It turned out that Qian Renjue was overthinking things.
Or rather,
he had been made too sensitive by Ling Yuan and A Yin these past two days.
Stepping into Dugu Yan's boudoir,
nothing too explicit actually happened.
Just simple,
not much energy-consuming kisses and touches.
"Your Highness~"
Dugu Yan nestled in Qian Renjue's arms, a golden banana chip in her mouth.
She raised her head and moved closer, her vermilion lips moist, as if coated with rock candy.
"Yan'er, there's no need to feed me like this, right?"
Qian Renjue chuckled dryly.
At this moment, he was like prey, entangled by Dugu Yan on the soft sofa.
"..."
Dugu Yan paid no heed.
She only tightened her embrace, her妖异碧绿豎瞳 (yao yi bi lu shu tong) strange, green, vertical pupils fixed on her prey.
Her arms wrapped around Qian Renjue's neck.
A snake's kiss pressed against his red lips, pushing the banana chip into his mouth, dissolving it.
"Mmm!"
Qian Renjue's Adam's apple bobbed.
He grabbed the snake tail lying across his chest and scratched it as if tickling it.
The fine scales were neatly arranged, tight and dense.
Icy and smooth, they were very slippery.
Under Qian Renjue's hand, some snake scales slightly lifted, a tremor of warmth emerging.
Dugu Yan's face flushed slightly, and she retracted her snake tongue.
Watching Qian Renjue swallow the food, she pursed her full red lips, happiness overflowing.
Her jade hand gently caressed her chest.
"If Your Highness doesn't like it, then Yan'er won't feed you like this."
"Mm."
Qian Renjue nodded slightly.
He hugged her slender waist and gently patted the snake tail wrapped around him.
"Loosen your tail a bit too, it's a bit tight."
"Yes~ Your Highness."
Upon hearing this, Dugu Yan immediately loosened her entanglement with her prey.
She quietly leaned against Qian Renjue's chest.
Her gaze lowered, watching the terror about to break free from the layered snake body.
Her娇颜喋血 (jiao yan die xie) delicate face turned bloody, becoming timid and docile.
Dugu Yan shifted her gaze, suddenly feeling a little worried about Ye Lingling.
Lingling had made so many preparations.
Had she considered the reality and built up her psychological defenses?
She probably had...
After all, Lingling and His Highness had already shared a bed.
—
While Qian Renjue was resting with the beautiful snake, waiting for noon to arrive,
far away in Shrek Academy,
Yu Xiaogang had barely slept all night.
He got up early, brewed a medicinal chicken soup, and came to Tang San's dormitory door.
He knocked on the door.
His familiar voice came from the room.
"Is that you, Xiao Ao? Come in!"
Squeak!
Opening the door, Yu Xiaogang carried the chicken soup, leaning on his crutch, and stepped forward.
He tried to keep his voice down:
"Xiao San, how's your recovery going?"
As soon as he spoke,
Tang San immediately turned his head, a look of surprise on his face.
"Teacher! When did you come?!"
While asking, Tang San quickly got up to welcome Yu Xiaogang's arrival.
But the pain in his body made him grimace.
"Xiao San, if you're injured, just lie down. Those formalities are all superficial."
Yu Xiaogang dropped his crutch and quickly stepped forward, helping Tang San up.
Looking at the bandages wrapped tightly around Tang San, his eyes filled with lingering fear.
He urged him with heartache:
"Sit down quickly."
"I came the day you left the academy."
Answering Tang San's question, Yu Xiaogang picked up the food container he had brought and opened it.
"I heard you were injured last night, but I was afraid of disturbing your rest, so I only came now... This is chicken soup I specially brewed for you, have some."
"Thank you, Teacher, but I've already eaten."
Tang San looked at the food container on the table not far away, a gentle smile on his face.
"You've already eaten?"
Yu Xiaogang was stunned.
Following his gaze, he saw the remnants of a green turtle shell on the table.
"No wonder... Xiao Wu bought it, right?"
"Yes, she bought it, but she's busy cultivating, so Ma Hongjun brought it over."
Tang San had a few bashful and tender expressions on his face.
