It's Bad, It's Aimed at Me

"This..." The Administrator, who had rushed over as soon as he received the report, looked troubled.

Na'er timidly hid behind Su Qiu, poking out half her little head to glance at him fearfully.

Being feared by such an adorable little girl made the Administrator's heart ache. He gave an awkward smile. "Kid, is this girl really lost? She isn't your little sister, is she?"

"Don't joke like that."

"Na'er, don't be afraid. Uncle is a good person." Su Qiu pulled Na'er in front of him. "Administrator Uncle will help you find your home."

"No... no." Na'er stubbornly grabbed the corner of Su Qiu's clothes from behind, her fingers turning white from the force.

Su Qiu couldn't help covering his face.

Girl, were you put under a curse or something?

We've only just met. Why are you clinging to me so hard?

With no other choice, Su Qiu accompanied Na'er to the Police Station. After cooperating with the Administrator's investigation, he decisively slipped away while Na'er had let down her guard.

All that remained was a heartbroken little girl crying in the Police Station as though she had just fallen in love and suffered a breakup.

The Administrators fumbled about, at a complete loss as they tried to comfort her, but it was useless. The girl merely shook her head as she cried.

"Heh, trying to scheme against me? No chance!"

Why had Na'er come to Eastsea City? Why had he happened to save her like a hero rescuing a damsel? Why was she clinging to him?

None of that mattered anymore.

Su Qiu secretly felt pleased with himself.

I don't care what's going on. As long as I stay away from her, isn't that enough?

The next few days passed peacefully.

Su Qiu followed Mu Chen in learning blacksmithing, while occasionally teasing Mu Xi.

After forging, he cultivated his soul power instead of resting.

Once he had rested, Su Wuyan's special training followed immediately after.

The days passed one by one, until school began.

East Sea Junior Academy welcomed a Demon Pill.

Su Qiu looked like a child on the outside, but his heart was as filthy as an adult's. Tossed into a group of children, he was simply a Demon Child descending upon the world.

After entering the campus and familiarizing himself with the surroundings, Su Qiu headed to his classroom.

East Sea Junior Academy was divided into Normal Classes and Soul Master Classes. The only difference between the children in the two types of classes was whether they possessed soul power.

The Soul Master Classes had better educational resources than the Normal Classes and also taught some knowledge related to Soul Masters.

Naturally, Su Qiu had entered a Soul Master Class. There were thirty New Students in his class.

The moment he entered the classroom, he saw the New Students in a chaotic mess, chirping away as they asked each other about their Martial Souls and soul power.

That familiar clamor made Su Qiu feel as though he had returned to his student days in his previous life.

He casually chose a seat by the window in the back row and sat down. It really had been a random choice.

Someone eagerly came over. It was a Little Fatty.

"Hey, what's your Martial Soul?"

"Holy Sword."

"Wow..." Little Fatty didn't understand it, but thought it sounded impressive. He continued, "Then what level is your soul power?"

Su Qiu told the truth.

"Level 14."

Hiss!

The nearby students who heard him all turned their heads and sucked in a breath of cold air.

"You're full of shit!"

Little Fatty didn't believe him at all.

"Innate Full Soul Power is only level 10. How could you possibly be level 14?!"

Su Qiu stopped talking. There was no point arguing with a group of children.

"Hmph, if you don't want to say it, then don't. Why brag?"

Little Fatty walked away. Seeing another new classmate enter the classroom, he rushed over and asked as a matter of routine, "Hey, what's your Martial Soul?"

"Gol... Golden Dragon." A soft, delicate, timid voice answered.

But when it reached Su Qiu's ears, it was like thunder!

He abruptly turned his head, his eyes widening as even his breathing stopped for half a beat.

At the source of the voice stood none other than Na'er.

"Yellow Golden Dragon? What a strange name." Little Fatty asked again, "Then what level is your Soul Power?"

Na'er remained silent. The moment she saw Su Qiu, she hurriedly ran over in delight.

