The First Position in the Support Class Is Due for a Change

Dusk drew near.

Inside Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling were facing off against Tang San and the others.

The injuries on Ma Hongjun's face had long since healed, but his fat-headed, big-eared appearance truly made Dugu Yan feel a wave of nausea.

"What are you staring at, you damn fat pig?"

Compared with Ye Lingling's elegant, understated personality, Dugu Yan was far more direct. Especially after she learned that these were the very people who had harassed Ye Lingling back then and been beaten up by Fang Xuan, she had no intention of showing them the slightest courtesy.

"Dugu Yan, what do you mean by that? Don't think you can do whatever you want just because your grandfather is a Titled Douluo."

As Heaven Dou City's famous little witch, Ning Rongrong would never be afraid of Dugu Yan.

A Titled Douluo, that was all. Who didn't have one?

"Oh? Protecting him that fiercely? Your tastes are pretty heavy, aren't they? The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect really is different. By the way, does your face still hurt?"

With the same cynical, unruly temperament, Dugu Yan was a level above Ning Rongrong.

As the saying went, the barefoot did not fear those wearing shoes. She played with poison—why would she be afraid of a support-type?

Others feared the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but she was not intimidated.

Her own grandfather was a Titled Douluo, and her boyfriend was a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. As long as she married him, then with her grandfather's help, him becoming the next clan master was basically a foregone conclusion.

In strength, Ning Rongrong was no match for her. In background, the other girl still could not gain any advantage before her. In short, she did not need to give Ning Rongrong any face.

Pfft—

Ye Lingling was also amused by Dugu Yan's words, especially the last line.

One had to know that when Fang Xuan beat Ning Rongrong back then, he had aimed purely at her face. Dugu Yan had not been present at the time, but Ye Lingling had mentioned it to her. It counted as a humiliating dark chapter in Ning Rongrong's past, and now it had come in handy at just the right moment.

"You!"

Ning Rongrong trembled all over from Dugu Yan's angering words. It was one thing to be bullied outside, but now that she had returned to the vicinity of her own home and was still being bullied, how was she supposed to endure that?

Naturally, the commotion on this side also attracted quite a few people's attention.

Needless to say, Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan were both famous figures in Heaven Dou Royal Academy. There were practically no students in the academy who did not know the two of them.

As for Shrek's side, only Ning Rongrong was known to some people. The rest were almost all unfamiliar faces, but that did not stop everyone from watching the drama.

Looking at the crowd that had gathered around them, a thought suddenly rose in Ye Lingling's heart.

She looked toward Ning Rongrong, who was about to explode with rage, and the corners of her lips curved into a meaningful smile.

Immediately after, she took a step forward, her eyes narrowing slightly into crescents, her brows and gaze smiling like a pool of spring water, calm and gentle.

"Miss Ning Rongrong, why get so angry? You know very well what happened back then. If you hadn't offended us first, my husband would not have attacked you."

"I remember that on the day I was married, your father brought you over to apologize. Surely you aren't planning to go back on that now?"

She was no longer the Ye Lingling from before. Now, in her eyes, Ning Rongrong was merely an immature little brat.

To be precise, from their very first meeting, she had already seen that the other girl was a spoiled young miss.

Dugu Yan's personality was very similar to hers, but there was an essential difference.

Dugu Yan would not take the initiative to stir up trouble. To be more precise, she was too lazy to stir up trouble.

But Ning Rongrong was clearly not like that. She was purely domineering and arrogant. After all, the little witch of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was quite famous in Heaven Dou City.

"I disdain speaking to a shameless woman like you. Climbing into some wild man's bed in the middle of the night, acting just like a slut."

"Who are you calling a slut? Watch your filthy mouth!"

Before Ye Lingling could react, Dugu Yan exploded first.

"Who I'm talking about knows it in her own heart. Or could it be that I'm wrong?"

Seeing Dugu Yan so flustered and furious, Ning Rongrong seemed to have found an outlet for her anger. The rage on her face faded, replaced by a mocking smile as she kept pouring dirty water onto Ye Lingling.

