Douluo: Neighbor Tang San Comes Over to Use My Wi-Fi

"I've rented a shop in the north of the city and opened a treasure appraisal house. It's very close to the Advanced Martial Soul Academy, and since we'll likely all be attending school there in the future, I decided to set it up there."

"I'll take you all to see it tomorrow afternoon." Nan Xuan introduced his shop to the three of them, planning to have them help out and get some practice in while they were at it.

"Then we'll have to thank you, Brother Xuan." Chen Gao replied with a grin.

"What's this, Chen Gao? Haven't you been to the next class over to see that girl lately?" Yang Tian asked.

"Forget it. I think it's better to focus on cultivation for now. I'll meet someone better in the future; I'm still too young." Chen Gao sighed.

Nan Xuan couldn't help but marvel once again at the maturity level of the people on Douluo Continent.

After finishing their meal, Nan Xuan found Bibi Dong and arranged to meet her in the north of the city the next morning.

Since he couldn't go with Chen Gao and the others, he would just have to stagger the visits.

That night, lying in bed and thinking about his future, he planned to follow the path of his past life's mechanical and electrical engineering background. Since he had a router, why couldn't he build a network world?

Martial Soul City was the holy land for spirit masters, and most of the people who came here to trade were spirit masters—specifically, commoner spirit masters.

Nan Xuan left the dormitory early in the morning. He hadn't waited long at the academy gate before he saw that graceful figure.

"Xiao Xuan, have you been waiting long?" Bibi Dong looked at Nan Xuan and asked with a smile.

"No, I just came out myself. Have you had breakfast? If not, I know a place that makes pretty good wontons. Want to go try them?" Nan Xuan walked up to Bibi Dong and asked with concern.

"Not yet. I came out early, and I have other classes to attend to this afternoon," Bibi Dong pouted, complaining.

"Then let's go." Nan Xuan took Bibi Dong's small hand and walked toward the north of the city.

With her hand held by Nan Xuan, Bibi Dong's face turned crimson, and even her ears felt like they were burning.

However, she didn't pull her hand away. Over the past six months, she had realized that Nan Xuan wasn't someone sent by her teachers; this special boy simply liked being with her. At the thought of this, her face turned even redder.

They didn't walk for long before they arrived.

"Boss, two bowls of wontons, please." Nan Xuan called out to the middle-aged man inside.

"Coming right up! Just a moment, please."

The two found a seat and sat down, but seeing that Nan Xuan still showed no intention of letting go of her hand, she stammered, "Can you let go now? I won't be able to hold my spoon later."

Nan Xuan looked down, realized he was still holding her hand, and quickly let go, saying sheepishly, "Sorry, I was just worried you wouldn't find the way, so..."

"It's fine, I'm not blaming you. Let's eat breakfast; the boss has already brought it over." Bibi Dong didn't want to continue this topic—it was too embarrassing. If there was a chance to change the subject, she was definitely going to take it.

Seeing Bibi Dong's face flushed with color, Nan Xuan was beaming with joy.

This version of Bibi Dong was the complete opposite of the one in the original story.

"Hey, there's a dried shrimp in here. I don't like them, here you go." Bibi Dong picked a shrimp out of her bowl and dropped it into Nan Xuan's.

Watching this "prank," he looked at her and said with a smile, "And what if I don't like them either? What should I do then?"

"Hehe, then I'll definitely tell the boss to swap it for a bowl without shrimp." Bibi Dong giggled as she picked out the shrimp. She had already prepared a countermeasure for Nan Xuan's words.

This guy just wants to take advantage of me. I'm definitely not letting him this time, hmph.

Nan Xuan shook his head and laughed, poking her on the forehead.

He had been single for 26 years in his past life; surely it wasn't too much to ask to date in this world of romance? Even if he was starting from childhood, wasn't he just cultivating his own childhood sweetheart?

Facing Nan Xuan's provocation, Bibi Dong ignored him and continued eating her wontons.

