As Long As You're Brave Enough, the Teacher Will Go on Maternity Leave

Finally, we get to the main topic.

Su Yun chuckled inwardly.

He knew Bibi Dong summoning him back wasn't just because she missed him, but for that ten-thousand-year Rogue Rabbit.

After all, it was a walking ten-thousand-year Soul Ring.

"Returning to you, Teacher."

Su Yun looked up, his eyes clear (pretending).

"That rabbit is the dowry your disciple has prepared for you, Teacher."

"Pfft—"

Bibi Dong had just picked up her teacup, intending to take a sip to calm herself. Hearing those words, she sprayed tea all over Su Yun.

"Cough, cough, cough! What did you say?!"

"Dowry?!"

She widened her eyes, looking at Su Yun as if he were a monster.

What was this kid's brain made of?

Su Yun wiped the tea from his face, not getting angry. Instead, he smiled even more brilliantly.

"Yes."

"Teacher, think about it. You are so beautiful and outstanding, you'll definitely get married someday."

"But how could ordinary betrothal gifts be worthy of you?"

"So, I thought, if someone wants to marry you in the future, they must present a set of ten-thousand-year Soul Bone armor."

"This rabbit is the first piece of dowry I've saved for you."

"How is it? Am I a very filial disciple?"

Bibi Dong was stunned.

She looked at Su Yun's smiling face, and the scolding and questioning she had prepared were all stuck in her throat.

Dowry!

The word was too distant for her.

Ever since that incident, she hadn't thought about marriage. Her heart was filled only with hatred and destruction.

But now, this cheap disciple, in an almost absurd way, brought the word back to her.

Even though it was nonsense.

Even though he was joking.

But for some reason, a trace of long-lost bitterness and warmth stirred in Bibi Dong's heart.

"Silly boy..."

She cursed softly, her eyes turning a little red.

"Who's getting married?"

"This Seat will never get married in this lifetime."

"That's not necessarily true."

Su Yun silently added in his heart.

Not only will you get married, but you'll marry me.

Of course, he didn't dare say that out loud, for fear of being beaten to death.

He took out the little notebook that made Bibi Dong's heart pound again.

This was excellent material; it had to be recorded!

[X Year X Month X Day, Night, Candlelight Dinner (crossed out) Candlelight Interrogation.]

[Dong'er's outfit tonight... is amazing!]

[Black tight-fitting dress, high slit, lace collar... This isn't the Pope, this is clearly the Dark Night Queen!]

[Especially that whip, when it strikes the body... cough, although it didn't hit, just looking at it makes one's blood boil.]

[However, this woman's heart is too soft.]

[Blushes with a little teasing, gets moved by a few nice words.]

[Tsk, this is a typical cold outside, warm inside, tsundere type.]

[Saying you'll never get married in this lifetime?]

[That's because you haven't met me.]

[After I deal with that cheater Tang San, and defeat those old geezers in the God Realm, I'll use the entire Douluo Continent as my betrothal gift to marry you.]

[By then, let's see if you're still stubborn.]

[But for now...]

[I still have to get past this hurdle first.]

[Dong'er, stop pretending. I know you're reading.]

[The candle is almost burnt out. Shouldn't we... get to the main point?]

[For instance, shall we discuss the distribution of that Rabbit's Soul Ring? Or... discuss how to pass the time during this long, lonely night?]

On the throne.

Bibi Dong stared at the line in the Diary about "using the entire Douluo Continent as a betrothal gift," and her breath hitched.

Her heart began to pound uncontrollably.

Such words had never been spoken by Yu Xiaogang back in the day, nor even by the high and mighty Qian Xunji.

Arrogant.

Presumptuous.

Yet, it carried a domineering aura that one could not ignore.

"A betrothal gift..."

Bibi Dong murmured to herself, her eyes becoming somewhat unfocused.

