The Dragon King Acts Spoiled, Begging to Be Kept! Lin An: I Don't Befriend Idiots

"How did you know I came here to learn technical skills..."

Gu Yue was frantically complaining in her heart.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to lower her head and look at a few more pages.

Dense formulas, terminology, and energy circuit diagrams filled her field of vision.

They looked like countless ants crawling across the paper.

Her temples were throbbing.

So many?

So complex?

How is one supposed to memorize this stuff?

A dragon could die from this, right?

She looked up, wanting to open her mouth to refuse.

Then, she met Lin An's eyes.

That face was so exquisite it didn't seem real.

His expression was serious, his eyelashes casting shallow shadows in the morning light.

The corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, as if waiting for her answer.

Gu Yue opened her mouth.

It felt as if a ball of cotton was stuck in her throat.

She couldn't speak.

She absolutely couldn't speak.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie had intended to come over to ask about combat practice.

Walking closer and seeing that stack of books on the table, both of them froze in their tracks.

Xie Xie's face turned pale, and he subconsciously took half a step back.

Tang Wulin did not retreat.

But his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"Lin An... what are these?"

"The latest technology from Ming Capital, not yet popularized."

Lin An smiled slightly.

"But I guarantee that learning this will help with future employment."

His tone was gentle, yet certain.

"No matter how much you cultivate, without technical skills to fall back on, you'll likely only be able to work as patrol security or join the army later on."

Tang Wulin's eyes lit up.

His gaze landed squarely on the cover of Forging Materials Science.

His fingers curled involuntarily.

He was already a second-rank blacksmith.

His intuition was screaming at him that the contents of this book could help him undergo a complete transformation.

Lin An caught the change in Tang Wulin's expression and sighed silently to himself.

If only Gu Yue's task acquisition method and Tang Wulin's were swapped.

One silly dragon only wanted to fall in love and had no desire for self-improvement.

The other blockhead had nothing but forging techniques on his mind.

Yet, the Golden Dragon King bloodline needed to increase soul power.

The Silver Dragon King, on the other hand, had to deal with Battle Armor.

Gu Yue was currently in a daze.

Clutching that stack of books, she felt as if she had been sentenced to death.

Who wanted to be employed?

She was the Co-Lord of Soul Beasts, the Silver Dragon King, a god who had lived for who knew how many tens of thousands of years.

Why would she learn these human technologies?

Her goal was to revive the soul beast race, not to work in a factory tightening screws.

She took a deep breath, deciding to play her trump card.

"Wife—"

She slammed the books onto the table.

She lunged forward as if she had no bones, wrapping her arms around Lin An's waist.

Her face was buried in his chest, her voice muffled and nasal.

"I don't want to study anymore. Why don't you just keep me from now on?"

"I'm very easy to provide for; you just need to give me one million Federal Credits every month."

The corner of Lin An's mouth twitched.

He looked down at the silver head in his arms, his expression blank.

"One million Federal Credits? Why don't you give that to me instead?"

He reached out and pushed Gu Yue away from his chest.

"Study. You must study."

His tone turned cold, brooking no argument.

"I don't make friends with the mentally deficient."

Gu Yue stood frozen, as if struck by lightning.

I don't make friends with the mentally deficient.

These words were like ice picks, stabbing into the softest part of her heart.

Her lips trembled, and her eyes turned slightly red.

She wanted to say, "You actually called me mentally deficient," but the words were stuck in her throat, unable to come out.

"What are you all still standing there for?"

Wu Zhangkong's figure reappeared at the classroom door.

His voice was as cold as tempered ice.

"Get out here, now."

His gaze swept over the stack of books in front of Gu Yue, and his footsteps paused for a moment.

With his cultivation, he could see the words on the spines quite clearly.

Forging Materials Science, Soul Guidance Engineering—those were fine.

But when his gaze landed on Soul Spirit Artificial Intelligence, his pupils constricted.

This technology required a military qualification certificate and had to pass through layers of Federal approval.

If his Sky Ice Battle Armor could be equipped with a Soul Spirit Intelligence Core, its power would absolutely be no less than a three-word battle armor.

If the materials were sufficient, it might even be possible to advance to four-word.

But this was only a fleeting thought.

Wu Zhangkong quickly withdrew his gaze, his expression returning to normal.

External objects were, after all, just external objects; he trusted his own sword and soul power more.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The resources available to these second-generation elites were truly terrifying.

Thresholds that others broke their heads trying to reach were things they were born with, and they could even give them away as gifts.

"Let's go, let's go." Gu Yue grabbed Lin An's hand and pulled him outside.

Her fingers tightened, her palm pressed against his wrist, craving that bit of warmth.

The silver-haired girl, who had been excited in the classroom just moments ago, turned solemn as she walked out of the teaching building.

She, of course, would be fine.

With her strength, the entire Class Five combined wouldn't be enough for her to fight with one hand.

But the Dragon Queen was different.

Her gaze swept over Lin An's thin shoulders.

Beneath his white shirt was a frame so lean it was almost fragile.

As an auxiliary-type soul master, no matter how strong his martial soul was, he would always be standing in the back.

If he really got on the arena, who would protect him?

Many classes were already lining up on the playground.

In the distance, lead-gray clouds piled up in the sky.

The air was stifling, as if holding back a torrential rain.

Light leaked through the gaps in the clouds, pale and white, casting a gray pallor over everyone's faces.

But Lin An's appearance was like a beam of light splitting through the gray.

Nearly a hundred gazes on the playground converged on him almost simultaneously.

First came astonishment, followed by an unconcealable sense of awe.

The youth stood in the morning light, his skin so fair it was nearly translucent.

His features were as exquisite as if he had stepped out of a painting.

His entire being seemed to be enveloped in a faint, iridescent glow.

Just by standing there, he made the surrounding air feel a few degrees fresher.

Several boys subconsciously pushed half a step forward, their eyes glazing over and their mouths slightly agape.

Only one thought remained in their minds.

This person was too good-looking.

Someone reflexively pulled out their communicator, wanting to add him as a friend.

The moment their finger touched the screen, a chilling gaze struck them like a blade.

Gu Yue swept a blank expression over those people.

Her pupils narrowed slightly, like a cold-blooded predator locking onto its prey.

Without exception, everyone targeted by those eyes felt their hair stand on end.

The communicators nearly slipped from their hands.

The thought of adding him as a friend shattered completely.

"Assemble." Wu Zhangkong walked to the center of the training ground.

His white robes billowed in the wind.

His voice was not loud, yet it was clearly delivered to everyone's ears.

"Random drawing, one-on-one combat."

"The losers will add ten laps of physical training."

"The winners advance and continue to fight until only one remains."

The students of Class Five gasped.

Ten laps?

Each lap was eight hundred meters; ten laps would be enough to run their legs off.

"This is a combat class, not a greenhouse."

Wu Zhangkong's tone lacked any warmth.

His gaze swept coldly across the field, pausing on Lin An for a second.

"Even support-type soul masters must train."

"The academy does not cultivate the incompetent."

He turned his head, his gaze falling upon Gu Yue and Tang Wulin.

The corners of his mouth seemed to curl into a cold, rigid arc.

"If I find out anyone is holding back—"

"You will be expelled immediately."

The words landed like ice crashing into water.

The students of Class Five exchanged glances.

The tension in the air spiked abruptly.

This Cold-Faced Yama was particularly difficult to deal with today.

He radiated an aura that screamed, "Don't mess with me."