Ning Rongrong's Self-Introduction

Xiao Wu looked at Tang San's resolute profile, and for the first time, she felt that Tang San was being utterly unreasonable.

She knew she could not sway his decision at all, and felt somewhat dejected as she looked back toward Supreme Academy every few steps.

As she watched the three figures standing together—the handsome and extraordinary young man, the girls each possessing their own unique charm—they formed a harmonious, dazzling picture that filled her heart with deep envy.

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong's mind had already been completely captured by Jiang Yunzhou.

His nearly perfect handsome face, his overwhelming charm with nowhere to go, and his unfathomable strength...

All of it left her dazzled and utterly smitten.

She noticed that this powerful, handsome man seemed to have an unusual interest in gold coins.

Then she looked down at herself. This face of hers practically had the words "great at writing checks" stamped all over it!

Could she use money to raise his affection for her?

Or even... buy him outright?

Just as she was lost in wild fantasies, weaving a script called "The Rich Woman and Her God-of-War Pretty Husband," a clear, smiling voice sounded beside her:

"Miss Ning, my apologies. I had to deal with a small incident and kept you waiting." Jiang Yunzhou greeted her with a smile, his manner gentle.

Ning Rongrong abruptly snapped back to her senses. As though her thoughts had been exposed, she hurriedly waved her hands, speaking so quickly that she barely thought: "It's fine! It's fine! Hello! My name is Ning Rongrong, I'm twelve years old, my family owns a mansion, my allowance is counted in tens of millions, and there's a major sect waiting for me to inherit it! Once my father passes away someday, I'll inherit a fortune worth hundreds of millions!"

She took a deep breath, completely failing to notice Zhu Zhuqing's dumbfounded expression beside her, and continued at full force: "Also! This young lady has been single since birth, and my private life is as clean as a blank sheet of paper! That thing and my first kiss are both perfectly preserved! My ultimate dream in life is to become an auxiliary-system Titled Douluo! Boosting my lover's speed, strength, and attributes is what I do best! At most, at most, I can accept having twelve children..."

"So,"

She delivered her final conclusion with resounding force, her eyes shining as she looked at Jiang Yunzhou. "Teacher, when are we getting married?"

Jiang Yunzhou: "..."

Zhu Zhuqing: "???"

Jiang Yunzhou was completely stunned. Well-traveled as he was, he had never imagined hearing such a shocking self-introduction.

He had come to take on a disciple, not to find a Wife on a dating show!

Zhu Zhuqing was also dumbfounded. She had not expected self-introductions could be done like this.

Aside from the allowance and family fortune that could rival a nation's wealth, it seemed she met all the other conditions Ning Rongrong had listed too???

She inwardly complained wildly: Anything Ning Rongrong could accept, she could accept too! She could even outdo her—she could accept thirteen children.

A powerful sense of crisis suddenly surged through her heart.

If Ning Rongrong, who knew how to throw money around, really became her junior sister, would she squeeze Zhu Zhuqing out of her teacher's heart entirely?

She could not be blamed for thinking that way. Even merely thinking such shameless words would make her cheeks burn—there was no way she could say them aloud.

No, she could hardly even think of something so detailed and comprehensive!

Let alone boldly declare it right in front of her teacher!

Jiang Yunzhou fought back the urge to rub his forehead and tried his best to maintain a teacher's composure.

Keeping a straight face, he directly chose selective amnesia. "Miss Ning, what did you say after that? The wind was too loud; I couldn't hear clearly."

He cleared his throat, put on a serious expression, and formally extended an invitation. "Allow me to introduce myself again. My name is Jiang Yunzhou, and I am the dean of Supreme Academy. I greatly admire your talent and would like to invite you to become my disciple. Would you be willing?"

Ning Rongrong seemed to hear the sound of her girlish heart shattering. It felt as if she had been dumped in an instant!

She had laid out her family fortune and her lifelong plans before him. Didn't this man love money most of all?

Was he really not tempted in the slightest?

Wasn't winning over a rich woman like her the very thing he should be doing right now?

Taking her as a disciple? If she became his disciple, could she become a rebellious disciple who pursued her master instead?

She even began seriously considering whether she should write home right now to ask her father what he thought about "getting pregnant before marriage."

After all, if she was going to have twelve children, she needed to start planning early...

After struggling for a long while, she looked at Jiang Yunzhou with pleading eyes and made one last effort. "Uh, well, could I not be your disciple and be your girlfriend instead? The kind who comes with food, lodging, bed-warming, and even pays you on top of that?"

The corner of Jiang Yunzhou's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

People's hearts were so filthy these days!

At that moment, Ning Rongrong looked like a mango to Jiang Yunzhou.

Did Ning Rongrong have some kind of serious illness too?

Of course she did. Being love-struck was a kind of illness too!

Were such shameless words something she could say in front of strangers?

Suppressing a certain temptation, he put on a stern face and decisively refused. "Hm? You're unwilling? Then forget it. The door is over there. See yourself out!"

Ning Rongrong immediately panicked. This was not how the plot was supposed to unfold! It was completely different from what she had imagined!

Forget it, forget it. She would become his disciple first—once she did, everything else could be discussed later!

She would write to her father afterward and ask whether the family had any particularly potent medicine.

"Ah! Hahahahaha..."

She gave a dry laugh and hurriedly tried to salvage the situation. "Teacher, I was joking! I'll do it! I'll become your disciple right now! Master, please accept me! What should your disciple do?"

Jiang Yunzhou could not help muttering to himself. He had never seen anyone take the bait so easily...

No, this was practically someone bringing her own fishing rod and bait, then desperately jumping into his fish basket!

It saved him a great deal of effort.

Ah, another one conquered by my irresistible charm.

He sighed inwardly, though on the surface he gave a deliberately solemn cough. "Very well. In that case, offer tea to your master."

Zhu Zhuqing quietly reminded him from the side, "Teacher, there doesn't seem to be any tea here."

"Hm? Is that so..."

Jiang Yunzhou's expression did not change. "Water will do. It's only a ceremony; the sentiment is what matters."

Zhu Zhuqing was very considerate. She found a clean cup from some corner, filled it with water, and handed it to Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong held the cup with both hands and respectfully offered it to Jiang Yunzhou. Her large eyes blinked as she once again said something astonishing. "Teacher, please have some water! From now on, I'm your precious little disciple!"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Jiang Yunzhou nearly choked on his own saliva. Even the hand taking the cup trembled slightly. "Disciple, do not spout nonsense! Very well, from this day onward, you are my second personal disciple."

After saying that, he produced another Sword Grass Bracelet as if performing a magic trick.

"This is the token of identity for my personal disciples, and it is also a storage bracelet. Today, I bestow it upon you as a gift for becoming my disciple. Keep it safe. Take it."

She noticed that Zhu Zhuqing wore an identical one on her wrist, so she accepted it directly.

After taking the bracelet, she turned it over and over in her hands, her eyes full of curiosity, yet she did not put it on for a long time.

Jiang Yunzhou waited for a moment. When he did not hear the system prompt, he could not help urging her:

"Put it on quickly. Only after completing this final step will the disciple-taking ceremony be complete."