Be Good, My Disciple

(I handwrote this story in a notebook back when I was in high school. I’ve finally posted it here, even though the style is completely out of fashion on Jinjiang now. I still really like the story, though. Someday, while I’m still alive, I’ll rewrite the whole thing. Please look forward to it, mwah~)

Zhao Mi is fated to face a calamity: her romantic luck has been stirred.

If she doesn’t find a man to marry immediately, she’ll be struck by heavenly lightning.

Zhao Mi has been afraid of pain since she was little. Looking at the handsome young man in black before her, she gets straight to the point: “Disciple, how about we get married?”

Her disciple breaks into a cold sweat. “Master, you’re... a little too impulsive, aren’t you?”

She assumes her disciple is inexperienced with the ways of the world, and plans to kick him to the curb once she’s safely survived her tribulation.

But on their wedding night, her disciple pulls her into his arms. “Master, shall we have a baby?”

Premise: Face adversity with a smile, bravely overcome hardships, and believe that there will be a rainbow after the storm