Wu Changkong (I Want Tickets,

"(Drool)"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Zhang Yangzi braced himself against the ground and was just about to get up when a greatsword flew straight at him, grazing past his forehead before embedding itself in the ground beside him.

Damn! He was playing for real!

A cold bead of sweat ran down Zhang Yangzi's face. It had nearly scared him senseless. The sword had flown right past his scalp—if he had been any slower, he would have been done for.

The next second, Lin Xuan appeared and planted a foot on Zhang Yangzi's chest, pinning him back to the ground.

"Remember to buy back an identical bottle of body wash. Pick up everything on the floor too and bring it to Room 101. Otherwise, suffer the consequences."

Lin Xuan looked down at Zhang Yangzi, pointed at the belongings scattered all over the ground, then pulled out his sword and strode away.

The three of them were left staring at each other.

"Yangzi, this... what do we do?"

Wang Jinxi scratched his head. This time, they had truly humiliated themselves. The three of them had ambushed one person and still gotten utterly crushed.

"A bet's a bet! Pick it up! Oh, right, Xiaofeng, you're fast. Go buy the stuff nearby and replace whatever we damaged for him."

Zhang Yangzi rubbed his chest.

Lin Xuan was a damn beast. That kick had almost put a hole through him.

When Lin Xuan returned to the dormitory, there was still no one inside. However, aside from his own bed, bedding had been laid out on the other three beds as well.

"These guys are real drifters."

Lin Xuan looked at the empty beds. It had already been a whole day, yet his roommates had remained nowhere to be seen.

Click!

The door to Dorm 101 opened. Lin Xuan raised his head from his bed as three people walked in carrying a huge pile of things.

"Put them over there!"

Lin Xuan pointed at the storage cabinets in front.

"Oh! Okay, okay, okay!"

The three immediately set the things down, then stood there without moving.

"Leave! What are you standing around here for?"

Lin Xuan climbed down from his bed, picked up his things to go shower, and shot the three an irritated look.

What, were they expecting him to pay their travel expenses too?

"We... we're in this dorm too."

Zhang Yangzi said awkwardly. He had only realized it after returning to the dorm.

This was even more embarrassing now. Still, having an awesome roommate did not seem like such a bad deal!

"Hehe! Brother Xuan, we're roommates from now on."

Wang Jinxi chuckled and rubbed the back of his head.

"You guys are in 101 too?"

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. No wonder he had not run into his roommates all day—the people in this dorm had already gotten into a fight.

After thinking it over, Lin Xuan gave them a friendly nod.

Other than being a little slow in the head, the three had decent personalities. At the very least, they were not like certain people who acted one way in public and another behind the scenes.

Then he turned around and went into the bathroom to shower.

After his shower, Lin Xuan did not speak much with them and simply went to bed.

After all, he had just beaten them up. Zhang Yangzi and the others could not bring themselves to act friendly yet. Wang Jinxi, on the other hand, was naturally sociable and occasionally tried to liven up the atmosphere.

The night passed without incident.

Time flew by, and before they knew it, a week had passed.

Over that week, Ye Yingluo had only taught them some basic knowledge. The most useful thing for Lin Xuan was that she had upgraded the Simple Meditation Method on his panel to low-grade.

Lin Xuan could only conclude that there was a reason widely circulated things were rarely any good.

On the other hand, Zhang Yangzi and the other two had grown much closer to him—close enough to bring him meals.

Before dawn, amid Wang Jinxi's usual earth-shaking snoring, Lin Xuan habitually climbed out of bed.

After quickly washing up, Lin Xuan headed to the Playground to train.

Lin Xuan had gotten where he was today through one part luck, nine parts persistence, and a tiny, utterly insignificant amount of system assistance.

"Ninety, ninety-one... one hundred!"

After finishing his hundredth push-up, Lin Xuan got up from the ground and took a deep breath.

"Looks like I need something heavier!"

Lin Xuan rolled up his sleeves, revealing metal wrist guards around his arms. He had forged them from Deep Silver. Though they looked small, each one weighed over a hundred kilograms.

It was not just the wrist guards. Lin Xuan carried a full five hundred kilograms of weight while training. This was also what he had learned through years of studying the system.

