He was in a good mood.
He reached out and ruffled the "husky's" head.
"Mm!"
The girl covered her head and took a step back.
"We're both men. Don't be so stingy." An Zhen handed over the second cup of milk tea.
The milky white liquid entered her mouth, its sweet flavor spreading across her tongue and finally soothing her dissatisfaction.
Her fair little fist clenched, then loosened. In the end, she could only snort, turn around, and gulp down the milk tea as though she were drinking someone's blood.
Youthful campuses never lacked couples. Though there was only one extra straw, the meaning attached to it swiftly boosted sales of the couple's edition.
"What is it, Senior Sister? Seeing your juniors so affectionate, do you feel deeply gratified?" After pulling the unwilling Wang Dong over to make milk tea, An Zhen quietly moved beside Senior Sister. Standing shoulder to shoulder with her, hands behind his back, he looked like an elder deeply gratified by the scene.
"You seem to know something."
The tranquil woman spoke in an even tone, her mood seemingly undisturbed. As a Soul Douluo, she was certain that after handing out the first cup of couple's milk tea, An Zhen had raised his eyebrows at her.
"Perhaps Senior Sister's facial expression management slipped when she saw someone."
The boy answered with a grin.
What bad intentions could an eleven-year-old possibly have?
Childhood sweethearts could not beat a sudden arrival.
"I came for you."
The girl closed her eyes as if adjusting her emotions, then opened them and spoke word by word.
"Oh, I'm flattered."
An Zhen smiled on the outside. As if I'd believe that.
"Your martial soul is very powerful. I want to understand it so the Academy can create a tailored growth plan for you. You might even have the chance to take that Taotie Douluo as your master."
Zhang Lexuan said it all in one breath, quite quickly. Her lung capacity was clearly impressive. With Shrek Academy personally creating a growth plan, Zhang Lexuan believed no one would reject such terms.
"Not interested."
An Zhen refused.
"Why?"
Rare emotion surfaced in the tranquil beauty's voice. "You may not know what this means. The Academy can select the Soul Beasts most suitable for you from tens of thousands of species. You should understand what suitable soul rings mean to a soul master."
"Senior Sister, do you know what Soul Beasts my two soul rings came from?"
"What?"
"One was a four-hundred-year Soft Bone Rabbit, and the other was an eight-hundred-year Blue Silver Grass."
Zhang Lexuan: ...
Generally speaking, dragon martial souls needed to hunt Soul Beasts with dragon bloodlines, preferably subdragons or golden dragons.
The beauty's mind raced, but even after reviewing all the knowledge she possessed, she could not figure out what connection those two creatures had to each other, or what either of them had to do with the world.
Yet An Zhen's first soul ring was undoubtedly extremely powerful. It was not the result of choosing the wrong Soul Beast or anything of the sort.
"I don't need suitable Soul Beasts. Unless Shrek Academy can shatter a world and make that world drop a soul ring for me, I only need to consider the age. The soul skills I awaken are abilities inherent to my martial soul."
An Zhen felt that he had already said more than enough to someone he barely knew.
"So." The boy lifted his black eyes and looked at the beauty before him. "Does Senior Sister have anything else to say?"
"I want to understand your martial soul and soul skills."
An Zhen rolled his eyes.
An Zhen stayed away from strange older sisters.
A while later.
A Super Douluo randomly spawned at the milk tea stall outside the school gates.
"Elder Xuan, does Shrek Academy have some kind of Enforcement Team?" An Zhen stepped closer and asked.
"Why are you asking about that, brat?"
"I'm being harassed."
The handsome young man looked pitifully at the big shot before him, as though he had found a lifeline. "An adult more than ten years older than me has been following me around and asking extremely private questions."
"!"
After taking a fierce gulp of milk tea, the old man's murky yellow eyes instantly became as imposing as a waking lion's. His expression darkened. "Who?!"
As the leader of Shrek's inspection corps.
Though he was mainly responsible for Evil Soul Masters, for some pervert to act so brazenly right outside the school gates.
It was practically rubbing his face into the ground!
"The other party has an extraordinary identity," An Zhen explained.
"Even if they're a Title Douluo, I can still slap them to the ground!"
"Her. It's her."
An Zhen pointed toward the tranquil beauty standing quietly in the distance.
"Ow!"
A cry of pain rang out.
It came from An Zhen.
The boy clutched his head and crouched on the ground.
"You brat, don't act spoiled after getting what you wanted."
The scruffy old man tossed out those words, turned around, and ignored the brat putting on an act.
"But I was telling the truth."
No one understood An Zhen's helplessness.
A person's martial soul and soul skills could be considered highly private matters. Only in a school with such a good atmosphere would people reveal them to one another. Information could determine the outcome of a battle, even a war. Knowing someone else's martial soul and soul skills in advance gave one time to devise corresponding countermeasures and gain better odds in ever-changing combat.
One hour later.
Xu Sanshi obediently lined up and bought a cup.
Apparently, he had spent the day working to earn the money, saying that he wanted to buy milk tea for Jiang Nannan with the fruits of his own labor.
Very inspiring.
An Zhen was moved as he earned a six-hundred-percent profit.
They packed up and returned to the dormitory.
Wang Dong went to buy comic books.
Money laundering.
Splitting the money.
After deducting material costs, everyone received one-third. An Zhen even marveled at how well he treated his employees.
They washed up.
Then lay on the bed and activated their martial souls.
Having done it once already, An Zhen was now thoroughly familiar with pulling people's consciousness into the Virtual World. He only needed to wait for his martial soul to bring them in automatically.
He placed the bodies of the two Beautiful Girls on the bed, changing them into short-sleeved shirts, shorts, and long hair.
One was petite and adorable, the other delicate and dreamlike.
After thinking seriously for a moment, An Zhen raised his hand. Semi-transparent white stockings appeared on the girls' legs, thin as cicada wings, white with a hint of red. On the two Beautiful Girls, whose skin was fair and tender, such clothing did not make the rest of their bodies look darker. Instead, it highlighted their purity, like cream decorating soft white bread.
"Say, would doing other things speed up the process?"
An Zhen felt it was necessary to try.
Besides, he had not had a late-night snack yet.
Then he would have some dessert.
The girls opened their eyes. The familiar ceiling, the familiar person beside them.
"An Zhen, you're so slow!" Wang Dong complained.
"Haste makes waste."
"I think you're just not that fast."
"You'll understand whether slow or fast is better once you grow up."
For men, this was a very serious issue.
"You say that as if you're much older."
"Hmm?"
Wang Dong noticed something strange.
Why were her toes wet? The white stockings were pressed tightly against them.
"There isn't any water in the room." The girl was puzzled.
An Zhen gently touched the corner of his mouth. White stockings really did take quite a bit of saliva.
Her round toes curled. Huo Yutong, her cheeks flushed red, looked at An Zhen as though she wanted to speak but hesitated. The loli recalled certain things that had happened before, as well as An Zhen's somewhat unusual hobby.
"An Zhen, what kind of water is this?"
Wang Dong curiously touched her toes. Why was this water stringy?
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