Just Left the Novice Village, Met a Top-Tier Succubus

"What I said is exactly what he wants to say." Xie Xie stepped forward, standing firmly in front of Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin stared blankly at the straight back of the youth before him, momentarily lost in thought.

"Xie Xie! Don't you go adding to the chaos here!"

Long Hengxu felt his blood pressure spike instantly.

Xie Xie crossed his arms over his chest, lifted his chin slightly, and spoke in a tone that was nonchalant yet carried absolute confidence.

"And what of it? My father is Xie Feng."

Counting today, he had been transmigrated into this world for a week, and the memories belonging to this body in his mind had long since been fully digested.

Compared to the mere few lines mentioned in the original work, Xie Xie could feel that his family was far more powerful than the original text suggested.

One could only say that his old man was not even forty yet—he was in his prime!

Although their Xie family had been passed down for less than a thousand years and was always a single-line inheritance, every single family head had been a person of great ability.

The most impressive had reached the level of a Level 96 Agility Type Titled Douluo, while the least capable had still firmly held the position of a Spirit Emperor-level Mecha Pilot and One-Word Battle Armor Master.

Take his old man, Xie Feng, for example.

He was currently a seven-ring Spirit Saint with a spirit ring configuration of four purples and three blacks, a Mecha Pilot, and a Two-Word Battle Armor Master.

Their family even held a monopoly on the core mecha-related industries in Eastsea City.

The core mecha operations of the Eastsea Soul Technology Park were all Xie family assets; the Xie family was the leading family in the Eastsea City mecha business circle, possessing absolute authority in local mecha manufacturing, sales, and training.

The Xie Family Main Residence alone was comparable in scale to the entire Eastsea Academy.

Although they ostensibly held no sway in the military or political systems, one only needed to think carefully:

The Federation needed funding and an army to support its policies, and the army needed mecha and soul tools to fight.

As for the meager funds allocated by the Federation, they wouldn't even cover poverty relief.

So, where did these funds and core armaments actually come from? It's really not hard to guess, is it?

What? You say you want to seize them by force?

Do you really think the Xie family's soul tool manufacturing strength is just for show? So what if a Two-Word Battle Armor Master can fight an entire city alone?

If the Xie family were pushed to the brink, having their mass-produced mecha collectively self-destruct would be a trivial matter.

Even without resorting to self-destruction, were their soul cannons, soul missiles, and soul-guided laser weapons just for show? When hundreds of Level 4, Level 5, or even Level 6 soul cannons are pointed at your forehead, let's see if you can still manage a smile.

Long Hengxu was so infuriated by Xie Xie's fearless demeanor that he trembled all over, pointing a finger at him, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

"Xie Xie! You... you are simply unreasonable!"

"Fine, then let me put it another way." Xie Xie spread his hands again, a cunning smile in his eyes.

"My teacher is Wu Zhangkong."

Long Hengxu: "..."

The Dean of Academic Affairs nearly stopped breathing right then and there.

Is this really a freshman? This is clearly a living nightmare carved from the same mold as Wu Zhangkong!

At this moment, Wu Zhangkong, who had just arrived outside the Academic Affairs Office, paused. She had heard that sentence from Xie Xie clearly, and the corners of her mouth actually lifted slightly, quite involuntarily.

The next moment, she pushed the door open and walked in.

"Well said!"

The slight curve on Wu Zhangkong's face vanished instantly as she walked in, radiating a bone-chilling coldness.

"I don't see that my student has done anything wrong."

"Wu Zhangkong! You didn't knock before entering!" Long Hengxu had only just caught his breath, but in the blink of an eye, he realized that Wu Zhangkong, this living nightmare, had arrived too, and his head began to throb with a splitting headache.

Knock, knock—

"Oh." Wu Zhangkong tapped the door twice, dismissively.

Long Hengxu's mouth twitched violently; he knew in his heart that nothing good ever came of Wu Zhangkong's visits.

"Are these the ones?" Wu Zhangkong's cold gaze swept over the students from Grade Five Class One, led by Mu Xi. "Bullying the younger ones, are we? Quite capable, aren't you?"