Seeing this, Nan Xuan stopped teasing her and began to eat his own breakfast.

After they finished, they continued toward the north of the city. Before long, they saw a shop sign that read: "Momo Treasure Appraisal House."

"Hmm? Momo? Why not call it Tantan?" Bibi Dong looked at the sign hanging above the door and pondered aloud.

"What's Tantan?" Nan Xuan felt a little panicked at that moment.

"Well, since you're appraising treasures, you could have used 'Tan' for treasure hunting or exploration—'Tan' for treasure, 'Tan' for adventure, 'Tan' for appraisal."

"Naturally, one has to hunt for treasures before appraising them. Of course, I'm just saying." Bibi Dong looked at the strange expression on Nan Xuan's face and wondered if she had said something wrong.

Nan Xuan wiped away cold sweat that hadn't even formed yet.

"The reason it's called Momo is because I want to keep a low profile. I don't want to be famous right now." Nan Xuan made up a random excuse. For a second, he had actually wondered if this Bibi Dong was a transmigrator too.

"Is that really why? Or is it because you just want to be a lazy bum?" Bibi Dong said, looking at him with disbelief.

"How could that be? How could you think of me like that?" Nan Xuan replied, feeling a bit awkward.

"Hmph, I don't know who it was that said last time they would never cultivate in this lifetime." Bibi Dong pouted, complaining speechlessly.

"Cough, cough. Let's go inside and take a look. This will be my home in Martial Soul City from now on. Once I have some money in a while, I'll buy this place." Nan Xuan didn't continue the topic, instead taking Bibi Dong's hand and walking into the shop.

Seeing Nan Xuan get shut down, Bibi Dong felt very happy, not even noticing that her hand was being held by him again.

"Come, let me introduce you to the layout of the shop."

Nan Xuan held Bibi Dong's hand with one hand while pointing out the various areas of the shop with the other.

"The first floor is filled with various ores, antiques, and gemstones—basically things that rich people like to play with. Even though I only appraise treasures here, I still need to have my own inventory, so don't be surprised."

"Then, the second floor is for receiving important clients or discussing business. As for the third floor, that's where we live."

Nan Xuan led Bibi Dong up to the third floor and pushed open the door to a room.

"This is your room. If you want to come over and hang out, you won't have to worry about where to rest. My room is right next door, and as for the rooms around the corner across the hall, those are reserved for Chen Gao and the others." Nan Xuan finished everything he wanted to say in one breath.

"Thank you, Xiao Xuan. I can't believe you even have a room for me." Bibi Dong looked at the room decorated in pink and purple, feeling truly touched. Aside from her teacher, no one had ever been so thoughtful or kind to her.

"Hehe, this is a secret base I saved just for you. You can't tell anyone, okay?" Nan Xuan patted Bibi Dong on the back and said with a smile.

"Of course, this is our secret base. It's very close to the Martial Soul Advanced Soul Master Academy, so I can come over often from now on." Bibi Dong was as happy as a little kitten, unable to hide the smile on her lips.

Bibi Dong sat on the large, pink-themed bed and patted the spot next to her, signaling for Nan Xuan to sit down as well.

Nan Xuan didn't hesitate and plopped down right beside her.

"Xiao Xuan, why are you so good to me? Ever since we first met, you've always treated me well. If I hadn't discovered that you weren't arranged by my teacher, I would have felt fine, at least thinking it was all part of her plan."

"But now, I know you aren't someone my teacher arranged, yet you're still so good to me."

"Did you find out that my teacher is the Pope and want to get close to me to make your future path easier?" Bibi Dong stared into Nan Xuan's eyes, asking with a serious expression.

"Ouch! What are you doing?" Bibi Dong rubbed her forehead and glared fiercely at Nan Xuan.

"Just clearing your head so you stop overthinking things all day." Nan Xuan was speechless. Was it a woman's nature to overthink everything?

"If I were intentionally trying to get close to you, the grass on my grave would already be two meters high by now."

