My Sign-in Life in Douluo Dalu

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Jiang Siming, took a step closer, and said, "Have we met somewhere before?"

The group caught the scent of gossip, and their gazes "whooshed" toward Jiang Siming. Ning Rongrong watched the cold look in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes soften slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled upward unconsciously.

Jiang Siming wore a bitter smile. "Zhuqing, don't scare me. When would I have met you? Don't let Mubai misunderstand."

The group widened their eyes again, turning their gazes toward Dai Mubai.

"Damn, Fatty, this is too explosive. Hold me up, is this a love triangle?" Oscar looked at Ma Hongjun lecherously and said.

Ma Hongjun was just about to reply when Jiang Siming's sharp gaze frightened him into silence.

"I say, Little Ao, I'll give you extra training tonight. How can a support-type soul master lack the ability to take a beating?" Jiang Siming clenched his fists, making them crackle. The sound scared Oscar into shutting his mouth immediately.

Just as Zhu Zhuqing was about to speak, Dai Mubai cut in, "Siming, don't drag me into this! What does this have to do with me? Although we've known each other since we were kids, it seems to have nothing to do with me, right?"

Jiang Siming stared at Dai Mubai with wide eyes. "Nothing to do with you? Damn, aren't you her fiancé? How could it have nothing to do with you?"

The group let out another chorus of "Oh~"

"Zhuqing, think carefully, when have we met?" Jiang Siming asked cautiously.

The group watched the rapidly developing plot with bewildered expressions.

"Siming, you aren't guessing this just because you saw our martial souls, are you? Yes, I admit that the elders in the family decided it that way before, but once Zhuqing passed the assessment, she had a chance to choose. She chose to give up participating in the competition, and at the same time, she gave up some other things. In short, she gained her freedom," Dai Mubai said.

Among the group, only Jiang Siming understood what competition Dai Mubai was talking about. The others were completely confused.

Dai Mubai sighed and continued to himself, "Actually, I envy Zhuqing. At least she is ruthless enough toward herself. You have to know that the assessment was a death trap, yet she miraculously survived. I don't have that kind of courage."

Jiang Siming was still in a state of confusion. Even if he had caused a butterfly effect, he truly couldn't remember where he had met Zhu Zhuqing. How could she be so certain?

Zhu Zhuqing took a light breath, her high chest heaving, showing that her heart was not at peace. Being indecisive was not her personality. She said, "Since you won't admit it, I won't force you," then turned and walked away, leaving behind a beautiful and aloof silhouette.

Jiang Siming looked at the departing beauty, a string of curses running through his mind.

The rest of the group trotted over to Jiang Siming, asking about the situation one after another.

"Brother Siming, awesome. To have such a cold goddess chasing after you. From now on, you are my idol. Teach your brother a few tricks when you have time; after all, I'm still single!" Ma Hongjun patted his chest and said with a lecherous smile.

"Yeah! Siming, you have to be loyal as a brother!" Oscar also chimed in.

"Are you bored? Are you really that bored? Come, come, let's have another fight." Jiang Siming was so angry he was baring his teeth.

On the training ground, wails rang out once again. It only subsided after a long while. In the end, it was the girls who carried Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and Dai Mubai back to the dormitory. Only Tang San was left, able to limp back on his own.

"Brother Siming, I didn't say anything, why did you hit me so hard?" Tang San said, feeling aggrieved.

"Although you didn't say it, your eyes told me that you are just like them. You don't believe me and you're just adding to the chaos," Jiang Siming said, shaking his finger.

"But, Brother Siming, have you really never done anything for Zhuqing? Actually, I noticed a long time ago, ever since you gave her that pill, that her gaze toward you has been unusual. At first, I thought it was out of gratitude, but now it seems that's not the case," Tang San analyzed.

"Brother Siming, is this pill something you obtained by accident, or did you concoct it yourself?" Tang San asked cautiously; prying into others' secrets was inherently impolite. In truth, Tang San didn't believe in the so-called "accidental discovery" of such a miraculous pill. Looking at the entire continent, it was unreasonable for such a magical pill to have no trace of its existence and remain completely unknown. Tang San had been curious before and had specifically flipped through ancient books, but there was no record of such a pill. Tang San even sometimes wondered if Jiang Siming was also a transmigrator. If Jiang Siming could hear Tang San's inner thoughts, he would probably praise him; most people wouldn't dare to think like that.

