Genshin Impact: I was robbed at the beginning and I hated being ranked third!

Yang Ming looked at the quirky girl Hu Tao with great interest, and couldn't help but feel fond of her. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and decided to tease this lively and lovely hall master.

"I've long heard that Hall Master Hu is a dark doggerel poet from the alleyway school. I wonder if I'll have the chance to see his literary talent." Yang Ming said jokingly.

Lao Deng's face changed and he was about to stop him but Master Hu had already stood up.

"Oh? So you know my name, too!" Hu Tao said proudly, with her hands on her hips. "In that case, you've finally come to the right place! I, Hu Tao, am a famous alley-style dark doggerel poet! But... if you want to see my literary talent, you have to be sincere~"

After that, she winked at Yang Ming playfully, with a sly light in her eyes. Seeing this, Yang Ming smiled slightly, thinking that this little girl was quite cunning.

"Then how does Master Hu want to test my sincerity?" Yang Ming asked deliberately.

"Hmm..." Kurumi held her chin and thought for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up, "I got it! As long as you can answer the questions raised by this hall master, you will pass the test!"

Yang Ming nodded, indicating that he was willing to accept the challenge. Hu Tao cleared his throat excitedly and prepared to ask a question.

"Listen carefully, the first question is, what is it that is moving forward every day but never leaves its origin?" Hu Tao looked at Yang Ming expectantly, as if waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Yang Ming pondered the question carefully, "Something is moving forward every day, but it will never leave its origin." Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he looked at Hu Tao with a smile.

"I know, the answer is the clock hands!" Yang Ming answered confidently.

"Wow, you're amazing, little brother!" Hu Tao clapped his hands in surprise. "You got this question right! Next question, there is a word that everyone will mispronounce when they see it. What is this word?"

After a brief thought, Yang Ming already had the answer in his mind. He pretended to be thinking hard, which made Hu Tao stamp his feet anxiously.

"Guess quickly, guess quickly!" Walnut urged.

Yang Ming saw that the time was right, so he smiled and said, "It's the wrong word."

"Oh, you guessed it again!" Walnut pouted in frustration, but soon regained her energy, "There is only one last question, you must work hard!"

"No problem!" Yang Ming said confidently.

"Question 3," Walnut blinked and asked mysteriously, "Who is not afraid of the cold?"

Yang Ming thought for a moment and replied, "It's a snowman."

Hu Tao shook her head and said, "That's not right." Yang Ming guessed a few more answers, but Hu Tao still shook her head.

At this time, Yang Ming noticed that Hu Tao smiled secretly, and he realized that Hu Tao might be playing a trick on him. So he suddenly had an idea and said, "It's Master Hu."

"Why me?" Walnut asked curiously.

"Because Master Hu is passionate, of course he is not afraid of the cold." Yang Ming said with a smile.

When Hu Tao heard this, her face turned red all of a sudden. She said angrily, "How annoying! You're making fun of me!" But she was very happy in her heart.

Seeing Hu Tao's shy look, Yang Ming found her even cuter, so he said, "Master Hu, I have passed the test. Can I appreciate your literary talent now?"

Walnut agreed readily. She cleared her throat and began to recite her own poem: "The moon is out, bright yellow, and the forest pigs are rooting on the ground and grunting..."

Yang Ming listened attentively and smiled from time to time. He found that although Hu Tao's poems were simple, they were full of childishness and life. At this moment, he seemed to see a more real and innocent Hu Tao. After listening to Hu Tao's poems, Yang Ming couldn't help but applaud and praise: "Master Hu's poems are really unique and refreshing."

Walnut said proudly: "Of course, my poem is unique!"

Yang Ming took the opportunity to say, "I wonder if Master Hu would be interested in collaborating with me on a poem?"

Hu Tao's eyes lit up and she agreed immediately: "Okay, okay, let's each say a sentence and see who can come up with the more interesting one!"

So, the two of them started to create their own poems, talking to each other.

In this way, Yang Ming and Hu Tao spent a wonderful morning in a joyful atmosphere, and their hearts became closer because of this exchange.

Huh? You're talking about Lao Deng, who was watching from the sidelines. He couldn't interrupt even if he wanted to, so he didn't.

