Can I Be Your Girlfriend Instead of Your Disciple?

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

She knew she had no way of changing his decision. Feeling somewhat disappointed, she kept looking back toward Supreme Academy every few steps.

Looking at the three figures standing side by side—the man handsome and extraordinary, the maidens each with their own charm, like a harmonious and dazzling painting—she could not help feeling deeply envious.

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong's mind had already been completely captured by Lin Feng.

His nearly flawless handsome looks, that overwhelming charm with nowhere to go, and his unfathomable strength...

All of it left her dazzled and utterly conquered.

She realized that this powerful handsome guy seemed to have an unusual interest in gold coins.

Then she looked down at herself. Her face practically had the words "really good at writing checks" written all over it!

Could she use money to raise his favorability?

Or even... buy him outright?

Just as she was immersed in wild fantasies, weaving a script about "a rich woman and her delicate war god husband," a clear, smiling voice sounded beside her:

"Miss Ning, my apologies. I had to deal with a little accident and kept you waiting." Lin Feng greeted her with a gentle smile.

Ning Rongrong suddenly snapped back to her senses. As if her thoughts had been exposed, she hurriedly waved her hands, speaking so quickly that her brain could barely keep up. "It's fine! It's fine! Hello! My name is Ning Rongrong, I'm twelve years old, my family owns mansions, my pocket money amounts to tens of millions, and there's even a huge Sect waiting for me to inherit! Once my father passes away someday, I'll inherit billions in family assets!"

She took a deep breath, completely failing to notice Zhu Zhuqing's stunned 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! My protective membrane and first kiss are both factory-sealed! My dream in life is to become a Support System Titled Douluo! Increasing my lover's speed, strength, and attributes is what I do best! At most, at most, I can accept having twelve children..."

"So,"

she concluded forcefully, her eyes shining as she looked at Lin Feng, "Teacher, when are we getting married?"

Lin Feng: "..."

Zhu Zhuqing: "???"

Lin Feng was completely stunned. Well-traveled as he was, he had never expected to hear such an earth-shattering self-introduction.

He was here to take on a disciple, not to find a wife on a dating show!

Zhu Zhuqing was dumbfounded too. She had not known introductions could be done like this.

Other than not having pocket money and family assets rich enough to rival a nation, she seemed to meet all the other conditions Ning Rongrong had listed???

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

All at once, a powerful sense of crisis surged through her.

If this money-throwing Ning Rongrong really became her junior sister, would she squeeze Zhu Zhuqing right out of her teacher's heart?

It was not that she was overthinking it. Even merely imagining such shameless words made her cheeks burn; she simply could not say them aloud.

No, she could not even think of something so specific and comprehensive!

Much less boldly declare it right in front of her teacher!

Lin Feng fought the urge to rub his forehead and tried his best to maintain the composure expected of a teacher.

With a blank expression, he directly chose selective amnesia. "Miss Ning, what did you say after that? The wind was too loud, so I didn'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 Lin Feng, and I am the headmaster of Supreme Academy. I greatly admire your talent and wish to invite you to become my disciple. Would you be willing?"

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

She had laid out her family fortune and her entire life plan before him. Wasn't this man supposed to love money the most?

Was he really not moved at all?

Shouldn't winning over a rich woman like her be the most important thing for him to do right now?

Become his disciple? If she became his disciple, could she become a Disrupting the Master later?

She even began seriously considering whether she should write home and ask her father what he thought about premarital pregnancy.

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 Lin Feng pleadingly and made one final attempt. "Um, well, can I be your girlfriend instead of your disciple? The kind who covers food, lodging, bed-warming, and even pays you?"

The corner of Lin Feng's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

What a filthy-minded world!

At that moment, Ning Rongrong looked like a mango to Lin Feng.

Was there something wrong with Ning Rongrong's brain too?

Of course there was. Love Brain was a disease too!

Could she really say such shameless words 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 became his disciple, everything else could be discussed!

Later, she would write home and ask her father whether their family had any especially potent medicine.

"Ah! Hahahaha..."

She gave a few awkward laughs and hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "Teacher, I was joking! I'll do it! I'll become your disciple right now! Master, please tell your disciple what I should do?"

Lin Feng was full of doubts. 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 quite a bit of effort.

Ah, another one conquered by my nowhere-to-go charm.

He sighed inwardly, but on the surface, he deliberately coughed solemnly. "Very well. In that case, offer your master tea."

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

"Hm? Is that so..."

Lin Feng's expression did not change. "Water will do as well. It's only a ceremony; the sentiment is what matters."

Considerately, Zhu Zhuqing 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 Lin Feng. Her large eyes blinked as she said something startling once more. "Teacher, please have some water! From now on, I'm your precious little disciple!"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Lin Feng nearly choked on his own saliva. Even the hand holding the cup trembled slightly as he took it. "Disciple, do not speak nonsense! Very well, from today onward, you are the second Direct Disciple under my tutelage."

After saying that, he produced another Lotus Seed Bracelet as if performing a magic trick.

"This is the token of identity for my Direct Disciples, and it is also a storage bracelet. Today, I grant it to you as an Apprenticeship Gift. Keep it safe and accept it."

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

Taking the bracelet, she turned it over and over in her hands, her eyes full of curiosity, yet she did not put it on.

After waiting for a while without hearing the system notification, Lin Feng could not help urging her:

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