Ye Feiyang! Why are you in my bed?

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing looked at the table full of dishes, unable to suppress their urge to eat, their eyes full of anticipation.

Although Zhu Zhuqing had learned a few cooking skills, the heat control was always a bit off. Clearly, she hadn't learned Ye Feiyang's true skills in this area, and her dishes were far less enticing than his.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Ye Feiyang smiled and said, "Come, come, come, I just made a few home-style dishes. Brother Qinghe, please don't mind."

"Feiyang is too modest. These dishes look appetizing, and they suit my taste," Xue Qinghe picked up his chopsticks, his gaze falling on the dishes, his tone full of approval.

"I'm glad they suit your appetite. Otherwise, I'd be making a fool of myself today," Ye Feiyang replied with a smile, casually pouring Xue Qinghe a glass of wine.

"Hahaha—" The two looked at each other and smiled, the atmosphere instantly easing.

Xue Qinghe's words weren't just polite—she was used to eating delicacies every day, and while it was an enjoyment occasionally, she had grown tired of it. Home-style dishes like these, with their perfect color, aroma, and taste, were more to her liking, especially when made by Ye Feiyang himself.

She couldn't help but pick up a few bites and taste them carefully, nodding in secret: As expected, the simple warmth of everyday life was the most comforting.

With Xue Qinghe, a distinguished "outsider," present, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong were noticeably a bit reserved—of course, Ning Rongrong, who was always lively, was an exception.

After a moment of quiet, she started chattering, "Teacher~ You actually snuck out! Do you know, Brother Crown Prince came looking for you twice..."

"Teacher, can you take me with you next time you go out?"

"Teacher, you didn't go out with Brother Crown Prince, did you? Otherwise, how did you arrive right after he entered the academy?"

Even though Ning Rongrong kept chattering, Ye Feiyang didn't interrupt her. Instead, he always had a doting smile. These three disciples were now his treasures, filling the emptiness in his heart bit by bit. He couldn't bear to let them suffer any grievance.

Hearing Ning Rongrong's words, Ye Feiyang looked up at Xue Qinghe, feeling a little surprised: He hadn't expected the other party to come twice, and even arrive around the same time as him the second time?

No wonder Xue Qinghe had said those things earlier; it turned out she had been waiting for him outside Moonlight Pavilion?

He muttered to himself: Didn't they say the Crown Prince was swamped with work? How could he have so much free time to spend so long with him?

"I'm truly sorry. I didn't know Brother Qinghe was coming, and I kept you waiting," Ye Feiyang raised his wine glass. "How about this, I'll drink a penalty cup to apologize."

"Feiyang is too polite," Xue Qinghe quickly waved her hand. "It's just that I felt a connection with you, so I came specifically to catch up."

Ye Feiyang couldn't help but laugh when he heard this—they had only met once, and now they were "catching up"? He knew clearly that it was probably his 99 charm points working their magic again.

He was already quite interested in Qian Renxue (Xue Qinghe), so it was reasonable for her to have a high favorability towards him—after all, the system's settings were inherently "unreasonable."

The two clinked glasses back and forth. Not many dishes were touched on the table, but a lot of wine was consumed.

After the three girls finished eating, Ye Feiyang "ruthlessly" sent them away, so as not to disturb his conversation with Xue Qinghe.

At first, both of them intended to have just a few sips and stop, but they couldn't resist each other's enthusiasm, and the drinks kept flowing.

As everyone knows, the more you drink, the more you want to drink, and once you start, it's hard to stop. They say it's not the wine that intoxicates, but the person, and if you already want to get drunk, no amount of persuasion will help.

In the end, neither of them held back and drank to their heart's content.

Ye Feiyang was easier to understand—after all, he was on his own turf, and if he got drunk, he could just sleep it off. But Xue Qinghe seemed to be specifically looking for a place to relax. It was evident that she hadn't had such a good time in a long time.

"Feiyang, I haven't been this... this happy in many years, you know?" Xue Qinghe's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were starting to become hazy.

"I, of course I know... In this world, no one understands you better than I do..." Ye Feiyang was also a bit dizzy from drinking, his words slurring slightly.

"Hahaha~ I feel the same way! Otherwise, I wouldn't think of you whenever I had free time," Xue Qinghe patted Ye Feiyang's shoulder, her tone full of emotion. "My life has been like walking on thin ice, and I've never had a true friend. But I feel... you can give me that."