Without saying a word, she stood beside him like a bodyguard, head lowered, her hands tangled together as her index fingers drew circles.

So she really came for me?

Rubbing his temples with a headache, Su Qiu let out a long sigh. "Don't just stand there. Sit behind me."

At that, Na'er's purple eyes lit up. She claimed the seat behind Su Qiu, sitting down as her little legs dangled in the air and swung happily back and forth.

"What exactly do you like about me?" Su Qiu began probing.

"You... you smell... really nice." Perhaps because the question had been too direct, Na'er's face flushed red. "You feel very familiar."

"Smell nice?"

Countless images flashed through Su Qiu's mind as he considered what was different about him that would make this Little Silver Dragon find him pleasant-smelling.

The only thing that set him apart was probably his Martial Soul.

He first tried activating the Holy Sword.

"Is it this?"

"Hm?" Na'er's little face was full of confusion. She did not understand.

Seeing that, Su Qiu activated the Holy Spear instead.

This time, Na'er involuntarily leaned her head forward, moving close to Su Qiu. She was just short of taking an epic lungful of him.

"Holy Spear Rungonimiyade?" Su Qiu's thoughts wandered. The only connection between the Holy Spear and the Silver Dragon King might be the elements.

He remembered that the Silver Dragon King commanded the elements, while the Holy Spear had formed Soul Rings on its own and granted him control over the Wind Element.

Was that the reason? He was not sure.

Coming back to himself, he glanced at Na'er, who had moved close with her eyes tightly shut and an intoxicated expression on her face.

Su Qiu withdrew the Holy Spear's aura, covered Na'er's face with one hand, and pushed her away before she could press herself against him.

Na'er was forced to lean back, but her hands still waved lightly as she tried to reach forward.

He roughly understood now.

It was probably the Holy Spear's attraction to Na'er, combined with the suspension bridge effect of him saving a beauty, that had made Na'er fall in love with him at first sight.

"Sigh, Love God. Sigh, Douluo Continent."

"You win."

She was only six!

And they were already doing this lovey-dovey stuff.

The Na'er before him was undoubtedly a genuine little girl who had lost the Silver Dragon King's memories.

If she were some ten-thousand-year-old woman who had regained her memories, he could barely accept it.

But a six-year-old child was absolutely not okay.

He was not a lolicon!

The remaining dead time passed with Na'er moving closer, and Su Qiu pushing her away.

Closer, pushed away, closer, pushed away...

It continued like that until the teacher entered the classroom.

"Hello, everyone. I am your homeroom teacher, Li Xiaoyun."

After writing her name on the blackboard, Li Xiaoyun tried to make her voice sound as gentle as possible. This class had two extraordinary children.

"For the next three years, I will be teaching you the basic knowledge of Soul Masters."

"Now, please introduce yourselves. State your name, Martial Soul, and Innate Soul Power."

There were thirty students in the class, and the introductions went by quickly—or rather, they became faster and faster. Every student's introduction was a bit quicker than the one before. At some unknown point, it had turned into an inexplicable competition.

Li Xiaoyun did not know whether to laugh or cry.

It was soon Su Qiu's turn. He was not that childish, so he introduced himself at a normal pace. "Su Qiu. My Martial Souls are the Sword of Promised Victory and the Shining Spear of the End. Innate Soul Power Level 10."

Well, actually, the names were too long. There was no way to say them quickly.

The classroom erupted in an uproar.

Those Martial Soul names were far too cool, and Innate Soul Power Level 10 was equally shocking.

Little Fatty curled his lip. He had said it was bragging—how could it possibly be Level 14? In front of the teacher, he had still told the truth.

He had absolutely no idea of the difference between Soul Power Level and Innate Full Soul Power.

It was Na'er's turn next.

Under the gaze of the entire class, she stood up fearfully.

She did not dare raise her head, constantly glancing diagonally downward. Her hands clenched the corners of her clothes, twisting them back and forth.