Douluo: No More Pretending, My Wife Is Qian Renxue

One lap was roughly a thousand meters.

A hundred laps meant two hundred li.

An ordinary person would collapse from exhaustion after running thirty li.

Let alone a six-year-old child running a hundred laps.

But for him, it might really be nothing.

If Qian Ye had not activated his cheat, running two hundred li in one go would definitely have left him whining bitterly.

Qian Ye began running around the track.

To him, it was child's play.

Bibi Dong watched Qian Ye start running outside the door and revealed a meaningful smile.

Then she swept her gaze over the students. "Follow me!"

The students exchanged glances. None dared disobey, and they all rose dejectedly before filing out together.

They swarmed out of the classroom and stood by the edge of the track with Bibi Dong.

They stood there, waiting to watch the show.

Holy crap—

Seeing Bibi Dong bring the entire class out to watch gave him a fright.

He really had to hand it to her.

Fine then!

Bibi Dong, didn't you want to watch?

Then I'll show you what I'm capable of!

"Brother Qian Ye, go!"

Suddenly, Qian Renxue cheered him on.

"Go, Qian Ye!" Rou Shui also encouraged him from beside her.

Qian Ye shot them both a flirtatious look and quickened his pace.

Bibi Dong crossed her arms, looking as though she were waiting to enjoy a good show.

Little brat, this is a hundred laps. Let's see if you can even make it past ten.

"Good lord, that's two hundred li. Can he really finish it?"

"Definitely not. Even if he ran his pants off, he still wouldn't finish."

"Forget a hundred laps. Ten laps will be enough to put him through hell."

"He only has himself to blame. Of all people to offend, he dared offend the Pope Teacher. If he isn't unlucky, who is?"

"Mm-hmm..."

The students chattered among themselves, all convinced that Qian Ye could never complete a hundred laps.

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

At that moment, the students felt gusts of cold wind sweep past their faces.

Only then did they see Qian Ye's figure sprinting around the track like the wind.

He was so fast that every student stared wide-eyed, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Isn't that way too fast?!"

"Exactly!"

"Brother Qian Ye, you're the best! Little Xue likes you!"

"Go, go... Go, Qian Ye!"

Little brat, you really do have skills!

Only then did Bibi Dong realize that she had misjudged him.

As the Pope of Spirit Hall, she was not as startled as the students, but Qian Ye's physical stamina still shocked her.

How could a six-year-old brat possibly move that fast?

Could it be that his Twin Martial Souls allowed his physical strength to reach abnormal levels?

Impossible!

I have Twin Martial Souls too. Back then, I wasn't even as fast as he was.

The more Bibi Dong watched him, the stranger she found him.

Bibi Dong's Injury Is Treated

Qian Ye ran faster and faster.

Bibi Dong and the students kept staring at him in stunned silence, not knowing what to say.

Ten seconds later.

Qian Ye appeared before Bibi Dong. "Teacher Bibi, I've finished the hundred laps..."

Bibi Dong looked completely dumbfounded. She truly had to hand it to him!

Even if a Super Douluo like herself ran, she could not possibly finish that quickly.

Hmph—

This little brat really is different!

"You, come here!" Bibi Dong still ordered in an icy tone.

Qian Ye's nose twitched. "..."

He could only walk over and stand at her side.

Little brat, you really are something!

I have to pull you over to my side. Otherwise, I'll destroy you!

Heh heh—

Bibi Dong let out two soft breaths as she pondered.

She had no intention of gaining another little monster like him after already having an opponent as powerful as Qian Daoliu.

Bibi Dong studied Qian Ye carefully with her cold eyes for a while longer before turning her gaze back to all the students beside her.

"Everyone saw it, didn't you? Qian Ye ran a hundred laps just like you, and he completed the task."

"Although he has Twin Martial Souls, he ran a hundred laps. You all only have single Martial Souls, and your Soul Power is not that high either."

"So I don't need you to run a hundred laps, nor do I need you to run ninety-nine laps. You only need to run thirty laps. Thirty laps. Run!"

"Anyone who doesn't finish can forget about lunch and just go hungry!"

After hearing Bibi Dong's final icy words, the students turned pale, their faces red and their necks stiff.

They had complaints in their hearts, but before the Pope Teacher, they did not even dare breathe loudly. Who would dare make a sound?

Then they looked at one another. Finally, one student stepped onto the track and took the lead in running.

The others followed behind and began running as well.

Soon, all sixty students in the class, apart from Qian Ye, were running laps around the track.

Qian Renxue ran up in front of Qian Ye and looked at him.

She was the one leading the run.

Rou Shui followed closely behind her.

Qian Ye clenched his fist and cheered her on.

Qian Renxue gave him a sweet smile and continued running forward.

Rou Shui, following right behind, also sent him a sweet smile.

Qian Ye could not bring himself to be cold toward someone who smiled at him, so he returned her smile.

When Bibi Dong saw Qian Renxue's smile, something suddenly stirred in her eyes.

After all, this little girl was her own flesh and blood. It was impossible for her not to feel heartache.

But she could not forget what had happened in that secret room that day.

Thus, her eyes were filled with conflict.

She was deeply torn. She wanted to go over, pick Qian Renxue up, kiss her in her arms, and shower her with affection.

To give her steady love, happiness, and a sense of security.

But whenever she remembered what that man had done to her, she hated Qian Renxue. She did not want to see her, because seeing her made her think of him.

More importantly, she was still thinking of that scum Yu Gang.

So whenever she saw Qian Renxue, she was dragged back into those old memories.

The more she thought about it, the more chaotic her mind became.

Qian Ye glanced at her and saw that her gaze had been following Qian Renxue's figure. Her fists were clenched tightly, and her long nails had already dug into her flesh.

Before long, blood began to flow.

He also saw her face change from its earlier icy coldness to a livid shade.

Her eyes had also turned somewhat red.

She looked to be in great pain.

Even the muscles on her face seemed slightly twisted.

Her amber eyes were full of resentment.

They were even tinged red, streaked with bloodlust.

Her figure was perfectly proportioned, and she had been born with a noble face. Coupled with her jade-white skin, every inch of her revealed her unique temperament.

Even when she was angry and cold as frost, she remained so distinctive, unlike anyone else.

She was not breathtakingly beautiful, nor was she the most beautiful, but unbelievably, she seemed perfect from every angle.

She was like a crystal-clear diamond or gemstone. No matter which angle one looked from, she was a dazzling treasure.

Qian Ye looked at Bibi Dong and was suddenly captivated!

He thought of his mission: to take the initiative to approach Bibi Dong and gain her trust.

Although this was a mission assigned by Qian Daoliu.

He had come to Spirit Hall Academy as an undercover agent, to monitor Bibi Dong's movements and report back to Qian Daoliu.

Naturally, Qian Ye only obeyed the order on the surface. Monitoring Bibi Dong was merely a means for him to bring Qian Renxue to the academy to study.

Moreover, judging from the original novel, Qian Daoliu had never intended to harm Bibi Dong.

So this mission could be considered optional.

He did not need to deliberately do anything.

"Qian Ye, have you stared long enough?"

Bibi Dong's icy voice suddenly rang beside his ear.

Only then did Qian Ye realize he had lost his composure. He had nearly become unable to pull himself out of it. Letting out a breath, he calmed himself.

"Teacher Bibi, your hand is bleeding."

Qian Ye changed the subject, suddenly grabbing her hand and speaking with a serious, concerned expression.