Ning Rongrong's Recruitment Attempt

Zhu Zhuqing gave a cold snort. Paying no attention to Dai Mubai, who had been struck by lightning until he looked like Aodebiao, she turned and left as well.

Zhao Wuji walked over and looked at the sky. It had already cleared, as though that dark cloud and that bolt of lightning had never appeared.

Zhao Wuji sighed. Even at his age, he had seen something new.

Oscar and that damn fatty Ma Hongjun were trembling. They had used that trick too, and the thought left them shaken.

Zhao Wuji said, "Xiao Qin, do you have any more recovery pills? Help Mubai again, please. He's..."

Zhao Wuji trailed off, but Jiang Qin already understood what he meant.

"All right, Teacher. I'll give Mubai a recovery pill to take right away." His eyes were clear, with a gentle smile in them.

Oscar grew anxious. He was a commoner Soul Master too, and he had always sucked up to Dai Mubai here. Knowing this was the perfect chance to make a good impression, he hurriedly spoke first:

"Mubai, eat mine!"

The moment he said it, the atmosphere froze. Everyone's mouth twitched. "Eat yours??"

Ning Rongrong glanced at him. What kind of people are there at Shrek Academy? I thought Oscar was quite pleasant to look at a couple of days ago. What's wrong with him today?

She even began to doubt the point of insisting on coming here. She had defied her father Ning Fengzhi's objections and forced her way here under the pretext of gaining experience...

Oscar knew he had misspoken in his haste, and hurriedly corrected himself:

"No, no, no, don't misunderstand..."

"I mean, eat my Big Sausage."

That sounded even worse. Ning Rongrong shot him a reproachful glance and turned her head away.

Ma Hongjun, meanwhile, couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

The first composure of the day was broken.

Jiang Qin held back his laughter, took out a recovery pill, and handed it to Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai shot Oscar and Ma Hongjun an irritated look before swallowing it.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun knew they had misspoken, so they hurried over to make themselves useful, supporting them as they left, one on either side.

Zhao Wuji sighed, black lines covering his forehead.

He managed to say, "Rongrong, Xiao Qin, let's stop here for today. You two go back and rest in a little while. I'll be going first."

In no time, only Ning Rongrong and Jiang Qin were left on the field.

Ning Rongrong wore a floral chiffon dress, her little face rosy and delightfully pretty. On her legs were a pair of white, pure-cotton over-the-knee socks, giving her a youthful air.

She stared at Jiang Qin with the hint of a smile, looking him up and down.

Her stare made Jiang Qin's skin crawl. "Is there something on my face?"

He couldn't figure out what Ning Rongrong was up to.

Ning Rongrong finally spoke. "Classmate Jiang Qin, what a trick you pulled!"

Jiang Qin was taken aback. He ventured, "Classmate Ning Rongrong, I don't understand what you mean."

Ning Rongrong said, "Stop pretending. I saw everything just now. You had something to do with the lightning that struck Dai Mubai, didn't you?"

"I saw what you did with your hand. What was that?"

Jiang Qin sighed inwardly. It seemed he had been a little impulsive after all!

He had wanted to play a trick on Dai Mubai, only for that Little Demoness Ning Rongrong to catch him!

He still didn't know what she wanted.

Seeing that Jiang Qin said nothing, Ning Rongrong grinned. "Don't be nervous, Classmate Lin. I mean no harm. I just wanted to ask..."

Jiang Qin's expression grew guarded, but he listened without betraying anything.

"Can you mass-produce that thing?" Ning Rongrong's eyes shone as she finally revealed her purpose.

After all, though the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had two Titled Douluo, Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone, holding down the fort, most of its members were support Soul Masters.

So their desire for combat power ran bone-deep.

Even...

Ning Rongrong looked at the handsome young man and couldn't help licking her lips. Even if he's a combat Soul Master, there'd be nothing wrong with having him marry into the family.

What a pity, what a pity!

Grandpa Bone and Grandpa Sword had married women of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which was why they had stayed here so wholeheartedly.

Only then did Jiang Qin relax, but he had no intention of cooperating with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

As everyone knew, the shrewd and calculating Ning Fengzhi was unfathomably crafty. He had staked everything on Tang San outright, only for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to suffer a devastating blow, with more than half its members dead or injured. His own daughter, Ning Rongrong, had been manipulated into not even looking at the bodies of her two grandpas, going straight to see Tang San instead.

Truly, Ning Fengzhi was shrewd and calculating, a cunning old fox of matchless wisdom!

So Jiang Qin put on a troubled expression. "It's not that I'm unwilling to cooperate, but my production is limited. I can make at most three a day. It's really just a cup of water on a burning cart of firewood."

He wasn't entirely lying to her. Before, that really had been the case, but now... heh heh.

With the system, he could even make a hundred Elementary Lightning-Attracting Pills like that every day!

Ning Rongrong was exceptionally clever. An ill-intentioned, wicked smile appeared on her face as she took a few steps toward him and pressed two soft mounds against Jiang Qin's arm. "Classmate Lin Qin, you're really not lying to me? You really can only make that many?"

As she spoke, she rubbed against him, making Jiang Qin's face and ears turn red.

Ning Rongrong licked her lips and spoke toward Jiang Qin's earlobe, her warm breath brushing his face. "You wouldn't lie to me, would you?"

Jiang Qin's expression went stiff. Uh, his expression wasn't the only thing that had gone stiff.

He couldn't help quietly stepping back and moving Ning Rongrong away from him. "There really aren't any more," he said seriously. "Besides, they aren't that powerful. At most, they're good for playing pranks."

Seeing that Jiang Qin was determined to refuse, Ning Rongrong stopped pressing him. She merely smiled softly and deliberately thrust out her chest. "Jiang Qin, don't you go regretting this."

Jiang Qin forced himself to look away, eyes on his nose, nose on his heart. "I really didn't lie to you. There really aren't any more. That's all there is."

Ning Rongrong gave a soft huff and swept him with a reproachful glance before leaving.

Jiang Qin breathed a sigh of relief, then grew puzzled.

Why was Ning Rongrong so, uh, uninhibited?

By rights, Ning Rongrong was the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. For her to behave like that was truly strange.

Could it be because he was too handsome?

Jiang Qin scratched his head. He couldn't figure it out, but it wasn't a bad thing. He had intended to win Ning Rongrong over anyway.

He then left the training field and returned to his dormitory.

Meanwhile, in Ning Rongrong's room, she was hiding under the covers of a soft, cartoon-themed bed and rolling back and forth. Her face was scarlet, and her fair little calves swung to and fro, an eye-catching sight.

"How strange. What happened to me today? Why did I lose my composure like that?"

She couldn't help recalling what had happened that afternoon, and her face grew even redder.

The moment she saw him, she couldn't help wanting to get close, wanting to cuddle up to him, even wanting to... uh, she couldn't say.

But she had only just met him!

And his Martial Soul wasn't a succubus, was it?

The more Ning Rongrong thought about it, the redder her face became. Whenever she thought of Jiang Qin, her body grew hotter and hotter.

She simply got up, drew the curtains, locked the door, then returned to bed and played Gold Miner.