Ning Rongrong crouched in front of Shui Yue'er, pinched her cheeks, and gave a sinister smile.
"Little Yue'er, you must have had a lot of fun chasing me around and beating me up just now, huh?"
The corner of Shui Yue'er's mouth twitched. At this point, she no longer called her Little Rongrong and instead flattered her in a low voice, "Hehe, Sister Rongrong, I was just playing around with you earlier. You're so magnanimous, surely you won't stoop to my level, right?"
Ning Rongrong giggled, then deliberately pulled a stern face.
"How dare you call me an old lady? Let's see how I teach you a lesson."
With that, Ning Rongrong stretched out both hands and ruthlessly kneaded Shui Yue'er's cheeks.
The others could not help but laugh at the sight, and no one would have guessed they had just finished a match.
As the referee's voice rang out, Bibi Dong and the Title Douluo also rose to their feet.
Bibi Dong looked at everyone on the field, smiled faintly, and began to applaud.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
"What a splendid battle. You are truly the geniuses among young Spirit Masters. Here, I congratulate you in advance on shining brilliantly in the All-Continent Advanced Spirit Master Academy Tournament."
"Geniuses of the Heaven Dou Academy Reserve Team, glory belongs to you!"
Bibi Dong's gentle voice carried through the arena, giving everyone the feeling of a spring breeze and gentle rain.
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and the others all found Bibi Dong's demeanor exceedingly strange.
They had met Bibi Dong before. Back then, aside from her noble and sacred bearing, she had also exuded an overwhelming ambition. She had been nowhere near as gentle as she was now.
What could have caused such an immense change in this Pope?
As Bibi Dong