The system's Proficiency bonus was not fixed at one. That was merely its minimum guarantee, not its upper limit. In other words, even if he had dementia, it would forcibly add one point. The opposite was true as well. Otherwise, with Lin Xuan's Proficiency already reaching tens of thousands, he could train himself to death every day and still only gain a few levels.

Based on the environment and Lin Xuan's own condition, the system applied fluctuating bonuses when calculating Proficiency. For example, during body training, greater weight meant greater bonuses. For swordsmanship, he received high bonuses during actual combat or moments of enlightenment.

After resting for a while, Lin Xuan got up and began running laps around the Playground.

At that moment, a group of four was walking toward the Playground.

"Do we really have to come this early? Everyone else is still sleeping."

Xie Xie yawned. Wu Changkong had dragged the three of them out early in the morning, saying they were having special training.

"Hm? Are you questioning me? Run ten extra laps later!"

Walking at the front, Wu Changkong gave Xie Xie a cold glance, making him shudder.

"Teacher! No! I was wrong!"

Xie Xie let out a miserable cry and instantly woke up completely, on the verge of tears.

Why was his mouth so damn reckless? Why did he have to say that?

Tang Wulin could not hold it in and covered his mouth as he laughed. He had realized that although Xie Xie appeared cold and aloof, he was actually a hidden goofball.

Following behind them was a Young Girl dressed in white.

Neither her looks nor her figure were exceptional; they could only be considered above average. Yet every movement she made carried a peculiar rhythm, as though she were fused with her surroundings.

The Young Girl's expression was as still as an ancient well, completely devoid of the youthful energy someone her age should have possessed.

"Damn! There really is someone here!"

The moment they entered the Playground, Xie Xie cried out again.

A thin layer of mist still covered the Playground in the early morning. Within it, the silhouette of someone running flickered in and out of view.

"Hmph!"

Wu Changkong shot Xie Xie a glance and snorted. The chill on his face deepened several degrees.

Another ten laps!

As he watched Lin Xuan draw closer, a trace of appreciation appeared in his eyes. Talent was certainly important for becoming strong, but hard work was equally indispensable.

Xie Xie gave an embarrassed laugh and obediently shut his mouth. Tang Wulin, however, found the figure in the distant mist somewhat familiar.

"It's him! What rotten luck!"

A hint of resentment flashed through Gu Yue's eyes. How could she run into him even here? Could it be that her sudden urge to come here had been secretly guided by Douluo Star?

She examined some of her recent actions and thoughts, and a faint glimmer passed through her eyes. Something did seem wrong.

Lin Xuan controlled his breathing as he ran over at an unhurried pace.

"It's them."

Seeing the group, Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. Then his gaze fell on the cold-looking man dressed in white.

White robes, blue sword—Wu Changkong!

Lin Xuan recalled what he knew about Wu Changkong, and his eyes lit up as he approached the group.

"Dare to act insolently before me? You have already earned the right to die!"

"Unfixed Waves!"

God King Tang waved the Sea God's Trident in his hand, and a white ring flew out, actually intending to capture one of my Qin army's great generals.

Yet he had not expected September, the vanguard of my Qin army, to be a legendary high-V powerhouse. With a wave of his hand, ten Recommendation Tickets appeared in the air. The radiance emitted by those ten Recommendation Tickets alone instantly shattered Unfixed Waves.

The ten gleaming golden Recommendation Tickets transformed into an ancient formation in midair. A phantom mountain range vaguely emerged within it, suppressing Tang San flat against the ground.

"What is that? It can so easily suppress Tang San?"

The gods of the Douluo God Realm were all stunned. This was God King Tang, who possessed two Divine Thrones in one!

September stepped forward and planted a foot on God King Tang, then gave the gods a disdainful smile.

"Heh~ They are merely worthless Recommendation Tickets. Yet to you, they count as supreme treasures beyond even God Kings."

September drew the ten Recommendation Tickets back into his body. His figure immediately swelled in size, and he swung both arms, slapping God King Tang across the face. The shockwave from the blow directly scattered the clouds within a hundred miles.

What an incredibly resounding slap!

After slapping him ten times from side to side, the Recommendation Tickets within September had already been completely used up.

September stretched contentedly and gave the sky a thumbs-up.

"Brothers, let's go! One Recommendation Ticket, one slap! Sexy September, offering online proxy slaps!"