"Besides, so what if your teacher is the Pope? Can he control whether I live or die? It would be better if you became the Pope; with our relationship, I could enjoy some perks too." Nan Xuan pushed her hand away and joked while rubbing her forehead for her.

"Hmph, you only know how to joke. You think being the Pope is easy? My teacher is still alive, you know." Bibi Dong said, pouting.

"In that case, if your teacher were to..." Before Nan Xuan could finish his sentence, Bibi Dong covered his mouth with her hand.

"Don't talk nonsense, or I won't be able to protect you later." Bibi Dong tried to look intimidating, but she just looked cute.

"Mmph, mmph." Nan Xuan signaled for her to let go.

"Hehe, it's better to talk less about things like that. I'm not just trying to scare you this time." Bibi Dong reminded Nan Xuan with a serious face.

"Understood, Class Monitor." Nan Xuan stood up straight and matched her serious expression, answering solemnly.

"Pfft, hahaha."

Bibi Dong felt relaxed and natural around Nan Xuan, and she was very happy, but her time didn't entirely belong to her.

"Xiao Xuan, I have to go back. My teacher is going to check my soul skill application later. I'll come see you next time; the vacation is still long, anyway." Bibi Dong said apologetically.

"Mhm, go ahead. Don't worry, I won't go around talking about your teacher being the Pope." Nan Xuan looked at Bibi Dong with a straight face, a knowing smile hanging on his lips.

"You're so annoying, hmph." Bibi Dong left without looking back.

Six years passed, and the business run by Nan Xuan and his group in Martial Soul City grew better and better. Others might not know what "Momo" was, but everyone knew about the Momo Treasure Appraisal House in the north of the city.

"We're graduating from the Martial Soul Intermediate Soul Master Academy tomorrow. What are your plans?" a short boy asked.

"As for us, we're obviously sticking with Nan Xuan. We've been following his lead for the past few years." Yang Tian adjusted his small brown center-part hairstyle and said with an indifferent shrug.

"That's true. But I plan to go straight to work at Martial Soul Hall. Given my talent, getting into an advanced soul master academy is a bit of a stretch, though you guys have a good chance." The short boy used his stiff face to force an awkward smile.

"Oh, don't think so much about it. If you ever make it big, we'll need to ask you for favors. Anyway, we've got things to do, so we're heading out." Yang Fei patted the boy on the shoulder, gave his younger brother a look, and walked outside.

Ever since they graduated from the primary soul master academy, the intermediate academy no longer assigned classes based on talent, but by the type of martial soul. Therefore, there were geniuses and deadbeats in the same class. Those without talent had no choice but to follow the path of Su Haisheng and the others, becoming white-robed deacons of Martial Soul Hall, which at least offered a stable income.

"Brother, where are we going now?" Yang Tian asked casually as he walked behind Yang Fei.

The eighteen-year-old twins were both over 1.7 meters tall, and with their brown center-part hairstyles, they were quite eye-catching, which gave some people bad ideas.

"To the support department to find Nan Xuan, obviously." Yang Fei looked at his brother and said, feeling a bit speechless. His brother was a bit too simple-minded; if it weren't for him, he would have been scammed countless times. Yet, in some areas, he was quite cunning—like with business. He suspected the guy was intentionally learning to be "low-key" from Nan Xuan.

"Oh, that guy is already level 35. We only hit level 30 yesterday, and Chen Gao is level 32. Everyone is a monster." Yang Tian thought about the soul power growth over the last few years and felt that everyone around him was a monster—no one was simple, especially the class monitor, who was already level 39.

"Heh, if Nan Xuan didn't pay us such high wages and if we didn't have these Gold Soul Coins to support our cultivation, do you think our talent could keep up with them?"

"Besides, Nan Xuan doesn't even cultivate seriously. He's either appraising treasures, dating, or researching soul skills. We're pretty lucky to be hanging out with him." Yang Fei was very clear about the help he received from Nan Xuan. He knew his own talent, so he was very grateful to him.