Ning Rongrong: "Against A?! You're the one who's against A! Stinky Qin Feng!"

"How could I possibly like someone like Dai Mubai!"

Zhu Zhuqing's voice sounded exceptionally cold in the empty room.

She, Zhu Zhuqing, was born with a proud nature; she only admired the strong, and only respected those who dared to face difficulties and forge ahead.

And Dai Mubai?

As a prince of the Star Luo Empire, faced with competition from his elder brother, he chose to escape rather than strive to cultivate and fight back.

He abandoned his fiancée, fled alone to the Heaven Dou Empire, and hid in this so-called Shrek Academy, living a life of drunken stupor.

He kept women on both arms, clutching twin sisters to his chest, looking like a man hollowed out by excessive indulgence.

He didn't cultivate at all, nor did he show any ambition.

Aside from a skin that could be considered passable and his Soul Power Level, what else did he have?

"A man can be lustful, but Dai Mubai only knows how to use beauty to numb himself; he is purely trash."

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were filled with disdain.

Although Qin Feng was also a bit lecherous, he possessed the strength and the capital to back it up.

His lust was the romantic flair of a strong man, whereas Dai Mubai's was the decadence of the weak.

The two were simply incomparable.

"The diary says I will fall for him? That is a colossal joke."

Zhu Zhuqing coldly closed the diary, a flash of resolve crossing her eyes.

She would never let such an absurd "future" come to pass.

Since she knew the ending, she would start changing it from this moment on.

She, Zhu Zhuqing, looked down on Dai Mubai entirely.

The lights in the dormitory remained dim, but the pen in Qin Feng's hand did not stop.

Having finished writing about Zhu Zhuqing, another figure naturally surfaced in his mind.

The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong.

Although Ning Rongrong, as a support-type soul master, hadn't been beaten as brutally as the others at the Great Soul Arena today, her personality was indeed a major problem as a member of Shrek.

Qin Feng raised his pen, and new words flowed onto the page.

[I've seen Ning Rongrong too; in a blue dress, elegant and refined, with a face like peach blossoms, standing tall and graceful like a lotus rising from the mud!]

[Especially those jade legs, long and fair like white lotus roots, paired with a pair of white silk stockings—it's enough to make one's index finger twitch!]

Qin Feng recalled the scene at the arena; Ning Rongrong standing at the back of the team, that short blue dress was truly eye-catching, especially those long legs wrapped in white silk, which looked exceptionally dazzling under the lights.

Even back when he watched the anime, he felt that Ning Rongrong's legs were worth playing with for a lifetime. Now that he had seen the real person, the visual impact was maxed out.

The tip of his pen shifted, and a wicked smirk appeared on Qin Feng's lips.

[It's a pity that the only flaw is that she's only an A-cup! Compared to Zhu Zhuqing, she's far behind!]

[And she still has that spoiled young lady personality; she needs to be thoroughly disciplined!]

After finishing this paragraph, Qin Feng closed the diary with satisfaction, stretched, turned over, and fell into a deep sleep.

Meanwhile.

Humming an unknown tune, Ning Rongrong pushed open her dormitory door, carrying several large bags.

She had just seen off her father, Ning Fengzhi.

Although Shrek had lost miserably today, her father didn't seem to care much about Shrek's reputation; instead, he kept rambling in her ear about that Qin Feng.

"Rongrong, that Qin Feng is not only peerless in strength, but I also find his speech and demeanor extraordinary."

"If you could interact with him more, it would be a good thing for our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"A genius like that is worthy of my daughter."

Ning Rongrong tossed her shopping bags onto a chair, her lips pouting as she recalled her father's blatant and subtle attempts at matchmaking.

"What's so good about that Qin Feng? Isn't he just a bit good at fighting?"

"He hit so hard, with no regard for tender feelings at all, beating everyone like that, yet Dad still wants me to get close to him."

Complaining to herself, Ning Rongrong kicked off her little leather shoes and threw herself onto her soft bed without a shred of decorum.

"Ouch!"

The soft sensation she expected didn't fully envelop her; the outer side of her thigh felt like it had been poked by something hard.

Ning Rongrong sprang up like a startled kitten, clutching the spot that had been poked, her brows furrowed.

"What is this? Why is there a hard lump on this young lady's bed?"

She reached out and fumbled across the sheets, and soon, a black booklet was pulled out.

The booklet had a unique texture and felt slightly cool to the touch, looking completely out of place in the warm-toned girl's boudoir.

Ning Rongrong curiously flipped the booklet over, using the light from the soul guidance lamp to make out the gold-stamped characters on the cover.

Qin Feng (Ning Rongrong's Exclusive Diary)

Ning Rongrong froze.

"Qin Feng?"

She blinked those spirited, large eyes, her face full of disbelief.

Is this the captain of the Heaven Dou Royal Team who beat them to a pulp at the Great Soul Arena?

The very same "ideal son-in-law" candidate her father had been praising non-stop just moments ago?

"How could it be such a coincidence? Dad just finished talking, and this thing appears on my bed?"

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes, a surge of intense curiosity suddenly welling up in her heart.

"Could it be that this guy sent this as a love letter on purpose? Trying to curry favor with this young lady?"

"Hmph, I'll see what kind of medicine you, this great expert, are selling, and what secrets are hidden in this diary."

Ning Rongrong crossed her legs and sat on the edge of the bed, opening the diary with a scrutinizing mindset.

Her face, which had been indifferent just a moment ago, instantly flushed with a layer of crimson as she read the words.

"Elegant and refined... face like a peach blossom..."

"Jade legs... white lotus roots... mouth-watering..."

Ning Rongrong subconsciously looked down at her own legs.

For the sake of ease of movement during the competition today, she had indeed worn white silk stockings, which made her legs appear even straighter and more slender.

She hadn't expected that Qin Feng, who was cold, ruthless, and vicious on the arena stage, would actually be paying such close attention to her in private.

"Pervert! Lecher!"

Ning Rongrong cursed, but there wasn't much genuine anger in her heart; instead, a small sense of pride arose.

"At least you have an eye for quality."

Among the Shrek Seven Devils, she considered herself second to none in terms of appearance and temperament; even Xiao Wu couldn't compare to her refined, noble upbringing.

It seemed that although Qin Feng was heavy-handed, his aesthetic sense was still normal.

The corners of Ning Rongrong's mouth lifted slightly, and her mood improved a little.

Since her father intended to play matchmaker and the other party was a peerless genius, if he praised her well in his diary, it wouldn't be impossible to consider giving him a chance to pursue her.

However, as her gaze continued to move downward, the faint smile that had just appeared instantly froze on her face.

Immediately after, she clenched her fists tightly, and the veins on her forehead began to throb.

[It's a pity that the only flaw is a pair of A's! Compared to Zhu Zhuqing, it's far too lacking!]

Ning Rongrong widened her eyes, staring fixedly at the words "pair of A's," as if she wanted to burn a hole through the paper.