An Zhen's Midnight Snack

Feeling cheerful.

He reached out and ruffled the "husky's" head.

"Ngh!"

The girl flinched back, clutching her head.

"We're all guys, don't be so stingy." An Zhen handed her the second cup of milk tea.

The milky liquid entered her mouth, and the sweet taste spread, finally calming the girl's displeasure.

Her fair, small fist clenched and then loosened. In the end, she could only huff and turn away, drinking the milk tea in large gulps as if she were draining someone's blood.

The youthful campus was never short of couples. Although it was just an extra straw, the meaning it conveyed quickly boosted sales of couple-themed items.

"What's the matter, Senior Sister? Seeing the juniors and seniors so in love, are you feeling deeply gratified?" An Zhen pulled the reluctant Wang Dong over to make milk tea, then quietly sidled up to Senior Sister, standing shoulder-to-shoulder, hands behind his back, looking like an elder filled with deep satisfaction.

"You seem to know something."

The serene woman spoke calmly, her mood seemingly undisturbed. As a Soul Douluo, she was certain she had seen An Zhen wink at her after handing out the first cup of couple's milk tea.

"Perhaps it's that Senior Sister's facial expression management falters when she sees a certain person's figure," the boy replied with a grin.

What bad intentions could an eleven-year-old have?

Childhood sweethearts lose to the newcomer.

"I came for you."

Closing her eyes as if to change her mood, the girl opened them and spoke word by word.

"Oh, I'm so flattered."

An Zhen's face was all smiles, 'Do you think I'd believe that?'

"Your Martial Soul is very powerful. I want to understand it. If that's the case, the academy can create a specialized growth plan for you. You might even have the chance to become a disciple of His Excellency Taotie Douluo."

Zhang Lexuan spoke quickly, finishing in one breath. It was evident she had excellent lung capacity. With a specialized growth plan from Shrek Academy, Zhang Lexuan believed no one would refuse such terms.

"Not interested."

An Zhen refused.

"Why?"

The serene beauty's voice showed a rare flicker of emotion. "You might not understand what this means. The academy can select the most suitable Soul Beast for you from thousands of Soul Beasts. You should know the significance of a suitable Soul Ring for a Soul Master."

"Does Senior Sister know what kind of Soul Beasts my two Soul Rings came from?"

"What?"

"One is a four-hundred-year-old Soft Bone Rabbit, and the other is an eight-hundred-year-old Blue Silver Grass."

Zhang Lexuan: ...

Generally speaking, Dragon Martial Souls should hunt Soul Beasts with dragon blood, preferably those like Golden Dragons.

The beauty's mind raced, but even after recalling all her past knowledge, she couldn't find any connection between these two creatures, or their connection to the world.

However, An Zhen's first Soul Ring was undoubtedly very powerful; it wasn't the result of choosing the wrong Soul Beast or anything similar.

"I don't need a suitable Soul Beast, unless Shrek Academy can shatter a world and then have a Soul Ring drop for me from that world. Otherwise, I only need to consider the age. The awakened Soul Skill is already an ability of my Martial Soul."

An Zhen felt he had said enough to someone he was relatively unfamiliar with.

"So," the boy raised his dark eyes, looking at the beautiful woman before him, "does Senior Sister need anything else?"

"I want to understand your Martial Soul and Soul Skills."

An Zhen rolled his eyes.

An Zhen distanced himself from the strange older sister.

A moment later.

A Super Douluo randomly appeared at the milk tea stall outside the school.

"Elder Xuan, does our Shrek Academy have any law enforcement teams?" An Zhen sidled up and asked.

"Why are you asking this, kid?"

"I'm being harassed."

The handsome young man looked pitifully at the powerful figure before him, putting on a pathetic act, as if he had found a lifeline. "An adult, more than ten years older than me, keeps pestering me with extremely private questions."

"!"

He took a deep gulp of milk tea, his cloudy eyes instantly becoming as imposing as a roused Mighty Lion. The old man's expression turned hostile. "Who!"

As the head of Shrek's inspection team.

Although he was mainly responsible for Evil Soul Masters, anyone daring to be so arrogant at the school entrance was practically rubbing his face on the ground!

"The other party's identity is not ordinary," An Zhen explained.

"Even if they were a Titled Douluo, I'd slap them to the ground with one hand!"

"She, it's her."

An Zhen's finger pointed to the serene beauty standing quietly in the distance.

"Ouch!"

A cry of pain rang out.

It came from An Zhen.

The young man squatted on the ground, clutching his head.

"Don't play coy after getting what you wanted, kid."

The scruffy old man dropped the sentence and turned away, no longer paying attention to the whiny boy.

"But I'm just stating facts."

An Zhen's helplessness was beyond anyone's understanding.

Martial Souls and Soul Skills were considered highly confidential matters for an individual. It was only in schools with a more relaxed atmosphere that they were mutually disclosed. One had to know that information could be the key to a battle, or even a war. Knowing someone else's Martial Soul and Soul Skill in advance would allow ample time to devise countermeasures, gaining a greater advantage in the ever-changing battlefield.

One hour.

Xu Sanshi honestly queued up and bought a cup.

He heard that the money was earned from a day of working part-time, and he wanted to earn money through his own hard work to buy bubble tea for Jiang Nannan.

Very inspiring.

An Zhen was so moved that he earned a profit of six hundred percent.

Packing up and returning to the Dormitory.

Wang Dong went to buy comic books.

Money laundering.

Splitting the money.

After deducting the cost of materials, everyone took one-third. An Zhen lamented how good he was to his employees.

Washing up.

He lay on the bed and activated his Martial Soul.

After the first time, An Zhen was already skilled at pulling someone's consciousness into the virtual world. He just needed to wait for his Martial Soul to automatically pull them in.

He placed the bodies of the two beautiful girls on the bed, changed them into short-sleeved shirts and shorts, and let down their long hair.

One petite and cute, the other exquisite and dreamy.

After careful consideration, An Zhen raised his hand, and sheer white stockings appeared on the girls' legs. They were as thin as cicada wings, white with a hint of red. For the two fair-skinned, tender-skinned beauties, such an outfit wouldn't make other parts of their bodies appear dark. Instead, it highlighted their purity, like cream dotted on soft white bread.

"By the way, would doing other things speed up this process?"

An Zhen felt it was necessary to try.

Besides, he hadn't had a late-night snack tonight.

So, let's have some dessert.

The girls opened their eyes, seeing the familiar ceiling and the familiar person beside them.

"An Zhen, you're so slow!" Wang Dong complained.

"Haste makes waste."

"I think you're just not fast enough."

"When you grow up, you'll know whether slow or fast is better."

For men, this was a very serious issue.

"You say that like you're ancient."

"Hmm?"

Wang Dong sensed something was wrong.

Why were her toes wet? The white stockings were sticking directly to her toes.

"There's no water in the room," the girl wondered.

An Zhen reached out and gently touched the corner of his mouth. The white stockings did require some saliva.

With her round toes curled and her cheeks flushed, Huo Yutong looked at An Zhen, wanting to speak but hesitating. Loli recalled some past events, and An Zhen Gege's somewhat peculiar hobbies.

"An Zhen, what is this water?"

Wang Dong curiously touched her toes. Why was this water still stringy?