Tang Wulin's Loneliness! Gu Yue: "I worked all night, I'm so tired."

On the playground of the intermediate division at East Sea Academy.

The students of Class Five, Grade One, were undergoing physical training.

Running itself was nothing to a soul master.

But ten laps, with each lap being eight hundred meters, meant eight kilometers in total.

With their soul power sealed, this distance was enough to push most low-level students to their limits.

After a few laps, quite a few were already running unsteadily.

They clutched their knees, gasping for air, sweat pouring down like rain.

The sun gradually climbed higher, the heat rising to scorch the red plastic track.

Lin An sat in the shade by the edge of the playground.

He held a glass of iced fruit juice in his hand, fine beads of condensation clinging to the surface of the glass.

When the students of Class Five ran past him, their gazes drifted toward him involuntarily.

There was no resentment.

Truly, none at all.

On the contrary, every time someone ran past him, they felt the circulation of their soul power accelerate slightly.

Even their breathing became smoother.

That was the domain effect of the Rainbow Dragon—as long as they were near him, their cultivation speed would increase by thirty percent.

Not to mention, his face was simply too striking under the sunlight.

"Ah! I really want to be stepped on hard in the face by this damn rich guy, and have him look down on my dignity with unbridled contempt."

Several students deliberately slowed their pace when they ran in front of Lin An.

They did it just to soak up a few more seconds of his domain and, incidentally, to get a few more looks at him.

"Is that what you want? To be trampled? I don't even want to talk to you."

A companion nearby retorted with disdain, yet their own pace was also ridiculously slow.

Wu Zhangkong stood in the center of the playground, watching this scene with cold eyes.

"Those who stop to look, add five laps each."

Everyone retracted their gazes in unison and buried their heads to run frantically.

"Didn't they say there was no special treatment? How come he doesn't have to run? Is being rich so great?"

Zhou Changxi ran while panting, his face full of displeasure.

None of the surrounding students replied.

Instead, when Gu Yue swept past him, she glanced back.

Just one glance.

The chill in those purple eyes made Zhou Changxi feel as if he had been locked onto by a ferocious beast.

Cold sweat broke out on his back instantly, and he nearly stumbled and fell.

Gu Yue finished running quickly.

She didn't collapse on the ground to pant like the others.

Instead, she walked straight toward Lin An.

Sweat had soaked through her school uniform.

Her long, silver-white hair clung damply to her cheeks and neck.

Her entire being radiated a steaming heat.

"Wife—"

She opened her arms, ready to pounce on him.

"Stay away from me."

Lin An extended a hand, pressing it against her forehead, his face full of disgust.

"You're covered in sweat, you smell so bad."

He had assumed that once they talked things out, Gu Yue would restrain herself.

Yet this girl remained as headstrong as ever, chasing him like a little female dragon.

"Does it smell?"

Gu Yue lowered her head to sniff her own sleeve, then leaned closer to Lin An.

"It smells good, Wife, smell it again."

Lin An pushed her face away, his expression full of resistance.

"I said it smells bad, don't rub yourself on me."

Gu Yue pursed her lips, but she still reined herself in and sat down right next to him.

She stole a glance at Lin An.

She couldn't help but feel that after last night's conversation, the young man was even more repulsed by her.

The human heart was truly difficult to fathom.

Did it really matter who was male or female, or who was on top?

Gu Yue muttered to herself.

But she didn't dare say it out loud.

She knew that although Lin An acted disgusted on the surface, he didn't truly dislike her deep down.

Otherwise, he wouldn't allow her to get this close.

However, Lin An unceremoniously shifted to the side, putting some distance between them.

This fellow was becoming increasingly disrespectful toward him.

As expected, he couldn't give her any slack.

In his view, Gu Yue could no longer be judged by her appearance.

She might look like a cold, beautiful young girl on the outside, but she was a rough brute to the bone.

Moreover, the way she looked at him was naked—the look of a predator eyeing its prey.

Damn it. I'm a top-tier beauty, so why is the Dragon Queen so indifferent to me?

And what's with that look like I'm trash?

Gu Yue grumbled inwardly, though her face remained impassive.

She reservedly rested her hands on her knees, leaned forward slightly, and brought her head close to Lin An.

Her warm, slightly damp breath instantly sprayed across his face.

Lin An's breath hitched, and he looked at her warily.

Just then, Tang Wulin ran over.

He was drenched in sweat, his light blue school uniform soaked through and clinging to his body.

A small piece of white gauze was taped to the bridge of his nose, and the wound at the corner of his mouth had formed a dark scab with slightly red, swollen edges, making him look quite miserable.

"Lin An," he scratched his head, his tone filled with guilt, "about yesterday... I'm sorry, I broke our promise."

In reality, the moment he reached Lin An's dormitory door yesterday, he had been intercepted by Gu Yue.

Without a word, Gu Yue had dragged him to the playground and, under the guise of "sparring," given him a sound beating.

Lin An had been asleep at the time and hadn't been woken up at all.

Lin An looked at his bruised and battered appearance and roughly guessed what had happened.

He didn't say anything, merely nodding.

However, his gaze lingered on Tang Wulin for an extra second.

Why had this original protagonist become so miserable ever since he arrived?

And—

He glanced at Tang Wulin, then at Gu Yue, who was within arm's reach.

What was going on with these two leads?

Why were they always hovering around him?

"Defeated opponent, what are you doing here?"

Gu Yue's expression turned cold in an instant.

She stood up and shoved herself firmly between Lin An and Tang Wulin.

"I told you, you smell. Stay away from me."

Lin An reached out to push Gu Yue away, but because he lacked the strength, he couldn't budge her.

"I told you, I smell like flowers."

Gu Yue muttered softly, her tone laced with grievance.

She was the Co-Lord of Soul Beasts, the Silver Dragon King; her body was composed of the purest elemental energy. How could she possibly excrete the filthy waste of a mortal?

Every drop of her sweat contained rich heaven and earth essence—it was spirit liquid that people would kill for in the outside world.

Lin An paused.

He sniffed carefully—it was true.

The scent on Gu Yue wasn't unpleasant; on the contrary, it carried a faint floral fragrance.

As her sweat evaporated, it drew away heat, making her skin feel cool to the touch and exuding a strange, refreshing quality.

But he still pushed her face away without mercy.

"Don't smear that sticky stuff on me."

He wasn't perverted enough to enjoy a little fairy's sweat.

"I don't care."

Gu Yue suddenly lunged forward, collapsing entirely into Lin An's arms.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she buried her head deep into the crook of his shoulder, curling up tightly against him like an exhausted kitten.

"It's all your fault," her voice came out muffled from his neck, thick with a heavy nasal tone.

"You wouldn't let me sleep last night. We kept at it until morning; my body is so tired."

Once she finished speaking, her breathing gradually steadied, as if she had truly fallen asleep.

"Eh?"

Tang Wulin froze in place.

The expression on his face shifted from confusion to shock, and then from shock to a complex, indescribable sense of loss.

"Kept at it... until morning?"

His voice sounded somewhat dry.

"You two... really have a close relationship."