The World and the Moon

"Uh... did you two get into a fight?"

Dormitory 108 was very quiet.

A young girl and a loli each sat on their own beds.

The atmosphere was eerily silent.

An Zhen keenly noticed that both of them had slightly disheveled clothes, which reminded him of their first meeting in the original story when they fought.

"Mm." The loli nodded obediently.

"Hmph." The young miss turned her head away with a haughty air.

"Why did you fight?"

The situation now might be different from the original.

Both were girls. Although Wang Dong'er had some spoiled young miss tendencies, she was still a kind-hearted girl at heart—in the original, she'd even run around carrying a male stranger. As for Huo Yutong, aside from the hatred buried in her heart, she was like a blank slate at this point.

"Wang Dong said Brother An Zhen is taking care of me with ulterior motives," the blue-haired loli explained.

The cause was simple.

Wang Dong was curious why Huo Yutong was disguised as a boy—weak, frail, like a forced choice out of a storybook. Because of Wang Dong's caring goodwill, the two girls, so fated to meet, started chatting. Then the conversation turned to An Zhen. Wang Dong felt An Zhen definitely had hidden motives, using the sponsorship money on lavish spending instead of cultivation. Huo Yutong couldn't stand that and naturally defended An Zhen. Wang Dong thought she was being ungrateful, and the argument escalated from words to a physical fight. In the end, they threw down.

"Ulterior motives?"

An Zhen's gaze fell on the two small, delicate feet wrapped in pure white socks. He nodded silently. "That much is true."

"Brother An Zhen!"

The loli's shy voice rang out, involuntarily recalling the time Brother An Zhen had pressed her white-socked foot against his chin.

"But that doesn't make me a bad person, does it?" An Zhen lightly scratched his cheek.

"Didn't you just admit it?"

Arms crossed, the handsome young miss stood on her bed, looking down at An Zhen from above.

"Forget it, I won't explain much. Money isn't saved—it's earned. Wang Dong, seeing is believing."

He couldn't explain the sponsorship funds, since he was from the Sun Moon Empire.

An Zhen gently waved at Huo Yutong. "Come on, Xiao Yutong. I've found a job, and it definitely pays."

When An Zhen walked out of the dorm, two figures followed behind him.

"I'll just have to see how you make this money," Wang Dong said with a teasing grin, hands in her pockets, trailing An Zhen. Another boy, looking somewhat underdeveloped, pulled a cart beside them.

"But aren't you afraid of getting expelled from Shrek Academy for using Lord Taotie Douluo's name?"

Wang Dong was puzzled.

Was this guy really that bold?

"Heh, what if I have permission?"

"Lord Taotie Douluo would endorse your little street stall?" Wang Dong felt like laughing. Her handsome features, softened by a girl's smile, gained a touch of feminine grace.

"Why not?"

"Even the Star Dou Auction House doesn't have that privilege."

"True." An Zhen nodded lightly. "Because someone that important doesn't lack money, so naturally they wouldn't show up for something like this."

"But what if it's a junior they find agreeable?"

"This isn't some big enterprise. To them, it's just a kid's toy—something to tease a younger generation with now and then."

Wang Dong fell silent.

At the school gate.

"Good foot traffic here."

Watching students come and go, An Zhen nodded in satisfaction.

Two carts, three good-looking boys—the odd combination instantly drew the attention of many students, who also spotted the sign on the cart.

"Taotie Douluo!"

A senior student couldn't help but exclaim.

"Classmate, is what's written here real or fake?" A bespectacled senior in a purple uniform stepped forward to ask.

"Everyone knows Lord Taotie Douluo is our school's strongest (on the surface). Would I dare spread rumors? Would you?"

"I wouldn't." The senior shook his head honestly.

"Want to give it a taste?"

Glancing at the sign, the senior ordered an original flavor.

"Yutong, follow my lead."

The process wasn't complicated—just memorize the ingredient list. Huo Yutong was a smart kid; she got the hang of it after watching once.

"Keep it up."

I have to say, star power is really strong. With the Taotie Douluo's endorsement at Shrek Academy, even plain water would have a long line of students eager to try it. By the time Huo Yutong made her first cup of milk tea, a queue had already formed behind her.

"How does it taste?"

An Zhen asked, watching Wang Dong bite down on the straw.

"Sweet, not bad." The sweet flavor lifted the young lady's mood a bit.

"But can this thing make money?"

"Why not? People love sweets, and here you've got plenty of young boys and girls in their prime with spending power, plus the Taotie Douluo as a spokesperson. And guess what the cost of one cup of milk tea is?"

The boy looked full of confidence.

"But you have other intentions toward her."

"Beautiful things always make people want to possess them. Besides, this is just normal feelings between a guy and a girl, right? I'm not forcing or deceiving her."

His frankness caught Wang Dong off guard.

The young lady glanced at the busy girl over there—seemed like she really was meddling in something that wasn't her business.

As dusk fell.

Milk tea sales were exceptionally good, forcing An Zhen to restock raw materials twice. The sharp-tongued young lady, for some reason, went to help Huo Yutong.

That's more like it.

Watching this scene, An Zhen felt quite gratified.

They were all just eleven-year-old kids—where was all the scheming and conspiracy?

A silver moon crept closer.

"You're doing business at the school gate?"

"Is that not allowed? It's not in the school rules."

It really wasn't. Because no normal person would have the guts to sell things right at the school gate.

Shrek's senior sister appeared silently at the entrance, unnoticed by anyone except the boy she was talking to.

"I have a question."

The quiet, long-haired beauty spoke, still holding a cup of milk tea, her calm eyes like a still well.

"Before you ask someone a question, shouldn't you state your name first?"

"Zhang Lexuan."

"An Zhen."

"I'm very curious about your Martial Soul."

"Oh."

"Creating something from nothing is a powerful ability. I think it could be developed in other directions."

"Oh."

"Being able to go unnoticed by a Title Douluo—your Martial Soul is strong. If you're willing, the academy will invest heavily in you."

"Oh."

"Sis, are you a teacher?" An Zhen felt a bit of Sun Wukong's pain.

"No, but I will be a teacher at Shrek in the future."

"Since you're so curious, why not experience it yourself?"

The quiet, long-haired beauty nodded gently, her expression unchanged. "Alright."

Just then, a furious shout reached An Zhen's ears.

"Kid, believe me, I'll flip this stall of yours!"

"Xu Sanshi, what do you think you're doing!"

A commotion broke out at the milk tea stall.

When An Zhen rushed over, he saw a tall, black-haired youth with his Martial Soul possessed, holding a turtle shell, confronting a furious girl. A refined young man was shielding the girl with his arm, while Wang Dong's handsome face was full of anger as she stared at the turtle-shell youth, and Huo Yutong was the same.

The stall had milk tea spilled all over the counter.

Standing in front of the stall was a golden-haired beauty, tall and slender, with skin like snow and eyes like a clear lake, as elegant and pure as an orchid, gentle and graceful.

"Within Shrek City, private use of Martial Soul power for fighting is not allowed."

A gentle but cool voice rang out. Seeing who it was, the students instinctively stepped aside, and the stunned freshmen were quickly pulled away by senior students.

"Senior Sister."

"Senior Sister." Voices of sincere respect sounded one after another.

The number one beauty of Shrek Academy's outer courtyard and the number one beauty of the inner courtyard had gathered here.