Charge!

A Titled Douluo's speed was astonishing.

In the blink of an eye, she had arrived at East Sea Junior Academy.

Leng Yaozhu entered the school. After sensing Na'er's Mental Power, she concealed herself and stealthily approached.

This seemed to be a physical education class. She sensed Na'er getting along with the other children.

It seemed that Na'er had grown a great deal over the past few months and was no longer so withdrawn.

As she reflected on this, Leng Yaozhu found herself thinking that perhaps it had been right to leave Na'er here.

But when she drew closer and saw it with her own eyes, she froze.

Su Wuyan, who had arrived a step later, also froze.

What a brat!

On the training field.

After three months of settling in and becoming familiar with his classmates, Su Qiu had regained his childlike heart.

Or perhaps he had never truly lost it?

He was not embarrassed in the slightest. After all, he really was a child now.

They were playing a role-playing battle game. The plot was that a knight defeated countless villains and rescued the princess.

Su Qiu played the Knight King.

"Damn Knight King, today is the day you die! Don't even think about rescuing the princess!"

The other classmates, playing the villains, charged at him all at once.

"Hmph! Since ancient times, evil has never triumphed over justice!"

With righteous indignation, Su Qiu swung himself onto his mount.

He summoned the Sword of Promised Victory and pointed it forward!

"Where are my thirteen Knights of the Round Table?"

"Your generals are here!" Thirteen classmates leaped out and performed the salute of Huaxia military commanders.

Don't ask why there were thirteen others besides Su Qiu. It was more convenient that way.

By the way, Su Qiu had written this script and was also the action director.

"Charge!"

In an instant, everyone rolled into a heap and began a turn-based battle, using rock-paper-scissors to determine who moved first.

Li Xiaoyun stood to the side. She had initially been worried, but now she was laughing so hard her stomach hurt.

So the question was—

Where was Na'er?

Was she playing the final princess?

No.

She was playing the mount!

That was right. Na'er was currently beneath Su Qiu!

Su Qiu sat on Na'er's shoulders.

Na'er stood straight with her legs, carrying Su Qiu on her shoulders. Her cute little face was flushed bright red, though it was impossible to tell whether it was from embarrassment or strain.

Sigh, perhaps it was both.

Poor Na'er, running into a little shit like Su Qiu.

Each of the thirteen knights held off one opponent. Now, only one villain remained.

"Damn!"

"Run him over, Golden Dragon King!"

Upon receiving the command, Na'er began to charge. As expected of the Golden Dragon Martial Soul transformed from the Silver Dragon King, even while carrying Su Qiu, Na'er moved as though there were nothing on her shoulders.

"Barbarian... wait, stop first."

Na'er stopped.

Su Qiu reminded her, "Why did you forget again? How many times have I told you? You need a battle cry before charging. That's the soul of it."

"Do it again. Show me the might of the Golden Dragon!"

Su Qiu cleared his throat.

"Run him over, Golden Dragon King!"

Na'er paused for a moment this time. Her face was so red it looked ready to explode, and she was so embarrassed that she seemed one step away from steaming from the head.

"Roar... roooar..." she gave her battle cry.

"Put some spirit into it! Don't disgrace the Golden Dragon!"

"ROAR!!!"

The charge began!

"Barbarian King Charge!"

Li Xiaoyun was laughing so hard she could barely breathe, but she soon stopped laughing.

She saw a stunningly beautiful woman with a fiery figure walking over from afar, her face dark.

Li Xiaoyun's heart skipped a beat.

She did not know who this beautiful woman was, but she recognized Su Wuyan obediently following behind her—the Tower Master of Eastsea City's Spirit Pagoda branch.

The final villain was defeated by the powerful Golden Dragon King's charge.

They arrived at the place where the princess was imprisoned.

Little Fatty sat there boredly, drawing circles on the ground.

"My lord, your subordinate arrived late and deserves ten thousand deaths!"

Little Fatty's face immediately split into a grin.

"It's finally over! My turn, my turn! It's my turn to play the Knight King."

"Uh, then find your mount first."

