My Sign-in Life in Douluo

Sword Douluo lost an arm when Spirit Hall launched a sneak attack on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Jiang Siming considered himself half a disciple of Sword Douluo and did not want to see him repeat the same mistake. At the time, Spirit Hall had dispatched experts who were exactly one tier above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If not for Tang San's hidden weapons, the entire sect would likely have been wiped out.

Jiang Siming did not believe there was no mole, and that could only be Qian Renxue.

Three days later, Jiang Siming left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

"Uncle Ning, seniors. I have troubled you enough, so I shall take my leave now," Jiang Siming said, bowing in gratitude.

"You are too polite, Siming. I don't mind at all; the gates of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will always be open to you," Ning Fengzhi said with a chuckle. He actually hoped that Jiang Siming might become his son-in-law.

"Then thank you, Uncle Ning. Regarding the matters of the bullets, I will definitely give you an answer within half a year at the latest."

"Good. Then I shall await the good news."

Jiang Siming did not beat around the bush and headed straight for Tiantou City.

"It's truly bustling. Compared to this, the imperial cities in historical dramas are absolutely pathetic," Jiang Siming couldn't help but remark.

"Giddyap! Giddyap! Move aside!" A shout caught Jiang Siming's attention.

Several youths dressed in luxurious clothing and riding fine horses were galloping recklessly through the busy downtown area in broad daylight.

"Arrogant brats! Could it be that the urban tropes are finally happening to me? Pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, slapping faces, and reaching the pinnacle of life! Sugoi!" Jiang Siming couldn't help but think.

However, it was clear that Jiang Siming had overthought it. The group didn't even glance at him.

"Sigh, I'm a man with a system, after all. Is there really no one who can sense the overwhelming aura of a protagonist radiating from me?" Jiang Siming narcissistically brushed back his hair.

After much inquiring, Jiang Siming finally arrived at Lanba Academy, only to discover that the Shrek group had not come there at all.

"What's going on? Are they still at the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy? I'd better go and check." Jiang Siming hurriedly rushed to the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy outside the city.

One had to admit that the location chosen for the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy was truly top-tier.

"Please announce me. Tell Teacher Qin Ming that Jiang Siming from Shrek is here to see him," Jiang Siming said to the guard.

The guard glanced at Jiang Siming but didn't say anything. Who would dare to cause trouble at the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy? He did his job, not wanting to lose such a hard-earned, good position.

Before long, the guard returned, leading a middle-aged man who could be considered quite handsome.

"You are Jiang Siming?" Qin Ming asked.

"You must be Teacher Qin Ming? Greetings, Senior Qin," Jiang Siming said, trying to build rapport.

"Hahahaha, greetings, Junior. I will take you to see Dean Flender and the others right now," Qin Ming said with a slight smile.

Jiang Siming thought to himself, It hasn't started yet? That's good. I've been wanting to meet this future Emperor Xue Beng.

Qin Ming led Jiang Siming to an office. He signaled for Jiang Siming to remain silent, then gently pushed the door open to let him in.

As soon as Jiang Siming entered, he felt a wave of pressure, though it wasn't directed at everyone. Everyone's eyes were focused on Tang San in the front. They didn't pay much attention to Jiang Siming's arrival; after all, in the dignified Heaven Dou Imperial Academy, they weren't afraid of any trouble.

Meng Shenji and the others must be testing Tang San, right? Should I act cool or not? That is indeed the question, Jiang Siming mused to himself.

As Meng Shenji's pressure slowly increased, Tang San's Eight Spider Lances were released involuntarily.

Just as Tang San was about to thank Meng Shenji for helping him fuse with the Eight Spider Lances, he noticed Jiang Siming already standing at the door. He shouted in surprise, "Brother Siming!"

Hearing this, everyone turned their heads.

Zhu Zhuqing let out an excited shriek, "Ah!" and then lunged into Jiang Siming's arms.

Jiang Siming opened his arms, letting Zhu Zhuqing bury herself into his chest.

For a moment, all the Shrek members looked at Jiang Siming with pleasant surprise. The four Spirit Douluo on the side, however, looked at this scene in utter confusion.

Grandmaster noticed the awkwardness of the four Spirit Douluo, suppressed his own joy, and coughed, "Quiet."

Hearing this, everyone quieted down. Only Zhu Zhuqing remained hanging on Jiang Siming, looking blissful.

Everyone looked at Jiang Siming with strange expressions, their eyes carrying a peculiar meaning.

Jiang Siming supported Zhu Zhuqing's buttocks with both hands, smiling awkwardly.

"And this is?" Meng Shenji asked with some curiosity.

"Instructor Meng, this is the last student of our Shrek Academy. He is also our most outstanding student," Flender couldn't help but puff out his chest and say proudly.

"Oh?" All four Spirit Douluo felt surprised and incredulous. After all, Tang San already seemed heaven-defying to them, but just by looking at the expressions on Flender and the others' faces, they knew Jiang Siming must be an even more heaven-defying existence, which made them feel a bit embarrassed.

The dignified Heaven Dou Imperial Academy had produced fewer geniuses than an obscure academy. At the same time, they became even more eager for Shrek Academy to join.

Meng Shenji couldn't help but release his pressure, targeting Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming frowned; Zhu Zhuqing was still on him. He immediately released a thin film of soul power, blocking Meng Shenji's pressure entirely.

Meng Shenji frowned and continued to increase the pressure. Jiang Siming remained completely unmoved.

Are you kidding? Jiang Siming's current strength was such that an average level 70 Spirit Saint might not even be able to beat him. A mere Spirit Douluo's pressure was just a piece of cake.

Zhu Zhuqing felt herself enveloped by a gentle force, and a blush crept onto her cheeks.

She adjusted to a more comfortable position, rubbing her soft body against Jiang Siming. Jiang Siming felt his blood begin to surge.

The Shrek Seven Devils were also holding back their laughter. Ma Hongjun was a veteran of many battles and naturally knew the difficulty Jiang Siming was facing, so he laughed the hardest; if the occasion hadn't been so formal, he would have been rolling on the floor.