Ah Yin is Ruined

Lin Hui felt the touch of Ah Yin's delicate, smooth skin as she lay in his arms, and he was struck with shock.

What was going on?

Why did she come out? What is happening!

This is a dormitory! There are so many people here; couldn't she wait until there were fewer people?

The child is here too; I can't exactly do anything in front of him, can I?

However, Lin Hui recalled that in the anime corresponding to the game he played in his past life, there was a yellow electric mouse that disliked staying in its Poké Ball and often ran out.

Now that Ah Yin had run out as well, it was probably reasonable enough.

Ah Yin radiated a faint, botanical fragrance, and her blue hair looked black in the night. She kept her eyes closed, as if she had lost her previous memories.

"No, Master, it's too comfortable here; I want to stay with Master!" Ah Yin let out a sound like a spoiled child.

She must mean that staying inside my Ultra Ball martial soul is comfortable. After all, my Ultra Ball martial soul can heal her injuries and restore her soul power, Lin Hui thought to himself.

This recovery speed is much faster than Tang Hao foolishly planting her in some random patch of dirt.

In a few years, she should be able to regain consciousness. But I don't know when she will recover the combat strength of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast.

Because she is a soul beast, and because I have helped her, plus the master-servant bond formed after her capture, is that why she wants to stay with me?

Lin Hui stroked her head. Of course, faced with such a beauty, Lin Hui couldn't just stop at her head.

No matter where he touched, Ah Yin showed no signs of rejection.

What a pity, ah, I really wish I could grow up faster!

Lin Hui covered her with the quilt and glanced left and right; it would be bad if Ah Yin were discovered by others.

Fortunately, it was already late at night, and everyone was fast asleep. Wang Sheng was even snoring loudly.

As for Tang San, he was also in a deep slumber.

Little San, you would never guess that the mother you yearn for so much is lying in my arms right now...

Hao-zi, you must be as anxious as an ant on a hot pan right now.

Heh, heh, heh.

"Ah Yin, you sleep here for a while, and when it's almost dawn, go back into the Ultra Ball, okay?" Lin Hui's voice was very gentle.

"Okay." Ah Yin's voice was very faint, and even her breath carried a sweet, botanical scent.

"Good girl..."

Lin Hui stroked Ah Yin's head, but thinking of the malice Tang San had directed at him recently, Lin Hui felt he should do something about this soul beast.

Lin Hui also crawled under the quilt, joining Ah Yin.

Having been alone for the night, Lin Hui was also very sleepy, and he drifted off to sleep.

The next day, when Lin Hui woke up, there was indeed only his own body on the bed.

"Lin Hui, why are your dark circles so heavy? Did you not sleep well last night?" Xiao Wu asked curiously after putting on her academy uniform.

Lin Hui rubbed his eyes.

"Yes, I was researching something last night."

"Researching something? Is it something related to martial souls?" Xiao Wu asked, looking puzzled.

"Hmm..." Lin Hui thought for a moment, "It is indeed related to martial souls."

Tang San had also woken up, and seeing Lin Hui and Xiao Wu chatting, he quickly came over to interrupt their conversation.

"Today is the day of the Notting Academy Grand Competition, Xiao Wu. We should go prepare early."

Xiao Wu also noticed that every time she spoke to Lin Hui, Tang San would act strangely.

He seemed particularly unwilling to let her have any contact with Lin Hui.

But Lin Hui is clearly very interesting, too? Why not!

This only piqued Xiao Wu's curiosity about Lin Hui even more.

Lin Hui said to Tang San with a pointed tone, "Little San, do you know where people are born from?"

Tang San was a bit confused and even felt a little embarrassed, his face turning red. "This... who doesn't know that..."

"Haha," Lin Hui gave a dry laugh, "But I know where you were born from... heh heh..."

Tang San was even more baffled, but judging by Lin Hui's tone, it sounded as if he were being blinded by something.

Last night, Tang San had just dreamed of his mother; although her features were somewhat blurry, her figure was still that of a beautiful woman.

Why did Lin Hui happen to ask this strange question? Tang San thought to himself. It must just be a coincidence.

Soon, it was time for the Academy Grand Competition.

At a ring on the edge of the playground, all the first-year students and teachers had gathered.

After all, this was the first time since enrollment that the students' strength was being tested, and through actual combat at that, so the teachers were all looking forward to it.

These children had only recently awakened their martial spirits, so the gap in their strength was not yet significant, often making the matches more suspenseful.

Furthermore, it frequently happened that students favored by the teachers performed poorly in actual combat.

There was often a vast difference between the theoretical calculation of a soul master's strength and their performance in real battle.

Naturally, for this annual grand competition, almost everyone's eyes were focused on these three individuals.

Lin Hui, Tang San, and Xiao Wu!

All three of them were soul masters with innate full soul power. Before they enrolled, no soul master with innate full soul power had ever appeared in the history of Notting Academy, or even in the records of Fasinuo Province.

Yet this year, three had appeared all at once!

It was as if soul masters with innate full soul power were being sold wholesale.

Naturally, Yu Xiaogang also stood among the teachers with his head held high and chest puffed out, his every gesture exuding extraordinary confidence.

His gaze was also fixed firmly on Tang San.

After all, once Tang San won the championship today, he would finally be able to hold his head high within the academy.

As long as today passes, I will definitely make everyone look at me with new eyes and make them understand who the true "Grandmaster" is! Hahaha! Yu Xiaogang thought to himself, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

Teacher Li Chun stood in the very center of the arena and announced in a loud voice.

"Today is the day for the first-year students of Notting Academy to compete, and all students must participate. The rules are simple: everyone will draw a number. Number one faces number two, number three faces number four, and so on. It is an arena-style match; if you are knocked down for ten seconds without getting up, or are knocked out of the ring, you lose."

"However, you must not intentionally cause serious injury, and you are strictly forbidden from taking a life. Additionally, if an opponent has already conceded, you must not continue to attack them."

"Now, everyone, begin the drawing."

A large cardboard box was placed in the center of the arena, filled with small white balls labeled with numbers.

Whenever a student drew a ball, a teacher standing to the side would identify the number and record it.

"Brother San, I'm number 3. What number did you draw?" Xiao Wu asked.

"I'm number 65," Tang San replied.

It seemed Xiao Wu really cared about him; thinking of this, Tang San felt quite pleased.

"Lin Hui, what number are you?" Xiao Wu asked.

Tang San's face instantly darkened.