So the Senior Sister Drew Her Sword

I am a swordsman with a straightforward personality and not good at speaking. As a senior sister, I often have to deliver important speeches in front of my disciples, to fight back against those who have evil intentions, and to enlighten comrades who love to go to extremes. Although I am quiet by nature, I can always impress everyone with my noble character, upright style, and superior prestige. But I am not perfect after all: When faced with a client who was accusing me, I spoke carelessly and accidentally hurt someone's foot; Facing the trouble maker who was mocking the sect, I couldn't stop him. I stopped him from talking but failed to stop my junior brothers and sisters from retorting; Facing my cynical temporary friend, I was confused and asked him repeatedly what each sneer meant; Until he became angry and pointed at me and yelled at me for being a rude martial artist. "I'm so useless, it's all my fault." Then I would lower my eyes and apologize with loss and self-reproach, with a hint of stoic sadness in the corners of my eyes. After all, I am a quiet swordsman by nature. Then my lovely junior sister will be shocked: "Senior sister!" "It's not you who's wrong, it's the whole world!" That's it, what a lovely junior sister, what an amiable classmate. Whenever this happens, the other party will always forgive me very generously, and even comfort me with many kind words. There are still many good people in the world. You ask me why I press the hilt of the sword? Um? I just want to touch my precious sword from time to time and maybe expose it for everyone to see. After all, I am a swordsman with a pure temperament. Old version copy: "You will be tortured physically and mentally by him eight times." Delirium Lingling said with his face in his hands. "What?" Jian Zhao was at a loss. "According to the routine, you will be tortured physically and mentally by him eight times, and then you will set fire to your home and fake your death to return to the clan." "..." "But I am number one in swordsmanship." "Forgot!" Delirium suddenly realized and clapped her hands. "Considering that scholar's weakness, you gave up practicing swordsmanship. Later, in order to please others, you even gave away your qualifications, and even had your sword bones dug out." Jian Zhao was silent. She didn't know why this reason was worth giving up sword practice, and she didn't know how to give away her qualifications. She only knew that people would die if their bones were dug out. "You will become super delicate, and you will turn over books, embroider, wash your hands and make soup, just to get him to look back by chance." Deli ordered to wipe away his tears. "But he! He was so cold! He actually treated you with even more contempt for this! He even brought back a pregnant woman! You left with despair!" Jian Zhao leaned back. "But it's actually all a misunderstanding. He will change his mind later when he realizes it. After all, love is a two-way journey between two people." "Then Long Aotian, our junior brother, got into a fight because of an old grudge against the sect, and even humiliated you in public." "But it doesn't matter. The scholar will protect you through his connections and his mouth." "At this time, you should be particularly touched, and then change your mind and remember how good he is." "In the end, junior brother took both black and white and became the best in swordsmanship; the scholar was both benevolent and righteous, and everyone praised him. Junior sister, I also found a way to go home." "What about me?" Jian Zhao asked. "You got love." "..." "There is also a pair of twins, a dragon and a phoenix." Delirium added in a low voice. "Stop talking." So the senior sister drew her sword. Ps: The male protagonist exists, just exists, and will not appear too early Purpose: People should spend their lives by themselves