Sneaking Around Means No Good

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes blazed with fighting spirit. "Teacher, I can do it!"

Just as she was about to move, Jiang Yunzhou gently held her back. "Wait a little longer. If we step in now, we won't have a proper reason."

Saving her now would not achieve the best effect for a hero rescuing a beauty.

Since they were going to act, they had to maximize the benefits. With this favor owed, asking the receptionist to treat them to a late-night snack would be perfectly reasonable, right?

Jiang Yunzhou secretly laughed. Hahaha~ I really am a genius. I can save another batch of gold coins!

"Teacher, that red-haired fatty is here too. What is he trying to do?"

Ning Rongrong asked in a low voice, "He doesn't look like he's with that creepy guy, does he?"

At last, Xiao Wu had found a topic she could join in on. She hurriedly said, "I know, I know! That damn fatty is pursuing the receptionist. He probably noticed someone was up to no good and secretly followed them over to play knight in shining armor."

Jiang Yunzhou knew all this perfectly well, but he deliberately put on a surprised expression. "Oh? Is that so?"

His eyes shifted, and he looked at Ning Rongrong with a mischievous grin. "Little Rongrong, don't you have a grudge against that fatty? Want to beat that damn fatty up?"

He pondered secretly. I can't let him interfere and take a share of the gratitude for free.

Xiao Wu could not conveniently make a move against Ma Hongjun, but Ning Rongrong had no such concerns. The two of them had been rivals from the start.

Ning Rongrong had long wanted to teach that lecherous bastard a lesson. Her delicate brows rose as she eagerly said, "Just watch, Teacher! I'll beat him until he's crawling around looking for his teeth! I'll—"

Watching the two of them divide up the tasks with such perfect understanding, Xiao Wu felt a surge of anxiety. What about me? What am I supposed to do?

Once again, she keenly felt how out of place she was because she was not part of Supreme Academy.

She could never truly enter their inner circle.

After a fierce internal struggle, she finally made up her mind. Choosing this man, who knew her background, was powerful, and had promised to protect her, was clearly the more trustworthy choice.

Before him, she did not need to disguise herself or tread carefully.

It was time to make a choice.

She quietly resolved, I need to find a chance to talk to Jiang Yunzhou alone.

Seeing that the timing was right, Jiang Yunzhou reminded them, "Little Zhu Qing, it's your turn! Little Rongrong, go keep that damn fatty occupied. Don't let him jump out and ruin things!"

The two girls exchanged a glance and nodded in tacit understanding.

Zhu Zhuqing's figure silently melted into the darkness like a ghost. With her dark attribute, she was completely at home in this environment.

Ning Rongrong, meanwhile, strode out openly and seemingly casually blocked Ma Hongjun, who was preparing to rush out and rescue the beauty.

"Damn fatty, sneaking around means you're definitely up to no good! Come on, you're going to see the authorities with me!"

Ma Hongjun was badly startled by Ning Rongrong's sudden appearance.

He cursed inwardly. See the authorities, my ass. Is this woman insane?

These days, whenever he saw someone from Supreme Academy, he generally took a detour. He had never expected that after finally finding a chance to show off, this young miss would ruin it again.

With his good deed spoiled, his resentment toward Ning Rongrong deepened. He shot her a vicious glare, turned, and tried to slip away.

"Trying to leave? You must be feeling guilty because you did something wrong! Today, I'm definitely dragging you to see the authorities, you damned pervert!"

Ma Hongjun was completely enraged. Looking around and seeing that she was alone, evil thoughts immediately rose in his heart. A support-system Soul Master dares act this arrogant?

"You won't let me leave? You brought this on yourself!"

On the other side, Zhu Zhuqing had already appeared silently beside the receptionist like an elf of the night.

The receptionist had long since been frightened limp and was sitting on the ground, her face filled with terror.

She thought she would not escape disaster tonight. She had only just found someone she liked—was she really going to lose her innocence like this?

The thought of being violated by such a creepy man sent chills down her spine.

Just when she was in despair, someone descended from above. And she recognized her—it was that handsome man's disciple!

"Why is it you? Thank you for coming to save me! So, did your teacher come too?"

Zhu Zhuqing was utterly speechless. At a time like this, she was still thinking about her teacher?

"Hehehe..."

A lecherous laugh interrupted her. "What a great body. Those breasts are enough to keep me entertained for a year! My luck is really good today—two top-class beauties in a row."

The stalker was none other than the creepy uncle, Bu Le.

His martial soul was just as obscene: Heavenly Vine Double Cover.

A pink piece of women's intimate clothing.

This man was truly a bizarre case. His martial soul had practically determined his depraved path.

When Zhu Zhuqing saw that his martial soul was actually a piece of pink underwear—and that he was wearing it on his head—she felt thoroughly sickened.

Had her teacher specifically come here to uphold justice?

Judging by this creep's appearance, he had definitely done plenty of such vile things before.

"Since your eyes don't know how to look at things properly, I'll help you gouge them out later." Zhu Zhuqing rarely spoke so viciously. She had truly been disgusted beyond endurance.

Her martial soul possessed her instantly. Without looking back, she told the receptionist, "Go! My teacher is at the street corner ahead."

The moment she heard that, the receptionist was no longer afraid. She scrambled up and sprinted toward the street corner as though running a hundred-meter dash, even losing her high heels along the way.

Zhu Zhuqing had already begun fighting Bu Le.

Xiao Wu looked at the battle on both sides and felt that this seemed like a good opportunity to speak with Jiang Yunzhou alone.

She had just gathered her courage to confess when, before she could say a word, the receptionist came rushing over like a gust of wind and directly interrupted the words about to leave her mouth.

Damn it, what a waste!

Seeing Xiao Wu frown, Jiang Yunzhou understood her active nature and assumed she wanted to fight too. "Xiao Wu, I know your hands are itching too. Go help Zhu Qing."

Xiao Wu nodded gloomily. In truth, she wanted more to stay by his side.

She unhappily shot a glance at the receptionist, who was about to throw herself into Jiang Yunzhou's arms. She was always ruining her chances!

After Xiao Wu joined Zhu Zhuqing's battle, the receptionist, having been "frightened out of her wits," successfully threw herself into Jiang Yunzhou's arms.

"Wuwuwu~ Thank you. I almost, I almost..." She sobbed, trembling all over.

Her heart pounded wildly. I'm hugging him, I'm hugging him! His muscles are so firm... I really feel so safe.

Jiang Yunzhou could have dodged, but he simply felt that a frightened woman needed comfort more.

Having lived two lives, he had truly never met someone so proactive. He secretly delighted in it.

It had to be said that this woman had a really nice figure—soft, too.

Ah, should I push her away?

Though he thought so, his hand seemed to have a mind of its own. It had already gently settled on her back and even patted her twice unconsciously.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. You're safe now."

He comforted her gently, with a hint of teasing in his tone. "Isn't it a coincidence? You helped me during the day, and I helped you at night. Now we're even."

He could feel the person in his arms' heartbeat growing faster and faster, while her cheeks flushed an unnatural red.

He quickly pushed her away slightly and asked, "Do you have a fever?"

After being pushed away by him and hearing such an insensitive remark, the receptionist immediately felt stifled with irritation. She could not help complaining inwardly, What a hopelessly unromantic man!

It was not fever that she had—it was desire.