The group chat at this moment was incredibly lively.
[Child Without Parents: Good job, Sis, hahaha! That one sentence of yours went straight for her jugular; she was so angry she stopped talking!]
[The Single Married Woman Who Runs the Academy: You're not bad either, your little mouth is like it's been smeared with honey!]
Upon seeing this message, for some reason, Qian Renxue's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
After all, teaming up with outsiders to insult one's own mother was considered an utterly outrageous act, regardless of the era or World.
But for Qian Renxue, who had never enjoyed a shred of maternal love since childhood, there was no guilt whatsoever.
There was only a near-rebellious sense of satisfaction mixed with a deeper, unspeakable sorrow.
Just then, a new message popped up.
(The Richest Little Rich Girl in Heaven Dou's mute status has been lifted.)
It turned out that a certain unfortunate person whose account was banned had been released after serving their time.
[The Richest Little Rich Girl in Heaven Dou: Can someone talk to me now?]
As soon as this message appeared, the previously lively group instantly fell into a dead silence.
[The Richest Little Rich Girl in Heaven Dou: Hey, hey, hey, why aren't you talking again?]
[The Richest Little Rich Girl in Heaven Dou: Can you please acknowledge me?]
Clearly, Miss Ning Rongrong's previous "excellent" debut in the group had left an overly deep first impression on the lurking group members.
Everyone chose to keep their distance from this group member with a spoiled young mistress temperament.
After all, if you can't provoke them, can't you avoid them?
Just like that, Miss Ning's messages began to flood the screen alone—one, two... over a dozen messages passed, yet they still sank like a stone into the sea.
Finally, a reply showing clear impatience popped up.
[Big Cat in the Dark Night: Can you stop posting? It's noisy.]
Since that mysterious "Small Brick" would always reorganize itself back to the owner no matter where it was thrown,
and kept popping up message notifications, it was undoubtedly a torment for Zhu Zhuqing, who was diligently cultivating.
[The Richest Tycooness of the Heaven Dou Empire: You... how dare you complain that I'm noisy! Do you know who this young mistress is? My father is...]
[Big Cat in the Dark Night: I don't care who your dad is. If you keep running your mouth, I'll @ the Group Owner!]
As soon as this was said,
Big Cat in the Dark Night dealt a critical hit to The Richest Tycooness of the Heaven Dou Empire, achieving outstanding results.
On the other side of the screen, Ning Rongrong, who had been huffing with anger, was like a hamster forced to eat coptis root—full of fury but unable to vent it, only capable of impotent rage directed at the air.
Zhu Zhuqing sighed in relief, looking at the interface that had finally quieted down.
What if someone started spamming again later?
Thinking of this, Zhu Zhuqing started frowning again.
She had originally thought this strange group chat might help her fight against her family's destiny, but not only did it fail to help, it was full of useless information.
It seriously affected her cultivation.
Just as she was worrying, a new message arrived like timely rain.
[Ice and Snow Smart: Cat in the Dark Night, are you still there?]
[Big Cat in the Dark Night: Yes, what is it?]
[Ice and Snow Smart: You can swipe the group chat to the right to enter the group settings, where you can block the group message notification sounds.]
Zhu Zhuqing tried as instructed and indeed saw the life-saving "Block Group Messages" switch.
She clicked 'On' without hesitation.
The World was finally quiet.
[Big Cat in the Dark Night: Thank you!]
[Ice and Snow Smart: You're welcome, don't mention it. Didn't the Group Owner say that being able to join this group is fate? We are all family.]
[Big Sister with a Vicious Heart: Huh? It's true! Thank you, thank you! You are so clever. This broken thing has been dinging at me all morning, and I've had a headache!]
[Ice and Snow Smart: Hehe, it's nothing much. I just usually like to fiddle with things, so I played around and discovered it.]
[Loves Eating Carrots: No wonder your group name is 'Ice and Snow Smart.' You truly are a big smart one!]