That made sense. Little Fatty looked around, only to discover that every classmate was avoiding his gaze.

There was only one Na'er in the class. The others could not carry him.

"Sister Na'er." He looked at Na'er pitifully.

"No."

Na'er shook her head. "Only Brother gets to ride me."

"That's right. Na'er and I are a locked-in combo!" Su Qiu nodded solemnly.

Na'er's expression brightened beneath him, and she lifted her head and puffed out her chest.

Little Fatty looked as though all hope had left him.

"Skip him, then. Who's the next heir in line?"

"Seems like it's Na'er?"

Someone spoke up.

Before Na'er could be happy, Su Qiu's expression suddenly changed. "Ow, my stomach hurts. How about we play again next time?"

"Next time?" A low voice, suppressing its fury, suddenly cut in.

"I think now would be better. Immediately. Right this moment!"

Hm?

Su Qiu guided Na'er around. Before his eyes stood a beautiful woman with a temperament as fiery as flame.

Su Wuyan stood behind her.

"Uncle?"

"Teacher?"

Na'er's surprised voice came from beneath him.

Teacher?

This time, Su Qiu's face truly changed. His mind began racing at top speed.

At the same time, Su Wuyan looked at him with pity and silently mouthed a word.

Heaven... Phoenix.

Heavenly Phoenix?

Heavenly Phoenix!!!

At that moment, the wrinkles in his brain were instantly smoothed out. He understood everything.

Why had Na'er happened to attend the same school and the same class as him?

Because the Administrator had not sent Na'er to an orphanage. Leng Yaozhu had taken Na'er away! Given Na'er's talent, it would have been effortless for Leng Yaozhu to take her as a disciple.

Then, with Heavenly Phoenix Douluo's help, finding him would naturally have been easy.

The moment he figured it out, Su Qiu smoothly dismounted.

"Greetings, Heavenly Phoenix."

Little Blondie had been caught teasing Little Sister by her guardian.

Tragic.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Leng Yaozhu said coldly. "I said, it's Na'er's turn to ride you!"

"Teacher, I don't mind." Na'er stepped in front of Su Qiu without a trace of fear.

Just as Su Qiu had once stood in front of her.

"Na'er." Leng Yaozhu was stunned.

In only three months, Na'er had changed greatly. The timid, withdrawn girl Leng Yaozhu had first met was nowhere to be seen.

But when she thought of the price of that growth, she grew angry again.

"Get on, Na'er."

Su Qiu had already crouched down. He was not someone who could not take what he dished out. He had only been pretending earlier, wanting to tease Na'er a little.

"Mm." Na'er's face, which had only just returned to normal, gradually reddened again. She gave a soft response and slowly sat on Su Qiu's shoulders.

As Su Qiu stood up, Na'er cried out and shyly wrapped her arms around his head.

"Everyone! One more time!"

"Present!"

It had to be said that Douluo children matured early. The classmates were quite perceptive, and amid cheers, they all returned to their positions.

"Run... run him over, Golden Dragon King."

"Uh, Na'er, you mixed it up. Since I'm the mount, I should be called Invincible Tyrannosaurus."

"Run him over, Invincible... Invincible Tyrannosaurus."

"Woohoo!!!"

All that could be said was that Su Qiu's skin was too thick. Once he became the mount, he let himself go even more.

Carrying Na'er, he sprinted all the way forward, knocking over one villain after another, unstoppable.

After all, mounts had no lines. They only needed battle cries.

Na'er, on the other hand, felt even more socially dead than before. Curled up on Su Qiu's shoulders, she clung tightly to his head.

Watching this, Leng Yaozhu regretted it. There was something seriously wrong with this game itself. No matter who rode whom, Na'er was the one at a disadvantage.

After taking several deep breaths, she finally voiced her original purpose. "Na'er, it's time to come back with me."

Su Qiu was horrified.

Come on, man.

Even this was going to turn into a Na'er farewell arc?

The Original Work had at least given them three years. Why did I only get three months?!

Na'er, who had been happily playing with Su Qiu's cowlick, froze at those words. Her cheerfulness visibly vanished.