She paused, as if gathering courage, and said, "I'm not afraid to tell you, I waited for you outside Moonlight Pavilion for a long time... When I saw you were about to come out, I rushed back to the academy to wait for you..."

"Is, is that so? So you... came specifically to find me?" Ye Feiyang's eyes lit up, and he picked up the wine bottle to pour two more glasses. "Then we absolutely have to have another one. Come on, drink!"

Their eyes were blurry, and their words were somewhat incoherent. At this moment, they were arm in arm, looking like "brothers with deep affection," which made the servants attending them secretly glance sideways.

"Of, of course not!" Xue Qinghe said stubbornly. "I just felt like I had nowhere to go, so I, I came over to sit for a bit..." Poor Qian Renxue, even after drinking, she hadn't forgotten her "tsundere" nature.

She could admit it herself, but if someone else saw through her thoughts, she would become stubborn and refuse to admit it.

"Ha~ I see! It seems I misunderstood," Ye Feiyang didn't expose her and handed her a wine glass. "Come, have another drink. Consider it my apology..."

"It, it's getting late, Little Xue'er, aren't you going back?" Ye Feiyang's casual call of "Little Xue'er" made Xue Qinghe pause slightly.

She shook her dizzy head, and something seemed to gently poke her heart, causing a strange feeling to arise. She tried to sober up, but once the alcohol took hold, no one could resist it, and her eyes quickly became hazy again.

"Go back? That cold, lifeless place, what's the point of going back?" Xue Qinghe waved her hand, her tone a bit willful. "Let's go, we'll chat until dawn tonight!"

"Okay~ Then I'll accompany you, Little Xue... Come, let's go to my room and chat, and we can sleep while we chat. It's warm in the bed..." As Ye Feiyang spoke, he put his arm around Xue Qinghe's shoulders, and they staggered towards his small courtyard.

Ning Rongrong and the other two girls lived next door. Hearing the commotion outside, they came out to check. Seeing the two of them drunk and on the verge of acting out, they quickly went to help them.

"Teacher, why did you drink so much?" Zhu Zhuqing frowned, her tone full of concern.

"They've been drinking from dinner until now? How much did they drink? Should we separate them first?" Xiao Wu asked worriedly, looking at their linked arms.

"Alright, let's separate them first and send them back to their rooms," Ning Rongrong nodded and stepped forward to support Xue Qinghe, cautiously asking, "Your, Your Highness the Crown Prince, aren't you going back to the palace tonight?"

"Looking at the situation, I'm afraid they can't go back, right?" Zhu Zhuqing added.

But the two were so drunk that their words were incoherent, and they couldn't answer properly. The three girls tried hard to separate them, but they held onto each other so tightly that they couldn't be pulled apart.

"Damn, they're holding on too tight, we can't separate them!" Ning Rongrong complained helplessly.

The three exchanged glances and silently reached a consensus: Since they were both "men," sleeping together didn't seem like a big deal?

So the three "clever ones" simply helped them both onto Ye Feiyang's bed, gave each of them a cup of warm water, and then quietly retreated to their own rooms.

As soon as they touched the bed, a strong sense of sleepiness washed over them—their alcohol tolerance was about the same, and at this moment, both were too tired to open their eyes. Unconsciously, they moved closer to each other, drawn by each other's warmth, and finally ended up hugging each other tightly, legs intertwined, arms wrapped around each other, and fell into a deep sleep.

The promised "chat until dawn" ended up with not a single word spoken, but they slept exceptionally soundly.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Liu Erlong of Blue Tyrant Academy waited for Ye Feiyang all night, only managing to fall asleep after knocking herself out with a "hand chop." She had become incredibly skilled at "how to elegantly knock oneself out."

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window lattice, gently falling on the two people inside.

The three girls knew that Ye Feiyang and Xue Qinghe had been very drunk the night before, so they tacitly avoided disturbing them, letting them sleep until they woke up naturally.

The blinding sunlight caused their eyelids to tremble slightly. Their eyeballs rolled gently, and almost at the same time, they both woke up.

Feeling the other's warm breath on their face, they immediately sensed something was wrong—in their lives, this was the first time they had experienced such intimacy.

