Lan Mengqin was about ready to lose her mind over this clingy pest. Wang Teng was one of the strongest and most famous students in the third year.
But he didn't dare lay a hand on Miss Lan. If he did, Lan Mengqin would gladly send him and his entire family to their doom.
The problem was, he hadn't actually hurt her. He was just constantly getting in her way, and she couldn't chase him off.
It was the sort of thing that wasn't illegal, just plain crazy—and it kept Lan Mengqin from earning any points.
Meanwhile, Wang Teng himself had no idea how irritating he was. The elders of his clan, along with his father and grandfather, thought highly of him. They often said, "Our son, Wang Teng, has the makings of a Titled Douluo."
That had made him unbearably arrogant. He believed only a beautiful, exceptionally talented girl with a powerful background like Lan Mengqin was worthy of being with him.
Just as Lan Mengqin was about to lose her mind, a commotion suddenly broke out in the distance.
"Someone's coming!"
"Stop him! We absolutely can't let him ruin Young Master Wang's plans!"
Hope flickered in Lan Mengqin's eyes when she heard the commotion. Had someone come to rescue her? She turned to look—and saw a first-year student who had wandered into the area get eliminated.
She rubbed her forehead. Right. Maybe she shouldn't have gotten her hopes up. With so many people here, how could anyone possibly fight their way in alone and rescue her?
If someone really could save her from an army of thousands and then whisk her away in style, that would be incredibly cool.
Just like Gall-Bladder Douluo in the Goblin Patriarch's Romance of the Three Kingdoms Performance. He'd reached the quasi-god level