The group buried their heads even lower, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"I won't stoop to bullying the younger ones, but if you dare to bully my students again, I will beat your class teacher—"

"That is entirely unnecessary!!"

A middle-aged man in a teacher's uniform came sliding into the room on his knees, scrambling in a panic.

"Teacher Wu, please calm down! Teacher Wu, please calm down! It is my failure to teach them properly; it is my fault!"

While wiping away cold sweat, he glared fiercely at Mu Xi and the others behind him: "Hurry up and apologize to the junior students!"

Mu Xi and the others trembled in fear, no longer daring to show even a shred of defiance, and hurriedly lowered their heads to apologize repeatedly.

Xie Xie leaned to the side, arms crossed, looking as smug as a cat.

I told you, my teacher is Wu Zhangkong—are you all deaf?

Long Hengxu watched from the side, the corner of his eye twitching uncontrollably.

"Don't let it happen again."

Wu Zhangkong cast a cold glance at the middle-aged teacher, reached out to ruffle Xie Xie's hair, and grabbed Tang Wulin with her other hand, leading the two of them straight out of the Academic Affairs Office.

Long Hengxu watched them leave, yet he still lacked the courage to step forward and stop them.

"As for you lot, each of you is getting a formal warning!"

"And you! You can't even manage your own students! Your salary for this month is docked!"

A furious Long Hengxu vented his temper directly onto the middle-aged teacher and the fifth-year students who had started the trouble.

Once outside the Academic Affairs Office, Wu Zhangkong let go of Tang Wulin's hand, though her right palm remained pressed against Xie Xie's head, ruffling his hair with a measured touch.

"Ouch, Teacher Wu, take it easy. Don't mess up my hair."

Xie Xie hurriedly raised his hands to protect his head, grabbing Wu Zhangkong's hand and shaking it as if acting spoiled.

Wu Zhangkong withdrew her hand, her cold eyes holding a hint of faint helplessness, her voice still icy but softened slightly: "Using my name to throw your weight around in the Academic Affairs Office—are you quite proud of yourself?"

Xie Xie chuckled and scratched his head.

However, he felt not a shred of embarrassment at being called out; instead, he was perfectly righteous: "Who told them to bully people? Since I have a teacher to back me up, it would be a waste not to use it."

Wu Zhangkong looked at Xie Xie's grinning face, her thin lips pressing together.

After a few seconds of silence, she ultimately said nothing more, merely casting him a faint glance as the chill radiating from her dissipated significantly.

"Don't let it happen again."

"Got it!" Xie Xie stood at attention and gave a salute.

Tang Wulin, standing to the side, also stepped forward and said, "Teacher Wu, thank you."

Wu Zhangkong looked straight ahead. "You didn't do anything wrong, so there is nothing to thank me for. I simply dislike it when others interfere with my class time."

"Xie Xie!" Tang Wulin grabbed Xie Xie. "Thank you, too."

Xie Xie gave Tang Wulin a light punch on the chest. "Look, I'm a model student. I have to firmly say no to school bullying!"

Tang Wulin looked into his bright eyes, his heart trembling slightly.

A warmth he had never felt before slowly spread, as if something had quietly taken root in the depths of his heart.

He instinctively tightened his grip on Xie Xie's wrist.

"From now on," Tang Wulin's Adam's apple bobbed, his ears turning red, but his gaze was exceptionally earnest and firm:

"We are good friends!"

Xie Xie looked at Tang Wulin's clean, sincere smile, stunned for a moment before suddenly clutching his chest with an exaggerated expression of heartbreak: "So that's how it is. Does that mean we weren't good friends before?"

"Eh?" Tang Wulin froze.

Xie Xie feigned disappointment, slumping his shoulders as he walked forward, his tone mournful: "It's fine, I've misjudged the situation..."

Tang Wulin hurriedly chased after him, flustered and at a loss, his voice tight: "I—I didn't mean it like that... I just..."

"I'm teasing you~"

Xie Xie suddenly straightened up, snapped his fingers in front of Tang Wulin, and turned to bolt away.

"Xie! Xie!"

Tang Wulin was both annoyed and amused.

Watching Xie Xie's retreating figure, Tang Wulin had no choice but to quicken his pace to catch up, muttering under his breath: "...always picking on me."