Although they were hesitant to open their eyes, they couldn't suppress their curiosity. Finally, they opened their eyes simultaneously, their gazes meeting.

There were no gasps or shouts. In the next second, with extreme tacit understanding, they both kicked out.

"Bang! Bang!" After two dull thuds, they each rolled off the bed onto the floor, grimacing in pain.

"Ye Feiyang! Why are you in my bed?" Xue Qinghe clutched his waist, his voice filled with shock and anger.

"Xue Qinghe! Take a good look at whose room this is! You climbed into my bed yourself!" Ye Feiyang rubbed his dizzy head, his mind a mess—he tried hard to recall what happened last night, but his memory was blank. "Damn, the last time I got blackout drunk was in my past life. I didn't expect to experience it again in this life. It feels so long ago..."

Xue Qinghe also rubbed his head, his consciousness gradually returning, finally understanding the current situation. His cheeks instantly turned crimson—he had actually slept with this man all night?

Fortunately, he was presenting himself as a "man" right now. Otherwise, if anything had happened, not only would his purity be hard to protect, but he hadn't even experienced it consciously. Wouldn't that be a huge loss?

He glanced at the sun outside the window, feeling a little strange: he had slept unusually soundly and at ease this night, without even having a dream.

Actually, he wasn't too upset about what happened. That kick just now was purely an instinctive reaction—after all, only he knew that inside "Xue Qinghe's" body was the female body of Qian Renxue.

Of course, this was just his own thought. What he didn't know was that Ye Feiyang was thinking the same thing—thank goodness he knew her secret, otherwise he really would have vomited everything he ate last night.

He secretly lamented: His first time "sharing a bed" with this woman wasn't when she was in her female form. What a shame.

"Ahaha~ Well, uh, I remember a little. It seems we both drank too much yesterday." Ye Feiyang chuckled, trying to ease the awkwardness. "Later... it seems my three disciples brought us back."

Xue Qinghe also tried to piece together fragments of memory. The situation was indeed as Ye Feiyang described. He breathed a sigh of relief and said somewhat sheepishly, "Yes, yes, I remember now too... It seems that's how it happened."

"Alas, drinking really causes trouble..." he said, but inwardly he silently added: Next time... I'll drink again!

The atmosphere in the room was so awkward it was almost frozen. Neither of them dared to look directly at the other, nor did they know what to say. Finally, Xue Qinghe chose to "escape."

"Well, that, that... Feiyang, I came out alone. It's really not appropriate to be away all night, so I'll head back to the palace now..." After speaking, he turned and walked towards the door, his steps a little flustered.

Ye Feiyang didn't try to stop him, only reminding him, "Be careful on the road. Come visit often when you have time."

Xue Qinghe didn't look back, just raised his hand in a wave, and his figure quickly disappeared outside the door.

After the person left, Ye Feiyang patted his forehead and said with annoyance, "Ah, what a shame! Next time she comes, I'll get her drunk again!"

At this moment, Xue Qinghe, just as she stepped out of Supreme Academy, sneezed for no reason. The blush on her face hadn't faded, and she was even more shy than Ye Feiyang—she herself was curious why she didn't feel repulsed by Ye Feiyang, and even felt a little excited?

All the way, her heart was pounding, her mind filled with scenes from last night. She secretly thought, "Another day... another day I'll bring two more jars of wine to try, and see if after drinking... I won't have dreams anymore."

That's right, she told herself—she just didn't want to have those annoying dreams every day, absolutely not for any other reason.

Days passed as usual.

During the day, Ye Feiyang liked to visit Moonlight Pavilion to exchange musical insights with Tang Yuehua. Tang Yuehua was increasingly shocked by the talent he displayed, and her affection for him soared, now showing signs of blind admiration.

Ye Feiyang was already good at flirting, and each time he could make Tang Yuehua's heart tremble, leaving her feeling both bitter and sweet—bitter because of their different statuses, and sweet because she could spend time with such a talented person.

Now, even the servants in Moonlight Pavilion were secretly discussing that their Pavilion Master was probably in love, otherwise why would her face turn red every time Ye Feiyang visited, looking as if she had been "nourished"?

Tang Yuehua didn't defend herself or pay attention to those subtle glances. She even felt a little expectant: if these people could speak, they should say more.

