Douluo: Poisonous Tongue, Loves Telling the Truth

"I reckon it's probably harder to catch than a pomelo by now."

Immediately after, the fingers gripping the teacup stiffened once more...

Xia Ran spent the entire night feeling restless, completely unable to focus on his cultivation.

Every time he closed his eyes, a sea of pale white skin would automatically surface in his mind.

Even the awakening of his second Martial Soul failed to suppress his agitated mood.

It wasn't until the sun rose in the east that he ran to the hills behind the academy, finally managing to calm his mind.

Threads of cool air gradually seeped into his body, soothing his chaotic thoughts...

In the early morning, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing came to his place for their usual meal.

However, the room was empty; Xia Ran was busy roasting meat for himself in the hills behind the academy.

Ning Rongrong called out Xia Ran's name for a long time without receiving any response, so she kicked the door in anger.

"Damn that Xia Ran, he took our money, yet he actually stood us up."

Seeing Ning Rongrong so angry, Zhu Zhuqing whispered a word of advice from the side.

"Why don't we just let it go? Maybe he has something urgent to attend to today."

Ning Rongrong turned her head, looking at Zhu Zhuqing with a suspicious gaze that was quite unlike her usual self.

"Hmm? Why are you speaking up for him today?"

Under such scrutiny, Zhu Zhuqing hurriedly turned her head away, her delicate face flushing with a shy red.

"I didn't... it's just..."

"No way, there's definitely something fishy going on between you two!"

Zhu Zhuqing's reaction was too obvious, and Ning Rongrong was no fool.

Usually, Zhu Zhuqing would never speak up for Xia Ran; she was a woman of few words, maintaining a cold and aloof image.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhu Zhuqing had shielded her during the start of the term, letting her know that this person was the type to be cold on the outside but warm on the inside, Ning Rongrong would never have gotten so close to her.

Yet today, this ice-cold beauty was actually defending someone else!!!

Recalling the sight of Zhu Zhuqing in disarray inside Xia Ran's room yesterday, a terrifying thought emerged in Ning Rongrong's mind.

Ning Rongrong looked at Zhu Zhuqing with an attitude that was almost like an interrogation.

"Speak! You and Xia Ran..."

Zhu Zhuqing was already feeling guilty, and at this moment, she didn't dare to look Ning Rongrong in the eye.

"I... I didn't..."

Seeing that Ning Rongrong was so sharp, she realized the truth was about to be exposed.

In her desperation, she actually activated her Martial Soul Avatar and fled!

"This Xia Ran, he actually... really cuckolded Dai Mubai!!!"

Chapter 19: Confronting Ning Rongrong

On the other side, after finishing his meal, Xia Ran familiarized himself with his second Martial Soul.

His internal soul power was currently very full, and he reckoned it had already exceeded level 50.

If his second Martial Soul followed the same quality and was also accompanied by Innate Full Soul Power, he would reach at least level 53 after absorbing a soul ring.

In the original story, Oscar was supposed to break through to level 30 within these two days, and with Zhao Wuji accompanying him, he could take the opportunity to hunt a ten-thousand-year soul beast for himself as well.

Sure enough, over at the academy playground, Oscar was excitedly hugging Flender.

"Dean! I'm level 30! I'm level 30!"

Tang San and the others cast surprised glances, Ning Rongrong included.

They hadn't expected that besides Dai Mubai, the first person to reach level 30 would be Oscar.

Food-system Martial Souls were the most difficult type to cultivate.

Although Oscar was a bit older than Tang San and the others, this was enough to prove the heaven-defying quality of his Martial Soul and his cultivation talent.

As the dean, Flender's old face was beaming with joy.

It could be said that Oscar was currently the most outstanding among them; a level 30 food-system soul master, whose utility in an army could rival many soul kings.

"Little Ao, you didn't let me down. It was truly worth all the painstaking cultivation I've poured into you all this time!"

"Tomorrow, we will head to the Star Dou Forest to hunt a soul ring for you!"

