Are You Running a Fever?

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

She was about to move when Lin Feng gently held her back. "Wait a little longer. If we act now, it won't be justified."

Saving her now would not achieve the best "hero saving a beauty" effect.

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

Lin Feng secretly laughed to himself. Hahaha~ I really am a genius. I can save another batch of Gold Coin!

"Teacher, that red-haired fatty is there too. What does he want?"

Ning Rongrong asked in a lowered voice, "He doesn't seem to be with that sleazy man, does he?"

Finally, there was a topic Xiao Wu could join in on. She hurriedly said, "I know, I know! That dead fatty is pursuing the Receptionist. He probably noticed someone was up to no good and secretly followed them over, hoping to play the hero protecting a beauty."

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

His eyes shifted as he looked at Ning Rongrong with a mischievous grin. "Little Rong Rong, don't you have a grudge against that fatty? Do you want to beat that dead fatty up?"

He thought to himself, I can't let him interfere and take a share of the favor for nothing.

Xiao Wu was not in a position to 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 fellow a lesson. She raised her delicate brows, eager to give it a try. "Just watch, Teacher. I'll beat him until he's crawling around looking for his teeth! I'll finish him off..."

Watching the two of them assign tasks with such tacit 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 had never truly managed to enter their inner circle.

After a fierce internal struggle, she finally figured it out: choosing this man, who knew her inside and out, was powerful, and had promised to protect her, was clearly the more trustworthy choice.

In front of him, she did not need to pretend or tread carefully.

It was time to make a choice.

She silently made up her mind. I need to find a chance to talk to Lin Feng alone.

Seeing that the time was right, Lin Feng reminded them, "Little Zhu Qing, it's your turn! Little Rong Rong, go keep that dead fatty occupied. Don't let him come out and ruin things!"

The two girls exchanged a glance and nodded in understanding.

Zhu Zhuqing's figure silently melted into the darkness like Gui Mei. With her Dark Attribute, she was completely at home in an environment like this.

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

"Dead fatty, sneaking around like that means you're definitely up to no Good Thing! Come on, you're going to see the authorities with me!"

Ma Hongjun was startled out of his wits by Ning Rongrong's sudden appearance.

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

These days, whenever he saw anyone from Supreme Academy, he would usually take a detour. He had never expected that after finally finding a chance to show off, this young lady would ruin it again.

With his Good Thing ruined, his resentment toward Ning Rongrong deepened. He glared fiercely at her, turned around, and tried to slip away.

"Trying to leave? You must be guilty! Today, I'm definitely dragging you to see the authorities, you filthy pervert!"

Ma Hongjun was completely enraged. Looking around and seeing that she was alone, malice rose in his heart. A Support System Soul Master dares to be this arrogant?

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

Meanwhile, Zhu Zhuqing had already appeared silently beside the Receptionist like an elf of the night.

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

She had thought she would be unable to escape disaster tonight. She had only just found the man she liked—was she really about to lose her innocence like this?

The thought of being violated by a sleazy man like this sent a chill through her.

Just as despair consumed her, someone descended from the heavens. And she recognized her—it was that Good Looking man's Disciple!

"Why are you here? 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?

"Heh heh heh..."

A sleazy laugh interrupted her. "You've got quite the figure. Those breasts would be enough to entertain me for a year! My luck is great today—two top-quality beauties in a row."

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

His Martial Soul was just as sleazy: Heavenly Net Double Cover.

A pink piece of women's intimate clothing.

This man was truly a freak. His Martial Soul had practically determined his path of sleaze.

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 was instantly disgusted beyond words.

Had Teacher made this trip specifically to uphold justice?

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

"Since your eyes don't know how to look properly, I'll help gouge them out later." Zhu Zhuqing rarely spoke so harshly, but she had truly been disgusted.

Her Martial Soul instantly possessed her body. Without looking back, she said to the Receptionist, "Run! My teacher is at the street corner ahead."

The moment she heard that, the Receptionist was no longer afraid. She scrambled to her feet and sprinted toward the street corner at full speed, even running out of her high heels.

Zhu Zhuqing had already begun fighting Bu Le.

Xiao Wu looked at the battles on both sides and felt that this seemed like a good chance to speak to Lin Feng alone.

She had just gathered her courage and wanted to confess, but before the words could leave her mouth, the Receptionist rushed over like a gust of wind, directly interrupting her.

Damn it, what a shame!

Seeing Xiao Wu frown, Lin Feng knew her restless 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 to stay by his side more.

She unhappily shot a glance at the Receptionist, who was about to throw herself into Lin Feng's arms. She was always ruining her plans!

After Xiao Wu joined Zhu Zhuqing's battle, the Receptionist, "overwhelmed by fright," naturally succeeded in throwing herself into Lin Feng's embrace.

"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... he really makes me feel safe.

It was not that Lin Feng could not dodge, but he felt that a frightened woman needed comfort more.

Having lived two lives, he had never encountered someone so proactive. He secretly found it amusing.

It had to be said that this woman's figure was indeed quite good. Soft and Ruan Ruan.

Sigh, should I push her away?

Though that was what he thought, his hand seemed to have a mind of its own. It had already gently settled on her back, even patting it 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 voice. "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 an unnatural flush appeared on her cheeks.

He hurriedly pushed her away slightly and asked, "Are you running a fever?"

After being pushed away by him and hearing that straight-man remark, the Receptionist immediately felt stifled with annoyance. She could not help complaining inwardly, What an unromantic man!

What she had was not a fever—it was lust.