Hu Tao let out a long sigh of relief. She hadn't been this happy since her grandfather passed away. Although Zhongli was with her, he wouldn't play with her.

"By the way, it's been so long and you still don't know what the little brother's name is. As for me, you already know it."

Yang Ming smiled and then told Hu Tao his name. Hu Tao knew Yang Ming's name and made an appointment with Yang Ming to play together next time.

After that, Hu Tao left in a hurry. There was no other way. After playing with Yang Ming, she was very sleepy.

After Hu Tao left, Yang Ming and Zhongli switched seats to drink tea. Yang Ming had few friends in Liyue, Ganyu had to work overtime, Master, Lishui, Xueyue, Xiao, and Grandma Ping were dealing with Osser's body.

Now I can only follow Zhongli, even though Zhongli's entertainment is boring. But if I calm down, I can find the fun in it.

"Lao Deng, why are you here at Heyu Teahouse? Aren't you going to listen to Tian Tiezui's storytelling?" Yang Ming asked Zhongli, who had already ordered a pot of good tea and snacks with ease.

"Mr. Yun is going to perform on stage today. It would be a pity to miss him." Zhongli waited for the tea to be served.

"Mr. Yun, is that Yun Jin?" Yang Ming asked.

"Yes, opera is an indispensable part of Liyue culture. The culture of opera can be traced back to the sacrificial dance in ancient times..."

Yang Ming drank a sip of tea and listened carefully to Zhongli's talk about the history and culture of opera. He became more and more interested in Liyue's traditional culture.

"So that's how it is... Opera is truly a profound and extensive art form." Yang Ming exclaimed.

"Ms. Yun's performance is even more brilliant. She is good at playing various roles, whether it is a female hero or a talented scholar and a beautiful woman, she can portray them vividly." Zhongli

"Is it really that amazing? I've never seen an opera performance before." Yang Ming said curiously.

"It's okay. We can enjoy it together today." Zhongli pointed to the stage. At this time, Yun Jin had already stepped onto the stage and was ready to start the performance.

Yang Ming's attention was attracted. He quietly appreciated Yun Jin's performance, immersed in the beautiful singing and wonderful performance.

Soon the song was over, and the tea and snacks were gone. It was getting dark outside, and Yang Ming paid the bill, leaving the tip money to continue having fun with Zhongli.

"Didn't my friend make an appointment with the hall master to have fun together? The hall master is almost waking up now, why don't you go find him?" Zhongli said to Yang Ming who had been following him.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm in good physical condition now and can stay up all night. I'm bored now, so I'll follow you to have some fun." Yang Ming waved his hand.

After saying this, Zhongli said nothing more and let Yang Ming follow him.

"Zhu Dian Fang" Zhongli took Yang Ming on a boat to this den of indulging, which was also a place of Shura.

Every country has places to deal with darkness, and Zhudianfang is one such place. When Yang Ming boarded, he felt several gazes coming from the darkness. Zhongli shook his head, and the sight disappeared.

"Lao Deng, I never thought that you brought Ningguang to this kind of place." Yang Ming looked at Zhongli.

Zhongli said nothing more and walked in. As soon as he entered, the dignitaries came up to talk to him. Zhongli naturally negotiated with them, and Yang Ming noticed that although this was a place dedicated to dealing with darkness.

But at the same time, this is indeed a good place to learn etiquette and eloquence. After all, the people who come here are of high status.

Yang Ming found an empty table and sat down. A waiter handed him the menu.

Yang Ming was shocked when he saw it! A dish here costs 100,000 Mora, this guy is really a place for spending money.

But fortunately, Yang Ming's money was not his, so he didn't feel bad. After ordering a few dishes, a beautifully dressed woman wanted to serve Yang Ming, but was rejected by Yang Ming.

After a while, Zhongli came back. He sat down and poured himself a glass of wine, drank it, picked up the food and started eating.

“Lao Deng, I didn’t expect you to be such an Lao Deng, you come to this place.”

Yang Ming joked, but Zhongli showed no emotion.

"Don't you know what this place is for? Do you still need to ask me?"