Psychological Deviant

It was late spring. By the time they walked out of the massive Soul Guidance Department building, the night sky was already studded with stars.

A gentle breeze drifted past, carrying the faint chill unique to late spring nights.

The Soul Guidance Lamps lining both sides of the road cast soft halos of light, stretching the shadows of Huo Yuhao and the other four long across the ground.

Ning Tian tilted her head toward Huo Yuhao beside her and noticed that he seemed to be frowning slightly, as though something was weighing on his mind.

Ning Tian raised a hand and lightly brushed aside a few strands of golden hair hanging by her ear. With a teasing note in her voice, she deliberately lowered it. "Yuhao, I've got one of your little secrets now."

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

Wasn't he the disciple of that mysterious Grandmaster Spirit Ice?

Could that Grandmaster really be generous enough to let his disciple take another Soul Engineer as a teacher?

However, Ning Tian knew perfectly well that whether Grandmaster Spirit Ice truly existed no longer mattered.

Huo Yuhao had already become Xian Lin'er's disciple. His future was boundless.

Ning Tian was only teasing him now. Besides, she had already decided that Huo Yuhao was the most suitable partner for her. Even if she had to pursue him herself, she would be willing.

But before that, there was something she needed to confirm.

"So, my dear vice class monitor," Ning Tian asked in a slightly coquettish, questioning tone, "why were you paying so much attention to that Wang Dong during training earlier?"

Huo Yuhao was taken aback. He had indeed been thinking about that very matter.

He wondered whether Wang Dong'er had already moved into his dorm room.

At this stage, getting close to Wang Dong'er was still an extremely dangerous matter.

Especially if they accidentally triggered that inexplicable Haodong Power between them, Tang San in the distant God Realm would likely lock onto him completely.

In his previous life, his Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Wang Dong'er had been absurdly powerful.

Now that he thought about it, Tang San of the God Realm must have been meddling behind the scenes.

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

Rather than answering directly, Huo Yuhao looked at Ning Tian, whose face held both tension and curiosity, and smiled as he asked the question back.

"Martial soul?" Ning Tian froze for a moment, then recalled what she had seen during the afternoon's physical training.

The enormous blue butterfly wings Wang Dong had unfurled behind her back had been dazzlingly gorgeous. A brilliant halo seemed to edge the wings, and their astonishing beauty had drawn gasps from almost everyone present.

Even proud Ning Tian had to admit that those wings were simply too beautiful.

"Her martial soul is called the Light Goddess Butterfly. Sometimes, the answer is right there in the riddle itself."

Ning Tian frowned as she pondered Huo Yuhao's cryptic words. "Light... Goddess... Butterfly?"

She repeated those words over and over, then suddenly seemed to realize something. The corner of her mouth twitched.

Then, as if she had realized an even more serious issue, she blurted out in alarm, "Wait, Yuhao! You're not really going to live in the same dormitory as 'him,' are you?"

Xiao Xiao, who had been following behind Huo Yuhao and Ning Tian, blankly raised her head when she heard Ning Tian's cry.

Since earlier, she had been immersed in the chaotic thoughts stirred up by Huo Yuhao's intimate gesture when he gave her the Soul Tool. She had not paid any attention at all to the conversation between the two people ahead.

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

Why couldn't they just speak plainly? Acting all mysterious.

She would never admit that she had not understood a single thing about the riddle her young mistress and Huo Yuhao had been exchanging.

"What are you thinking? I'll report her to the dorm supervisor later. As for tonight, I'll find somewhere else to get through the night."

"Yuhao, Wang Dong is disguising herself as a boy... Could she be some kind of psychological deviant?" Ning Tian asked nervously.

After all, for a girl to pretend to be a boy and then move into a boys' dormitory was truly difficult to understand.

Uh, maybe the psychological deviant wasn't her, but her father.

"What, Class Monitor? You said Wang Dong is a girl pretending to be a boy?"

The absentminded Xiao Xiao finally understood what they were talking about and could not help crying out.

Her little face immediately fell, and she wailed inwardly. It's over, it's over! Such a handsome "boy" was actually fake! Class Nine barely had any handsome guys to begin with, and now there's one less!

Then she secretly felt fortunate that she had not gone to flirt with Wang Dong before. Otherwise, after learning the truth now, she might really have wanted to smash her head into a wall.

The four of them chatted idly as they walked. After having dinner together outside Shrek Academy, they finally went their separate ways on the first floor of the Freshman Dormitory.

Huo Yuhao smiled warmly and waved goodbye to Ning Tian and the others as they continued up to the higher floors, then turned and entered his own dormitory level.

When he pushed open the dorm room door, he immediately saw that the previously empty bed had been made with brand-new bedding.

Wang Dong'er, with her pale pinkish-blue short hair, was reclining lazily against the bed and reading a book.

Hearing Huo Yuhao enter, Wang Dong'er's beautiful peach-blossom eyes gleamed with amusement, and she deliberately drawled, "Oh? Our busy vice class monitor is finally back? Did you have fun hanging around with those three?"

Huo Yuhao's steps paused. He seemed to smell a strange sourness spreading through the air.

It was no wonder Wang Dong'er was acting so sarcastic.

Those three were practically the prettiest girls in Class Nine. Yet as soon as afternoon training ended, they had all followed Huo Yuhao away.

That left this "boy," who had always been extremely confident in her own looks, thoroughly annoyed.

What depressed her even more was that after class that afternoon, Mu Jin had caught her red-handed and used both persuasion and pressure to force her to move into the dormitory.

She had no idea why Mu Jin was so concerned about her. That afternoon, Mu Jin had even personally helped her arrange the room, repeatedly nagging about how safe it was to live inside Shrek Academy. She was more long-winded than Wang Dong'er's two fathers combined.

When Huo Yuhao ignored her, and she saw that he seemed to be about to take off his clothes, Wang Dong'er hurriedly said, "Vice class monitor, I forbid you from being naked in the dormitory."

"What's the big deal? We're both boys. What harm is there in taking a look?" Huo Yuhao continued what he was doing, merely raising an eyebrow as he answered casually.

"Besides, our boys' dormitory isn't like the girls' dormitory, where every room has its own bathroom. Sooner or later, won't you have to go to the bathroom at the end of the hall to shower?"

"No. Seeing someone naked makes me want to throw up."

Wang Dong'er watched as Huo Yuhao had already taken off his school uniform jacket, revealing the tight black undershirt beneath.

She hurriedly covered her eyes with one hand, yet could not help peeking through the gaps between her fingers.

The fabric clung closely to his body, faintly outlining the boy's smooth, toned muscles. Her cheeks involuntarily flushed red.

"Wait!" Wang Dong'er suddenly caught the key piece of information in Huo Yuhao's words. She forgot even her embarrassment as her voice abruptly rose, her eyes widening in shock.

"Vice class monitor, what did you just say? The girls' dormitory has private bathrooms?"