There were even glistening tears in Flender's eyes. It had to be said that when it came to hoping for their students to succeed, these old fellows were absolutely sincere.

Oscar was his most prized student, aside from Ma Hongjun.

Unlike the top-tier inherited Martial Soul of Dai Mubai, Oscar's sausage provided no acceleration to cultivation, and as a food-system soul master, it was even harder for him to progress.

But for so many years, Oscar had relied on sheer effort to keep up with the pace of these little ones, so how could he not be proud?

After the joy subsided, everyone offered him their congratulations and blessings.

Then, the formal lesson for the day began:

Eating Oscar's big sausages!

Flender ordered Oscar to recite his spirit incantation and manifest his spirit skill in front of everyone.

At first, he was a little embarrassed, but as he kept chanting, he seemed to lose his mind and let himself go.

Finally, he walked straight up to Ning Rongrong, looked into her eyes, and recited the incantation.

"My precious Rongrong!"

"Daddy has a big sausage!"

"Do you want to eat it?"

Without the part from the original story where she felt wronged, Ning Rongrong didn't indulge this lecherous bastard at all.

Aiming for the same spot, she raised her foot, ready to kick Oscar.

Fortunately, Oscar had learned from his previous experience; he hurriedly clamped his legs together, tightly pinning Ning Rongrong's delicate foot.

The posture of the two of them was... extremely indecent.

"Bastard, let go of me right now."

She was already angry this morning because Xia Ran had stood her up, and now this Oscar was deliberately provoking her.

Furthermore, with her foot still trapped between his legs, Ning Rongrong was truly furious at this moment.

"If you don't let go, I'll make you regret it!"

"Oh, oh, oh! I'm so scared~"

Perhaps the promotion to level 30 had given Oscar confidence, making him feel a bit carried away.

Facing Ning Rongrong's anger, not only did he not back down, but he also added fuel to the fire.

"I won't let go! What can you do to me?"

"This is teaching material; are you not even going to listen to Dean Flender?"

As he spoke, Oscar gave a sleazy glance at Flender standing beside him.

Flender did not express an opinion, which was a tacit approval of his actions.

With Flender backing him up, he was no longer afraid of Ning Rongrong.

At this moment, the others on the side began to dissuade her.

"Rongrong, you're going too far! Oscar hasn't done anything wrong; his spirit incantation is just like that."

"That's right, Rongrong, this isn't your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. When a teacher assigns a teaching task, how can you hurt a fellow student?"

Dai Mubai and Tang San chimed in one after another, their faces full of smugness.

Both of them had been retorted by Ning Rongrong before, and now that they had found an opportunity, they were determined to kick her while she was down.

Facing the successive attacks from the group, Ning Rongrong looked toward Flender, hoping he would uphold justice.

But Flender said calmly and comfortably:

"Ning Rongrong, this is an academy. As a student, you must obey the teacher's orders."

"Moreover, if you continue to be this unreasonable, I advise you to go back to your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Among those present, only the other girls, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu, did not speak.

Because they both knew what Oscar's provocation just now meant!

It was naked humiliation!

Seeing that Flender was on their side, Tang San spoke even more unscrupulously.

"The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect should just go back and lie on her princess bed, and wait for your sect master father to arrange a good husband for you~"

"Brother, stop!"

Xiao Wu wanted to stop Tang San from continuing the attack and grabbed his arm.

In the center of the field, Ning Rongrong's eyes were already red, and large tears were swirling in her sockets.

With one of her feet still being clamped by the person opposite her, a sense of humiliation welled up in her heart, and tears fell involuntarily.

But this scene only made Oscar laugh even more wildly in his eyes.

"The little princess is crying~"

Ma Hongjun also joined in to stir the pot; he had just returned from the brothel yesterday, and now he viewed everything through a colored lens.

"I'm saying, what are you pretending for? If you have princess syndrome, just stay at home and be your little princess."

"Every day you pull a long face, as if you're so high and mighty."

Ning Rongrong really hadn't given him a good look these past few days, mainly because this fatty was not only fat but also spoke in a particularly lecherous way.