted to invite him over, but with what happened yesterday, it was obviously inappropriate.

"Sister Shurui, don’t be shy, try the gift my parents brought for you."

No doubt about it.

A plate of tangerines was also placed on the dining table.

"Sure, I’ll take it later."

Li Shuru agreed with a smile, not minding at all, then turned to Jiang Chen, "I’m going to see Guo Ran today."

Jiang Chen nodded.

"Sister Shurui, take care."

Li Shuru’s appetite has always been small, after having one or two noodles and half a cup of milk, she left first, taking a tangerine with her.

After she left, the Martial Saint immediately gave Jiang Chen a covert wink.

The Daoist Sister was as usual, sparing in words, focused solely on dealing with the food in front of her.

"Your eyes uncomfortable?"

The gaze met, the Martial Saint was silent, reaching into his pocket, sneakily yet mysteriously, he took out an unidentified item, placed it on the table, and slowly pushed it towards Jiang Chen.

——It looked a bit like the shoe polish used by street shoe shiners when he was young, but without packaging or any markings.

Jiang Chen’s eyes revealed confusion.

"Bro, for you, should be quite effective."

The Martial Saint whispered.

"What is this?"

Jiang Chen paused his chopsticks.

"This is the birthday gift from Sister Liuli."

Jiang Chen was surprised, involuntarily looking towards the Daoist Sister.

The other person also raised their head.

"Birthday gift?"

"Yes."

The Martial Saint’s expression was a bit awkward.

It was indeed a birthday gift.

Though, to be precise.

He actively asked Sister Liuli for it.

Hmm.

At dawn today.

Since it was his birthday, Sister Liuli didn’t refuse, and this morning when she came back from outside, she gave him the gift.

Jiang Chen put down his chopsticks, reached out and picked up the ointment. "Why give it to me?"

"This... is for treating ’bruises and sprains’, should be very effective."

Jiang Chen’s expression changed subtly.

"Did you get hurt?"

The Daoist Sister spoke up, her understanding sharp.

Jiang Chen did not comment, questioned the Martial Saint, "Why give it to me?"

The Martial Saint coughed, explained, "For the bro’s self-defense... right, self-defense."

Jiang Chen’s eye twitched, knowing the information had been leaked.

Knowing it by Li Shuru and knowing it by Martial Saint and Tanki Liuli are two different matters.

Having his body harmed, having his dignity trampled wasn’t enough, still broadcasting it widely.

Too unfair!

"Who told you?"

Jiang Chen asked knowingly.

"Bro, I know nothing."

The Martial Saint quickly lowered his head to gobble noodles.

"This medicine only treats external injuries."

The Exquisite Taoist added a jab.

Someone gripped the ointment tightly, angry but speechless.

Or.

Should get the "Sunflower Manual" back from Luo Peng.

When autumn comes, September the eighth, after my flowers bloom all others will wither?!

"I don’t need it."

Jiang Chen swallowed his pride, enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens, pushed the ointment back.

"Bro..."

"Better you keep it for self-defense." Jiang Chen picked up the chopsticks to eat noodles, his appetite quite good, his spirit also was vibrant.

The Martial Saint watched, feeling puzzled.

The photo was clear, the belt was snapped, otherwise he wouldn’t have hurriedly knocked on Sister Liuli’s door so late.

"Bro, are you really okay?"

The Martial Saint whispered, doubting.

"What could be wrong with me? How did your sister tell you?"

Jiang Chen’s voice wasn’t intentionally lowered, loud enough for Tanki Liuli to hear clearly.

"My sister said nothing."

"A true sister indeed."

Boss Jiang said mockingly.

The Martial Saint felt embarrassed, "Bro, don’t misunderstand, I found the belt wasn’t brought back, so I asked my sister, thinking maybe it was left in the room, then my sister said... the belt was broken."

Jiang Chen remained composed, stopped his chopsticks, but before he could speak, Tanki Liuli suddenly spoke, with an unprecedented tone of surprise.

"Did you fight with Senior Sister?"

It had to be the Taoist.

Straight to the point.

There was no embarrassment for someone, even promptly clapped his fingers, "Wrong, not me fighting her, she attacked first, I was forced into self-defense."

The Martial Saint was immediately shocked.

What?

Even fought back?

Tanki Liuli was also staring at the man whose tone was firm, then said softly yet resolutely.

"Impossible."

"Right bro, are you bluffing?"

The Martial Saint instinctively responded.

Though their sentence structures differed completely, the implication was the same, all doubting certain someone’s martial competence.

Jiang Chen let out a sneer, quite nonchalant, picked up the chopsticks again, with an unshakable air, like an unpredictable Martial Arts Grandmaster.

"Know how not to be a slave?"

The Martial Saint didn’t understand, instinctively shook his head.

"Stand up proactively."

Jiang Chen struck the bowl with his chopsticks, sounding firm and clear.

The Martial Saint hadn’t recovered yet, just heard a "click".

He turned to look.

Only to see Sister Liuli put down her chopsticks, already half-standing.

"Let’s spar."

Straightforward.

The Exquisite Taoist never liked empty talk.

To not be a slave indeed requires standing up proactively.

However.

Practice is also the only standard to verify truth.

Jiang Chen remained unmoved, with a celestial demeanor.

"Wait a second."

The Martial Saint suddenly raised his hand, laying it across the dining table, "Sister Liuli, isn’t it somewhat unfair? You all are in a cycle battle, even a win wouldn’t be honorable."

Jiang Chen remained calm, secretly feeling pleased.

Compared to her Senior Sister, Tanki Liuli undoubtedly was more reasonable, hearing this, she said nothing, silently sat back down, then looked at Jiang Chen.

"When is it okay."

Ha.

What a joke.

Where is the most peculiar trait of these two Senior Sisters.

Tanki Liuli may be more reasonable, but her strikes definitely showed no mercy like her Senior Sister.

In other words, she lacks the recognition of normal human strength.

If yesterday was her, since Boss Jiang had the confidence to move, he would have been subconsciously matched as a suitable opponent, then the price someone would pay wouldn’t just be a few harmless red marks on the butt cheeks.

"Three days later!"

Don’t misunderstand.

That wasn’t what Boss Jiang said himself.

It was the Martial Saint speaking for him, after that, he glanced at Jiang Chen, "Is it okay bro?"

For a moment, Jiang Chen couldn’t figure out whether the guy was deliberately trapping him or blindly worshiping him.

Tanki Liuli stared at Jiang Chen, stunned by this pair’s cooperation, then asked.

"How did you progress so fast?"

Boss Jiang, nonchalant, picked up the milk beside him.

"The sun rises in the east, only I remain undefeated."

"Pfft——"

The noodles in the Martial Saint’s mouth nearly sprayed out of his nose.

Tanki Liuli’s pupils froze, her mouth opening unwittingly, incredibly cute.