"Heh, busy cultivating? She should be busy playing around everywhere."
Yu Xiaogang said, feeling disappointed.
Tang San chuckled dryly and said, "Teacher, Xiao Wu is actually very hardworking too."
"Blessing in disguise, yet she still doesn't know how to improve..."
Yu Xiaogang's left eye showed regret.
Hearing this,
the smile on Tang San's face disappeared completely, leaving only gloom, and he once again recalled what happened that day.
Hesitantly, he found it difficult to speak.
"Teacher, my, my soul ring..."
Noticing his change,
Yu Xiaogang stopped mentioning other things and his expression suddenly darkened.
"I already know everything!"
"Teacher knows?"
Tang San was a little dazed. Since being picked up, he hadn't had the courage to look at his soul ring yet.
He really hoped that everything that night was just a dream.
"Hmph!"
Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly and sternly rebuked:
"Xiao San, I ask you, did I tell you to cultivate your second soul spirit?"
"N-no..."
Tang San lowered his head and shook his head.
Yu Xiaogang's face no longer had the slightest smile, only heartache and severity.
"Then why did you mess around?!"
"Do you know that you are wasting your twin soul spirit talent!"
Listening to Yu Xiaogang's cold voice,
the resentment suppressed in Tang San's heart surged, and he raised his head and almost roared.
"I know!"
"Teacher, I know this is wasting talent, but I have no choice!"
"..."
Looking at Tang San's bloodshot eyes, Yu Xiaogang did not show weakness, his single eye turbid.
He asked in a cold voice:
"Then why did you knowingly do it!"
"Because I couldn't stand it anymore, because I wanted to improve too much!"
Tang San stared at Yu Xiaogang, feeling aggrieved in his heart.
It was rare to have the opportunity to speak his mind.
"Teacher! Do you know how strong those monsters in this academy are?"
"They even broke your so-called theoretical limit!"
"And I can only endure white eyes and ridicule with two white rings!"
"Like you! Even ashamed to release my soul skills!"
Listening to Tang San's words,
Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened, his breathing became rapid, and anger surged.
What do you mean like him?
At least his soul skills still have attacking power, right?
"Heh heh... There are no useless soul spirits, only useless soul masters?"
Tang San's words were not over yet.
He murmured with mockery on his face, raised his hand, clenched his fist, and said painfully:
"Teacher! I used to agree with this sentence very much."
"But now, reality tells me that this sentence is really too ridiculous!"
"The facts tell me that Blue Silver Grass is a useless soul spirit! Even if I don't add a ten-year soul ring, it can't support my subsequent cultivation!"
"Still want to become a Title Douluo before cultivating my second soul spirit? That's just wishful thinking!"
"I am a genius with innate full soul power! But relying on Blue Silver Grass, my final outcome will only be the same as yours, Teacher! Unable to break through for the rest of my life... like a useless person!"
Yu Xiaogang's face became more and more gloomy, looking at Tang San who was still about to poke at his heart.
He immediately raised his palm, swung it around, and slapped it over.
Pa—!
A loud, crisp sound ended Tang San's roar.
"Ugh!"
A red mark was left on Tang San's face.
His head was knocked to the side, and he staggered and fell to the edge of the bed, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
His face was burning hot.
"Enough!"
Yu Xiaogang roared angrily, his body trembling with anger.
He panted like a cow and said:
"I used to think you were mature! Only now do I realize I was completely wrong! Rumors like useless, have only been around for a few years? Can't you bear it anymore? Your teacher has endured it for most of my life! Don't I still endure humiliation and forge a path in theory?"
"Tch!"
Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood on the bed, his voice hoarse and faint:
"But I am not the teacher! I am clearly not a waste!"
"You!"
Yu Xiaogang's blood pressure soared, his face flushed red, pointing at Tang San and unable to speak.
Completely unable to refute.
If he could continue cultivating, who would choose to prove the Dao through theory?
But Yu Xiaogang was very angry in his heart.
"Rebellious disciple! Unrepentant and still dare to argue!"
"You should calm down."
"Come out, Luo Sanpao, fart like thunder, hypnotic sleep Luo Sanpao!"
Pfft—!
