I Really Didn't Want to Make an Advance.

"Senior Brother Chen, a new rouge shop has opened at the foot of the mountain. Tomorrow..." The junior sister's green-white fingers twisted the corners of her clothes, and her face turned red with embarrassment before she even opened her mouth. While Chen Shu was dancing with his sword, he had a confused look on his face: "I'm sorry, junior sister, I have to practice sword practice tomorrow." "What about the day after tomorrow?" The girl seemed a little angry, her cheeks bulging like soup dumplings just out of the cage. Chen Shu gritted his teeth and said, "I also need to practice swordsmanship." "Oh... Then you can continue practicing. I'll ask my senior brother to take me there." The girl's face suddenly turned cold, she rolled up her sleeves and left. Seeing the junior sister gradually walking away, Chen Shu hesitated several times, but in the end he still did not stop her. Chen Shu kept dancing with his sword. As he moved, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and was quickly blown away by the sharp sword wind. In the rustling autumn wind, Chen Shu could no longer suppress the grief, anger and grievance in his heart. He looked up to the sky and roared: "Give me back my happy fishing life! I really didn't want to advance!"