Miss, Don't You Want the Registration Fee?

Xiao Wu expertly led them to the front desk to register.

"Hello, are you here to register?" A sweet, pleasant voice rang out.

The young woman at the front desk had beautiful long purple hair, naturally exquisite features, and an elegant temperament touched with a faint, elusive charm.

Her figure was fiery and seductive. Simply standing there, she drew the lingering gazes of passing men.

Even Jiang Yunzhou could not help secretly nodding in praise. The quality of the Soul Fighting Arena's receptionists is really high!

Ning Rongrong immediately stepped forward and struck up a conversation with a sweet smile. "Yes, pretty sister! Could you please help us register?"

Having been taken everywhere to socialize since childhood, she felt no pressure at all when dealing with strangers.

"Of course."

The purple-haired receptionist gave a professional, sweet smile. "Will you be entering the individual matches or team matches?"

"Both! We want to register for both individual and team matches!"

"Alright. Please provide the titles you wish to use, or you may use your real names directly."

Without a moment's hesitation, Ning Rongrong said, "I'll use 'Linglong'!"

She turned to Zhu Zhuqing. "Senior Sister Zhu Zhuqing, what about you?"

After thinking for a moment, Zhu Zhuqing instinctively looked toward Jiang Yunzhou and asked, "Teacher, what title do you think would suit me?"

Her question reminded Ning Rongrong of something.

Oh no! How did I forget the part where we let Teacher name us? I should have pretended I couldn't think of one either!

Jiang Yunzhou smiled, and his pleasant, slightly magnetic voice followed. "Then you shall be called 'Bamboo Leaf Green.'"

Hearing that low, pleasant, captivating voice, the purple-haired receptionist abruptly raised her head, her eyes filled with amazement and disbelief!

This man was far too perfectly suited to her tastes!

Her attention had been entirely on the chattering Ning Rongrong just now, and she had not noticed Jiang Yunzhou standing behind the others at all.

At this single glance, she felt as though she had encountered a Heavenly Human, a sight so stunning it could last a lifetime.

She was only twenty years old and worked at the Soul Fighting Arena, where she saw countless people of every kind each day. Yet she had never felt her heart race as it did now.

"Ah! Th-this gentleman..."

A trace of panic and shyness unconsciously entered her voice. "A-are you here to register for the competition as well?"

Jiang Yunzhou returned a gentle smile and shook his head. "There's no need for me to register. Miss, please help them complete theirs first."

Xiao Wu, standing nearby, took in the receptionist's instantly captivated gaze and suddenly felt a strange sense of kinship.

See? I'm not the only one like this!

As long as one saw Jiang Yunzhou, it was difficult not to be drawn in by the unique charm he exuded without even trying.

After half a month of spending time together and mooching meals off him, Jiang Yunzhou's image—sometimes powerful and dependable, sometimes money-grubbing and funny, sometimes considerate and gentle—had long since begun appearing in her dreams.

A powerful thought suddenly surfaced in her mind: I really want to switch sides! What do I do if I want to cling to Jiang Yunzhou every day?

And then there was Third Brother. He was getting more and more unreasonable, asking about everything and trying to control everything whenever she went out...

How had she let herself be so blinded back then that she had not firmly chosen to join Supreme Academy?

As long as she had agreed, she would have become Supreme Academy's number two.

Only after hearing Jiang Yunzhou's answer did the receptionist realize that she had actually been staring blankly.

Her cheeks grew slightly hot, and she hurriedly lowered her head to work. "O-okay, okay, I'll handle your registration right away..."

After a flurry of clumsy operations, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing successfully received their respective Iron Soul Fighting Badges, along with a badge representing the "Linglong Bamboo Leaf Green" team.

"Alright, once you're registered, hurry up and arrange your matches."

Jiang Yunzhou urged them on. He was already impatient to get to the betting area.

The receptionist's gaze kept drifting toward Jiang Yunzhou.

Just as she was about to strike up a conversation, someone beat her to it, leaving her no choice but to give up for now.

"Brother Yunzhou..."

Xiao Wu slowed her steps, moved close to Jiang Yunzhou, and asked softly, "Y-you'll watch my match too, right?"

"Mm."

Jiang Yunzhou nodded. "Since we're already here, of course I'll watch. Xiao Wu, make sure you perform well."

At once, a brilliant smile blossomed across Xiao Wu's face, and she nodded firmly. "Mm! I'll definitely do well! I won't disappoint you!"

She also wanted to show herself off in front of Jiang Yunzhou now.

She wanted Jiang Yunzhou to look at her more, too.

The receptionist, who had thought Jiang Yunzhou was leaving, suddenly discovered that he had turned back.

His voice remained unbelievably pleasant, every word striking right at her heart.

"Miss, did you forget something?"

How could the receptionist remember what she had forgotten? She had been too busy looking at Jiang Yunzhou.

"Ah? N-no, I didn't?"

Jiang Yunzhou chuckled. "Don't you want the registration fee?"

Only then did the receptionist remember. Somehow, she had completely forgotten about it from beginning to end.

"Ah? R-really? I didn't collect the gold coins?"

Jiang Yunzhou shook his head, somewhat speechless.

How could someone be so careless about money? What a spendthrift woman.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong had already gone to register and arrange their match slots, so he could only pay it himself.

"Thirty gold coins. Take them, and don't be so careless next time."

Though it hurt a little, what needed to be paid still had to be paid. It was a matter of principle.

Mm, I'll get Ning Rongrong to reimburse me when we get back.

Thirty gold coins were an enormous sum for ordinary people. He did not have that much money to use as a favor.

"Um, little brother, thank you for reminding me."

She blinked her beautiful eyes, her gaze nearly melting into spring water.

Jiang Yunzhou waved his hand in farewell.

Then he called Xiao Wu and headed toward the arena.

The two walked side by side, chatting happily, with relaxed laughter ringing out from time to time.

This warm, even somewhat dazzling sight was happened upon by Tang San and his group as they arrived from behind.

It was warm, of course, in Xiao Wu's eyes. But to Tang San, it was especially glaring.

Tang San's face was so dark it seemed as though water could drip from it.

If looks could kill, Jiang Yunzhou would likely have already been pierced by a thousand arrows and riddled with holes.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Dai Mubai folded his arms and fanned the flames in a mocking tone. "Women are all like this. Little San, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Ma Hongjun immediately chimed in, eager for chaos. "Exactly! She leaves the team without permission, runs over to our sworn enemies, and gets along with them better than she does with her own people! She really has no idea what she's doing!"

He deliberately made his words sound harsh, doing his utmost to provoke Tang San.

It had to be said that Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were both truly awful people.

When their own love lives went poorly and they suffered setbacks, they just wanted everyone else to be as unlucky as they were. They loved watching trouble escalate.

"Shut up! Who gave you permission to talk about Xiao Wu like that?"