Psychopath

It was late spring, and by the time they emerged from the massive Soul Guidance Department building, the night sky was already studded with stars.

A gentle breeze drifted past, carrying the faint, lingering chill characteristic of a late spring night.

The Soul Guidance Lamp along the roadside cast a soft glow, stretching the shadows of Huo Yuhao and his three companions long across the ground.

Ning Tian tilted her head to look at Huo Yuhao walking beside her, noticing that his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were preoccupied with some hidden concern.

Ning Tian reached out to gently tuck a few strands of golden hair that had fallen against her temple, her tone laced with a hint of teasing as she deliberately lowered her voice: "Yuhao, I've managed to uncover a little secret of yours."

Back in the Testing Area, Ning Tian had found it incredibly strange when Huo Yuhao agreed to become a disciple of Xian Lin'er.

Was he not already a disciple of that mysterious Spirit Ice master?

Could that master really be so magnanimous as to allow his own student to apprentice under another soul master?

However, Ning Tian knew in her heart that whether that Spirit Ice master even existed was now irrelevant.

Huo Yuhao had already become Xian Lin'er's disciple, and his future was bound to be limitless.

Ning Tian was only teasing him now; besides, in her heart, she had already decided that Huo Yuhao was her most suitable partner, and she would be happy even if she had to pursue him herself.

But before that, there was one thing she needed to confirm.

"So, my dear vice monitor," Ning Tian asked with a tone of playful interrogation, "why were you so focused on that Wang Dong back at the training grounds?"

Huo Yuhao was taken aback by the question; he had, in fact, been pondering that very matter himself.

He wondered if Wang Dong'er had already moved into his dormitory by now.

At this stage, making contact with Wang Dong'er was still an extremely dangerous affair.

Especially if they were to accidentally trigger that inexplicable "Haodong Power" between them, he feared he would truly be locked onto by Tang San, who was far away in the God Realm.

In his past life, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill he shared with Wang Dong'er had been absurdly powerful.

Thinking about it now, it was clear that Tang San from the God Realm must have been meddling behind the scenes.

"Ning Tian, what is Wang Dong's martial soul?"

Huo Yuhao didn't answer directly; instead, he looked at Ning Tian, who wore a mix of nervousness and curiosity, and asked with a smile.

"Martial soul?" Ning Tian paused, then recalled the scene she had witnessed during the afternoon's physical training.

The massive blue butterfly wings that had unfurled behind Wang Dong were dazzling and magnificent, the edges seemingly inlaid with a brilliant halo. Their breathtaking beauty had drawn gasps from everyone present.

Even the proud Ning Tian had to admit that those wings were indeed excessively beautiful.

"Her martial soul is called the Radiant Goddess Butterfly. Sometimes, the answer lies within the riddle itself."

Ning Tian frowned, pondering Huo Yuhao's cryptic remark. "Radiant... Goddess... Butterfly?"

She chewed over the words repeatedly, and suddenly, something clicked, causing the corner of her mouth to twitch.

Immediately after, as if realizing a more serious problem, she blurted out in alarm: "Wait, Yuhao! You aren't actually going to stay in the same dormitory with 'him,' are you?"

Xiao Xiao, who was following behind Huo Yuhao and Ning Tian, looked up in confusion at the sound of Ning Tian's exclamation.

She had been lost in a chaotic train of thought ever since Huo Yuhao had given her the Soul Tool earlier, completely oblivious to the conversation between the two in front of her.

As for Wu Feng, she curled her lip and muttered to herself.

They were speaking in riddles, acting all mysterious.

She would never admit that she hadn't understood a single word of the cryptic exchange between the young mistress and that Huo Yuhao.

"What are you thinking? I'll just report her to the dormitory warden later. As for tonight, I'll find somewhere else to crash."

"Yuhao, that Wang Dong is cross-dressing as a man—could she be a psychopath?" Ning Tian asked, looking somewhat nervous.

After all, for a girl to disguise herself as a boy and move into a male Freshman Dormitory was truly difficult to comprehend.

Well, perhaps it isn't her who is a psychopath, but her father.

"What, monitor? You said that Wang Dong is a girl disguised as a boy?"

Xiao Xiao, who had been somewhat absent-minded, finally caught the gist of the conversation and couldn't help but exclaim.

Her small face fell, and she let out a silent wail: It's over, it's over! Such a handsome "boy" is actually a fake! Doesn't this mean the already scarce supply of handsome guys in Class Nine has just dwindled even further?

She then felt a secret sense of relief that she hadn't tried to curry favor with Wang Dong earlier; otherwise, knowing the truth now, she would have wanted to die of embarrassment.

The four of them chatted idly, rambling about this and that, and after having dinner together outside Shrek Academy, they finally parted ways on the first floor of the Freshman Dormitory.

Huo Yuhao waved a gentle goodbye to Ning Tian and the others as they headed to the upper floors, then turned and walked into his own dormitory hallway.

Pushing open the door, he saw at a glance that the other bed, which had been empty, was now covered with brand-new bedding.

Wang Dong'er, with her pale pink-blue short hair, was lounging lazily on the bed, flipping through a book.

Hearing Huo Yuhao's movement, Wang Dong'er's beautiful peach-blossom eyes held a hint of mockery, and her tone was drawn out: "Yo, our busy vice monitor has finally returned? Was it fun hanging out with those three?"

Huo Yuhao paused in his tracks; he seemed to smell a strange, sour scent permeating the air.

He couldn't blame Wang Dong'er for her sarcastic tone.

After all, those three were arguably the peak of beauty among the girls in Class Nine, and yet, as soon as training ended that afternoon, they had all followed Huo Yuhao away.

This left the "young man," who had always been extremely confident in her own appearance, feeling quite indignant.

What depressed her even more was that after class in the afternoon, she had been caught red-handed by Mu Jin, who used both soft and hard tactics to force her to move into the dormitory.

She truly didn't know why Mu Jin was so focused on her; the woman had even personally helped her tidy up the dorm that afternoon, rambling on and on about how safe it was to live inside Shrek Academy—she was even more long-winded than her Great Uncle and Second Uncle combined.

Seeing that Huo Yuhao was ignoring her and appeared to be getting ready to take off his clothes, Wang Dong'er hurriedly said, "Vice monitor, you are forbidden from being naked in the dormitory."

"What's the big deal? We're both guys, what's wrong with taking a look?" Huo Yuhao didn't stop his movements, merely raising an eyebrow as he replied casually.

"Besides, our male dormitory isn't like the female dormitory where every room has an en-suite bathroom. Aren't you going to have to go to the bathroom at the end of the hallway to shower sooner or later?"

"No way, I feel like vomiting whenever I see someone else naked."

Wang Dong'er watched as Huo Yuhao took off his school uniform jacket, revealing the tight black base layer underneath.

She hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands, yet she couldn't help but peek out through the gaps between her fingers.

Watching the fabric cling to his body, faintly outlining the smooth muscular lines of the young man, her cheeks involuntarily flushed with a rosy hue.

"Wait!" Wang Dong'er suddenly realized the key information in Huo Yuhao's previous words. Setting aside her shyness, her voice shot up, and she exclaimed with wide eyes, "Vice monitor, what did you just say? The female dormitory has en-suite bathrooms?"