Gu Yue's Threat: If You Dare Betray Me, I'll Make You Give Birth to Little Dragon Cubs

The surrounding students heard this sentence as well, and they all froze in unison.

Then, the atmosphere around the edge of the training ground suddenly turned subtle.

Some had their mouths hanging open in an 'O' shape.

Some had their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Some subconsciously nudged the classmate next to them with their elbows.

They exchanged meaningful glances.

The freshman had been taken down by Gu Yue?

And they had been at it until morning?

Xie Xie was completely stunned, his brain buzzing.

He looked at Gu Yue, then looked at Lin An.

An indescribable sense of indignation surged up within him.

I thought we were good friends.

Yet behind my back, you two have already reached this stage?

"Problems! It's problems!"

Lin An's face flushed red instantly as he shook the Gu Yue in his arms vigorously.

"Wake up! Don't use such misleading phrasing! It's doing problems! Solving problems!"

But Gu Yue didn't budge an inch.

She even took the opportunity to bury her face deeper into the crook of his neck, her arms tightening their hold.

She clung to him like a piece of taffy that couldn't be pulled off.

She was doing it on purpose.

Lin An was absolutely certain of it.

The gossiping and excited gazes of those around him hit him like spotlights.

He wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Even Wu Zhangkong, that Cold-Faced Yama, glanced over here a few extra times with an unreadable expression.

It seemed he hadn't expected his student's private life to be so... chaotic.

Tang Wulin's eyes dimmed, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

Yet he still managed to force a smile, his voice carrying a touch of desolation he hadn't even noticed himself.

"That... that's great."

Lin An took a deep breath, deciding to stop worrying about the silly dragon playing dead in his arms.

He raised his hand, palm facing upward, toward Tang Wulin.

"Want to touch palms?"

Tang Wulin was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening.

His eyes brightened for an instant, and he reached out to grasp Lin An's hand.

The moment their palms met, two streams of soul power began to collide, merge, and refine.

Lin An's high-quality Seven-Colored soul power surged into Tang Wulin's body like a gentle torrent.

The soul power scoured his meridians and tempered his foundation.

Meanwhile, the feedback from the Golden Dragon King bloodline within Tang Wulin flowed back along with the soul power.

Threads of it seeped into every limb and bone of Lin An's body.

This time, because they already had experience, Tang Wulin was exhausted after only twenty minutes.

He was drenched in sweat, his face flushed bright red.

He looked as if he had been fished out of water, his chest heaving violently.

Lin An's soul power had also been depleted to the freezing point.

However, his first soul skill, "Seven-Colored Favor," possessed inherent continuous recovery properties.

Since the soul skill could automatically absorb the essence of heaven and earth to replenish consumption, he did not collapse.

What truly surprised him was—

His soul power level had increased from twenty-two to twenty-three.

Lin An's eyes brightened slightly, and the way he looked at Tang Wulin became a bit more intense.

This guy was truly a treasure.

The feedback effect of the Golden Dragon King bloodline was more effective than any rare herb or treasure.

"Remember to come over tonight."

Lin An gave his instructions and agreed with Tang Wulin on a time for their next training session.

Tang Wulin nodded repeatedly, the exhaustion on his face swept away in an instant.

In its place was an irrepressible excitement.

Although the process was painful, the results were solid and tangible.

He felt that he was not far from reaching level thirteen.

Lin An withdrew his hand and looked down at the silly dragon still feigning sleep in his arms.

With an expressionless face, he peeled her off his body.

Gu Yue opened her eyes right on cue, let out a yawn, and rubbed the corners of her eyes as if she had just woken up.

She muttered in a low voice.

"Wife is really fickle. You clearly already have me, yet you're still getting tangled up with Tang Wulin..."

She paused, her voice dropping so low that only Lin An could hear her.

"If you dare to betray me, I'll cut you off, pin you down, and make you give birth to a litter of little dragon cubs for me."

Lin An's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot in an instant.

He raised his hand, curled his finger, aimed at Gu Yue's forehead, and flicked it hard.

"Snap!"

A soft sound echoed.

Gu Yue clutched her forehead, looking at him with teary eyes.

Yet, she heard Lin An grit out through his teeth.

"I recall your persona was supposed to be aloof at the start, right? Hey! You've broken character!"

Gu Yue clutched her forehead and froze for a moment.

So, Wife likes the aloof type?

She should have said so earlier.

She immediately wiped away all the soft, sweet expressions from her face.

Her spine straightened, and her chin lifted slightly.

The warmth in her eyes faded away completely.

She stood up from Lin An, brushing off non-existent wrinkles from her lapels.

A chill that warned others to keep their distance radiated from her entire being.

That temperament was exactly the same as when Lin An first saw her at the station.

Lin An watched her transformation, the corner of his mouth twitching.

Gu Yue was the type of person who, as long as she wasn't smiling, made people feel like she was sulking.

Even if she said the most ordinary thing, paired with that cold face, it felt like she was bestowing a favor.

Looking at her now, Lin An couldn't help but complain internally.

Seemingly aloof, but actually a goofball.

Sure enough, when out and about, one's persona is whatever one chooses to make it.

Gu Yue maintained her icy expression, her gaze sweeping over the students who were peeking around.

Those people, brushed by her gaze, all retracted their necks in unison, not daring to look again.

She felt satisfied.

Then she turned to look at Lin An, still keeping a cold face, her tone as flat as if she were commenting on the weather.

"Are we going to the small woods?"

To her, Tang Wulin was barely worth noting, and Xie Xie was trash.

As for the others, they were just human vermin not even worth a name, so naturally, she wouldn't show them any expression.

But Lin An was different.

The Dragon Queen was her own wife from a past life; how could he be the same?

"Go to the small woods, my ass."

Lin An rolled his eyes at her, stood up from the bench, and brushed off his clothes.

"We're going to eat. In a few days, when Xie Xie hits level twenty, we'll head to the Spirit Pagoda."

He glanced down at his class schedule.

The afternoon was a math class.

Lin An thought for a moment and decisively decided to skip it.

Such classes were of little use to soul masters, and most people used this time to go out and take on part-time jobs.

Take Tang Wulin, for instance; he was practically never seen in his cultural classes.

"Why do we have to bring him along?"

Gu Yue's voice suddenly spiked in volume.

She glared at Lin An, the frost on her face shattering into pieces.

"We're finally going to meet the parents, and you want to bring another third wheel?"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

The Dragon Queen had managed to flirt with three dragons all by herself.

It was too much!

Lin An didn't reply.

He simply shoved his communicator into Gu Yue's hand in silence.

The screen displayed the post-chapter exercises for Chapter 3 of

Forging Materials Science

.

"Do the problems."

Two words, short and forceful.

Gu Yue's rage was choked back in her throat.

She looked down at the dense thicket of terminology and formulas on the screen, her eyelid twitching.

In the end, she sat down obediently and began swiping her fingertips across the screen.

It had to be said, though this silly dragon was dim-witted, her memory was astonishingly good.

She possessed a near-photographic memory.

For some of the difficult problems that required careful deliberation in Lin An's eyes, she only needed a single hint to immediately grasp the underlying logic and apply it elsewhere.

Lin An watched her profile as she focused on the exercises, sighing inwardly.

If only she used this cleverness for the right things instead of spending all day thinking about how to chisel away at him, how much better that would be.