"She couldn't have known about the Body Strengthening Pill before; I have never given it to outsiders from start to finish," Jiang Siming didn't answer Tang San's question directly.

"Alright, Little San, don't overthink it. I think this whole thing is just a misunderstanding," Jiang Siming patted Tang San on the shoulder and then walked away.

"Also, do you always feel that your Blue Silver Grass martial soul is a trash martial soul? There is one more thing I noticed today, but I didn't say it in front of everyone. Actually, from the very beginning today, you didn't have the slightest confidence that you could beat me." Jiang Siming looked straight at Tang San and said.

Tang San didn't speak. In fact, during the five years he was separated from Jiang Siming, Tang San had always believed that there were no trash martial souls, only trash people. But when he saw Jiang Siming again, he found that the other had far surpassed him. Tang San began to waver. If it weren't for Grandmaster's words constantly reminding him, he probably would have been unable to resist adding a soul ring to his second martial soul.

Tang San had always been cautious; even if there was only a ten percent chance, he would strive for at least fifty percent. But during today's battle, Tang San, who should have been the core of the team, didn't play any role at all.

Jiang Siming was actually speechless inside; he had been too overbearing. Now he had made the original protagonist feel a bit discouraged, which could easily affect the upcoming plot.

Jiang Siming had become Grandmaster's disciple with the intention of following the protagonist and having everything the world had to offer. But he hadn't expected that getting close to Tang San would make him slowly develop a reliance on him. So who would push the plot forward? In fact, with the Zhu Zhuqing incident today, Jiang Siming realized that his appearance had already changed many things unknowingly. Jiang Siming actually felt a tiny bit of guilt toward Tang San; after all, he was supposed to become a god, so what would happen to him now?

"Little San, as the leader of the team, when you aren't confident, where should the other members go? Do you know that your second martial soul is the number one tool martial soul in the world, the Haotian Hammer? Actually, your father came to see me; he asked me to take good care of you. Do you know what kind of person your father is?"

Tang San didn't know yet that his father was the Haotian Douluo, so a look of shock appeared on his face.

"Where is my father?" Tang San's eyes turned slightly red as he asked loudly.

"Little San, I can only tell you that your father is the Haotian Douluo. Do you think a dignified Haotian Douluo, the youngest Title Douluo on the continent, could be with someone with an ordinary Blue Silver Grass martial soul? As for other things about your father, wait until you are strong enough to talk about it!"

After saying this, Jiang Siming patted Tang San on the shoulder and walked away, leaving behind an incredulous Tang San, who remained in place, thinking for a long time.

Chapter 21: Setting off for Star Dou, Jiang Siming forcibly flirts

Early the next morning.

"Little monsters, have you packed your things?" Flender kept urging them.

"Dean, we're ready, we're ready." Ning Rongrong giggled.

The others followed one after another.

Jiang Siming stood to the side, arms crossed, watching the fully armed group at a leisurely pace.

"Brother Siming, what did you bring?" Ma Hongjun couldn't help but ask.

"Bring enough food and water for a week, that's enough. Let me tell you, things like the defensive helmets, armor, and defensive underwear you're wearing will, at most, ensure you leave behind a complete corpse," Jiang Siming threatened Ma Hongjun.

After hearing this, the group looked at each other's fully armed gear. Flender spoke up at this moment, "Siming is right. As the largest gathering place for soul beasts on the entire continent, if something were to go wrong in the Star Dou Great Forest? Hmph, I suspect only Old Zhao and Siming would be able to come back. At most, maybe Little San. The defensive equipment you're wearing is just to fool inexperienced soul masters like you."

Of course, this couldn't be blamed entirely on the Shrek Seven Devils. The Heaven Dou Empire had its own captive soul beast forests, and soul masters didn't need high-age soul rings in the early stages, so they were all hunted in these captive forests. Going to the Star Dou Great Forest for the first time, a place full of danger, it was inevitable to be a little nervous.

"This time, Mubai, Little San, Oscar, and Xiao Wu, you all did very well. At your current age and strength, you can already set records that are hard to surpass in the academy's history." Flender looked at the group, his eyes revealing a pride that was hard to hide; after all, these little monsters were trained by him personally.