Xiangxiang smiled shyly.
Suddenly, as if rembering sothing, she hurriedly ran to rummage through her bag, pulling out a small square box, and handed it to Qin Xin:
"Little Miss, I almost forgot, this is the package your master sent today. He heard you were competing and wanted to give you so encouragent."
"He also sent a ssage saying that, no matter the competition results, it doesn’t matter. What matters in life is the process, the process of participating."
Qin Xin’s cold expression lted a little as she took the small square box.
Typical of Master Tuantuan’s style.
An antique-style huanghuali wood box, with a traditional concentric lock fastener.
Luckily she knew how to open it.
He taught her that this winter.
The friends watched the box curiously.
Ao Xinghao sobered up a bit: "When did Sister Xin have a master? Such philosophical words, ’Life is about the process of participating, tsk...’"
Hu Yi looked confused: "Then what should I call my master’s master?"
Song Anjing knocked him on the head: "That would be the grandmaster, dummy."
Huo Zhen: "I really want to know what kind of extraordinary person could be Sister Xin’s master."
At 190 pounds, the whimpering monster: "Then I guess it’s a really old old man, wah wah wah!"
"Click—!" A sound interrupted everyone’s speculation.
The box opened.
A gentle light spread, causing everyone to squint their eyes.
When they opened their eyes again, Huo Zhen, usually reserved and quiet, was the first to exclaim: "Deep-sea pearls! Natural, flawless, more expensive than diamonds..."
He had seen many good things.
His ho was filled with raw diamonds.
After all, his brother Huo Tingzun owned a diamond mine.
Yet, such perfect deep-sea pearls were extrely rare.
Just one could make a statent at an auction, making people fight over it.
But now here was a whole box of them...
The gift-giver sure was extravagant.
Ao Xinghao and Hu Yi, too, recognized their worth, clicking their tongues in wonder.
Song Anjing, having never seen them before, couldn’t help but pick one up: "Such a big one, could it be made of plastic?"
Qin Xin smiled slightly: "Hmm, perhaps. You can take it to play with."
Song Anjing thought for a mont: "Just like the crystal flower mud you gave , I’ll place it in the pot of Dongju as a decoration."
Qin Xin grabbed a handful of pearls, placing one in each friend’s hand: "One per person, fair and square."
When it was Xiangxiang’s turn, she hesitated for a mont but eventually gave one: "In rembrance of the beautiful short ti we’ve spent together."
She said softly.
Xiangxiang nodded cluelessly but nodded nonetheless.
Ao Xinghao squinted: "Xin, what do you an by short ti? We have long-lasting beautiful monts, even a lifeti ahead..."
Hu Yi interrupted him cluelessly: "You’re lying, when you get married, will you still play with Sister Xin?"
Ao Xinghao was at a loss for words.
While Hu Yi was feeling proud of himself, Ao Xinghao said quietly: "I’ll bring my wife to play with Sister Xin, do you have a problem with that? Or will you forget us as soon as you have a wife, you unfaithful friend, I’ve seen through you."
Hu Yi: "...I, I won’t get married then!"
Huo Zhen: "I’ve recorded it, will play it for your future wife."
Hu Yi collapsed: "Ahhh, curse you all, Sister Xin, Master, please protect ..."
Amidst the laughter, Qin Xin’s lancholy was slightly alleviated.
She looked at the few remaining pearls in the little box, closing the lid.
The farewell gifts had been given, it was ti to say goodbye.
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