And at night, Ye Feiyang would carry a wine pot to the back mountain of Blue Tyrant Academy, drinking and singing with Liu Erlong, chatting about life's trivialities. Their relationship had grown deeper and deeper. Even if Ye Feiyang said, "I want to personally help you take care of your grandmother," Liu Erlong probably wouldn't refuse.

Xue Qinghe would occasionally come to find Ye Feiyang for a drink—after all, as the Crown Prince, he was very busy and couldn't come often. After the awkward incident last time, both of them had restrained themselves considerably, trying not to get blackout drunk again.

Ye Feiyang's three disciples—Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu—besides their daily cultivation and defending the arena, would hang out with Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er when they had free time. Their relationship had now become a true "friendship of eight losses"—after losing eight times in a row, Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er had actually grown closer to the three girls, showing signs of developing into a close-knit group.

In fact, between women, as long as they didn't scheme against each other and had no conflicts of interest, it was easy to become friends, especially when they had common topics—and Ye Feiyang was their biggest common topic.

The three girls had long since successfully "brainwashed" Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er, instilling in them a strong desire to become stronger, and the only way to become stronger was to become Ye Feiyang's disciple.

Through repeated failures, Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er also recognized the reality—they were truly weak, unable to even defeat Ning Rongrong, an auxiliary Soul Master.

They had even submitted withdrawal applications to their respective academies, but they were rejected—the reason was that the Soul Master Competition was about to begin, and as seeded players, withdrawing now was simply absurd, and the academies absolutely would not agree.

However, the academies also promised that as long as they completed the Soul Master Competition, they could graduate directly without needing to withdraw.

Since the path of withdrawal was blocked, Ning Rongrong and the other two girls came up with another plan: have Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er directly become Ye Feiyang's disciples! After all, becoming a disciple didn't conflict with staying in their original academy.

When it came to taking disciples, the three disciples were even more concerned than Ye Feiyang—they couldn't help it. On one hand, they had honestly confessed to the "brainwashing," and on the other hand, doing so would please their teacher.

Ye Feiyang already had no shortage of women around him, so they had to cherish every opportunity to please their teacher.

Supreme Academy finally had some life now—it had enrolled about ten students so far, mostly from noble families. However, these were all ordinary students, and Supreme Academy had thus earned over ten thousand Gold Coins.

In fact, many people were interested in the academy, but few were truly willing to join—after all, the tuition fee of nine hundred and ninety-nine Gold Coins was not something everyone could afford.

Liu Erlong had recently developed a habit: during the day, she liked to stand on the tall buildings of Blue Tyrant Academy, gazing into the distance towards Supreme Academy, as if she could see Ye Feiyang that way.

Tang Yuehua practiced the High Mountain Flowing Water that Ye Feiyang gave her every day, her eyes filled with tenderness as her fingertips plucked the strings.

Although Xue Qinghe didn't visit often, he always dragged Ye Feiyang out for drinks whenever he did. After drinking so many times, she finally understood the real reason she "didn't dream"—relying on alcohol was completely useless. After drinking, she would dream and talk in her sleep, and the situation seemed even worse.

Now she finally understood: what she lacked wasn't alcohol, but a man.

On this day, the atmosphere at Supreme Academy was exceptionally different—because Ye Feiyang was officially taking two new disciples, and these two were Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er.

After a system evaluation, both Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er's aptitude reached S-rank, fully meeting the standards for personal disciples. Shui Yue'er, who often played with them, had slightly inferior aptitude, only A-rank, but she could still be accepted as a registered disciple.

The rules Ye Feiyang set for himself were clear: personal disciples must have at least S-rank aptitude, as this directly related to his own strength improvement. As for those below S-rank, they could be accepted as registered disciples. As long as they paid tuition, they could enroll without any disciple-acceptance ceremony.

In recent days, Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er had visited Supreme Academy frequently and had become quite familiar with Ye Feiyang. Now, returning to the academy felt as comfortable as returning home. They no longer felt the initial restraint and could even chat and laugh with the three girls, getting along very harmoniously.

After all, with Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong, the "atmosphere creators," around, the mood never cooled down.

At this moment, Ye Feiyang was already seated at the main seat of the grand hall, quietly awaiting Huo Wu and Shui Bing'er.

The moment the two stepped into the hall, they immediately suppressed their smiles and respectfully bowed to Ye Feiyang, saying in unison, "Teacher, we have arrived."