[Ice and Snow Smart: big smart one? Hmm, why does that sound... strange?]
As this "Godly Trick" spread, several other lurking members who had been harassed by the notification sounds also surfaced, silently giving "Ice and Snow Smart" a thumbs up in their hearts.
The quiet group chat instantly warmed up, and several people started chatting.
This scene deeply stung Ning Rongrong, who had just been collectively ignored.
She gritted her silver teeth, and a nameless fire rushed straight to her head.
"Hmph! You're all ignoring me, huh?"
"I have everything I want in reality, so why would I bother wasting time on you bunch who spend all day soaking in virtual chats!"
Thinking this way, that familiar sense of superiority quietly raised its head, attempting to smooth the wrinkles in her heart.
"Yes, exactly! They must be useless in reality, with nothing to do, which is why they spend all day here! Why should I get angry at people like them?"
"I'm not mad... I'm really not mad!"
Ning Rongrong patted her flat chest, trying to calm herself down, but the result was that the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt.
After all, enduring for a moment brings calm, but taking a step back... makes her angrier the more she thinks about it!
"Why should I yield to them?"
"Hmph! Since none of you will talk to me, I'll make you come find me!"
The action-oriented Miss Ning immediately got out of bed and changed her clothes.
*Dang dang dang* she rushed out the door, heading straight for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School Great Hall.
Today, Gu Rong and Ning Fengzhi were out.
The heavy responsibility of guarding the Sect fell upon Sword Douluo Chen Xin's shoulders.
Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes, deliberately dabbed some tea water on the corners of her eyes to create a pitiful look, and rushed into the Great Hall: "Grandpa Sword! Grandpa Sword! Someone bullied me!"
Hearing this, Chen Xin's sword-like eyebrows shot up, and the aura around him suddenly became sharp: "Who? Who is so bold as to bully our precious Rongrong!"
The might of a Titled Douluo, even if only a trace was released, was enough to make the air inside the hall stagnate.
"Rongrong, tell me, who bullied you? I'll go settle the score with him right now!"
Ning Rongrong pointed pitifully at the brick in her arms: "It's them!"
Chen Xin looked in the direction she was pointing, and found nothing.
He blinked, then focused intently and looked again, confirming there was truly nothing.
There was nothing in the direction Ning Rongrong was pointing.
Chen Xin's tone carried a hint of helplessness and doting: "Rongrong, where are the people? Are you playing a trick on Grandpa again?"
Ning Rongrong's heart immediately skipped a beat, and she quickly held the brick up in front of him: "Grandpa Sword, can't you see it?"
Chen Xin finally understood—this Little Ancestor was finding another way to amuse herself at his expense.
He sighed, his tone softening: "Rongrong, stop fooling around. Grandpa has to guard the Sect today."
Using mental force to cover and patrol the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was a very taxing task.
Seeing that Chen Xin completely disbelieved her, Ning Rongrong genuinely panicked: "Grandpa Sword, I'm not fooling around! There really are people inside this!"
Chen Xin turned to look again, and it was still empty.
Being tricked once could be laughed off, but twice in a row, even her doting Grandpa Sword was getting a little impatient:
"Rongrong, if you have nothing to do, go back and cultivate properly. You are the future heir of the Sect, after all. What kind of behavior is it to play around all day?"
"Alright, hurry back."
Chen Xin waved his hand and turned away.
"It's bad enough they call me a little demoness, but now even Grandpa Sword doesn't believe me! I'm never talking to any of you again!"
The pent-up grievances instantly burst forth. Ning Rongrong's eyes reddened, and large tears rolled down.
Wiping her tears, she rushed out of the Great Hall without looking back.
"Rongrong!"
Chen Xin reached out to stop her, but the small figure had already vanished outside the hall door.
He withdrew his hand, looked at the empty doorway, and sighed, shaking his head: "Ah... Grandpa Sword truly didn't see anyone there."