"Since you like men so much, how about I introduce a few more to you? I'm afraid just one won't be enough for you to enjoy."

As she spoke, she even pointed at Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, and the others nearby. Her meaning was obvious.

Didn't you look down on them? Then I'll use the people you look down on the most to humiliate you.

But the expected explosion did not happen immediately.

A hand stretched across in front of Dugu Yan, stopping her.

Ye Lingling's movement was casual, even elegant, but the fingers she pressed against Dugu Yan's forearm carried an undeniable force.

"Yanzi, don't move." Her voice was still calm, like a lake without the slightest ripple. "If a dog bites you, are you going to bite it back?"

Dugu Yan froze for a moment. Her chest rose and fell violently a few times, but in the end, she still withdrew the half-step she had taken. Only her eyes remained fixed hard on Ning Rongrong, cold as a blade tempered in poison.

Seeing Ye Lingling's calm and unruffled manner, the anger in Ning Rongrong's heart not only failed to fade, it burned even hotter.

What she hated most were these neither-human-nor-ghost people and their "calmness," as if every attack she had just made had landed on cotton, without the slightest force.

"Mm. Are you finished?"

Ye Lingling tilted her head, her gaze falling on Ning Rongrong's face.

There was neither anger nor humiliation in her eyes. There was even a faint trace of pity, as if an adult were looking at a rude, unreasonable child throwing a tantrum.

"Leave when you're done talking. I have no interest in arguing with you here."

"But I'll say just one thing to you here: I love my husband very much, and he loves me just as much. Many people in Heaven Dou City know that."

"As for whether I'm a slut, say whatever you like. After all, the mouth is yours. It's not as if I can stop you, can I?"

There was no argument, and no attempt to stop her. Ye Lingling merely laid the facts before the other woman.

Lies did not hurt people. The truth was the sharpest blade.

All schemes and humiliation seemed so fragile before the facts.

Ning Rongrong stared fixedly at Ye Lingling before her, her teeth biting hard into her lower lip, both fists clenched tight, her nails digging into her palms.

She wanted to say something, but Tang San, beside her, held her back.

Tang San had been watching from the sidelines all along.

From the moment Ye Lingling opened her mouth, his brows had not once relaxed.

He remembered very clearly—the time they had met in Suotuo City, the Ye Lingling before him had still been a young girl who wore her emotions on her face, her joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness plain to see.

But the person standing before him now, in bearing, expression, and even her command of words, was like a completely different person from back then.

He could not see through her anymore.

That inability to see through her made him instinctively wary, like a hunter catching the scent of another of his kind.

"Rongrong, we're leaving."

Tang San's voice was low and steady, yet carried a decisiveness that brooked no argument.

He stepped sideways to block Ning Rongrong, his gaze meeting Ye Lingling's briefly in midair—one a bottomless dark pool, the other a cold mirror that saw everything clearly.

Ye Lingling smiled faintly. She did not avoid his gaze; instead, she gave a slight nod, as if in some silent greeting.

The corner of Tang San's eye twitched almost imperceptibly.

He said nothing more. Turning, he pulled the still-unwilling Ning Rongrong away and, with Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others, passed through the surrounding crowd and headed out of Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Dusk fell. The last rays of the setting sun shone on Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan, stretching their shadows very, very long.

"Lingling, you're letting her off just like that?"

Dugu Yan's anger had yet to fade. She gritted her teeth and spoke in a low voice.

Ye Lingling withdrew her gaze and lightly brushed the dust from her cuff, her voice drifting faintly in the evening wind.

"What's the hurry? There's plenty of time."

"Don't worry. I'm not who I used to be anymore."

Looking back, Ning Rongrong and the others were already nowhere to be seen. After a brief pause, Ye Lingling spoke again, her voice clear and cold, like droplets of water striking stone tiles and splashing into tiny sprays.

"It's about time the throne of the number-one support-type martial soul had a new face."