She looked at Su Yun kneeling below and suddenly felt that this brat, who was originally meant to be nothing more than a pawn, seemed to have truly...

Grown up.

"Hoo..."

Bibi Dong blew out a candle beside her, and the light in the great hall grew even dimmer.

"Get up."

Her voice turned somewhat languid, as if she had shed all her defenses:

"Since it's for a dowry, I'll let you pass this time."

"However..."

"Death may be spared, but punishment is unavoidable."

Bibi Dong stood up and walked toward Su Yun step by step, the whip in her hand tapping lightly against his chest:

"Tonight, you stay here."

"Stand guard for This Seat."

"If you dare to fall asleep!"

"Hmph! You're dead!"

This night was destined to be sleepless.

The candlelight flickered, and the wick popped with a faint sound.

"Crackle."

In the vast, silent hall, the sound was exceptionally clear, even somewhat heart-stopping.

Bibi Dong reclined against the wide Pope's throne, her eyes slightly closed and her breathing steady, as if she had fallen into a deep slumber. That whip, which struck fear into the hearts of all, was tossed carelessly at her feet like a tamed viper.

Su Yun sat cross-legged on a cushion below, resting his chin in his hand out of sheer boredom, though his gaze scanned Bibi Dong's body back and forth as if equipped with radar.

Asleep?

Is she really asleep or just faking it?

That was a question worth pondering.

If she were truly asleep, this would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to "betray one's master and destroy one's ancestors"; if she were faking it, it would be the highest level of "entrapment."

"Tsk, this woman..."

Su Yun sighed in his heart.

Even in her sleep, the pressure radiating from her made one afraid to act rashly. Her black tight-fitting dress outlined perfect curves, exuding a lethal allure under the dim candlelight.

She was like a black rose blooming on the edge of an abyss.

Beautiful, and poisonous.

"Stand guard? What decent person actually stands guard?"

Su Yun rubbed his sore neck, his inner schemes beginning to spin wildly.

The night was long, and he had no desire to sleep.

Since he couldn't sleep and couldn't actually do anything (for fear of being beaten to death), he could only...

Find some spiritual sustenance.

He skillfully pulled out the Diary, even thoughtfully taking out a Night-Shining Pearl for illumination.

I am serious about writing this diary.

[Year X, Month X, Day X, late night, inside the Pope Palace.]

[At this very moment, I am sharing a room with the most powerful and beautiful woman on the Douluo Continent.]

[The distance between us is less than five meters.]

[The air is permeated with her faint fragrance, a scent blended from Rakshasa Divine Power and top-grade Dragon Saliva Incense; a single breath is enough to go to one's head.]

[She is asleep.]

[Or rather, she is pretending to be asleep.]

[Looking at that defenseless sleeping face, to be honest, I am a bit shaken.]

[Should I take this opportunity to steal a kiss, or should I honestly play the part of a saint?]

[This is a philosophical question of survival or destruction.]

[Honestly, Dong'er's lack of vigilance is truly something else. She makes me stand guard but doesn't even give me a blanket; is she trying to freeze her own disciple to death?]

[However, considering how sexy she looks tonight, I will forgive her.]

[In fact, I have always felt that the reason Bibi Dong is so exhausted is because she carries too much.]

[The heavy burden of Spirit Hall, the erosion of the Rakshasa god, and that past she cannot bear to look back on...]

[She is like a hedgehog wrapped in its own thorns, pricking anyone who gets close.]

[But only a woman like this, once conquered, will reveal her softest and most moving side.]

[Like right now.]

[Her brows are slightly furrowed; is she having a nightmare?]

[Is she dreaming of that secret chamber? Or is she dreaming of that heartless man?]

[Don't be afraid, I am here.]

[In this life, I will block all nightmares from reaching you.]

[As for that old man Qian Daoliu... Hmph, once I master my divine arts, the first thing I will do is pluck his angel feathers clean to make a feather duster for Dong'er!]