Five hours later, Xi Yue opened her eyes again and wiped her forehead. She suddenly thought of something and checked her clothes were still on, sighing in relief when she found they were.

“Hey, what are you looking like that for? Do you really think I’m a pervert? Even if I was, who’d be interested in a washing board like you?” Lu Yin ranted.

Washing board? What washing board, they were clearly quite big? Xi Yue glared at Lu Yin angrily. Wait, what was she thinking? This PERVERT!

Even Lu Yin felt like he’d gone a little overboard, but he quickly dismissed that thought. She clearly had a superiority complex for no reason; she wasn’t as beautiful as Bai Xue, nor as elegant as Michelle; not as alluring as Mira, or even as innocent as Coco. Where did her confidence come from? At best, her voice was alright. This was the first time he’d encountered any musical battle techniques.

“When will the next gale arrive?” Looking at her gadget, Xi Yue realized that it had likely been spoilt when they fell through...