Reaping What He Sowed, Still Unrepentant

Afternoon.

Beneath the old poplar tree at the village entrance, several hens scratched through the dirt for food, clucking as they did. Every so often, they lifted their heads to look around before lowering them again and continuing to scratch.

Outside the village, a dirt road packed with yellow earth wound around the settlement. Its surface was uneven and covered in small stones and fallen leaves.

Two rows of old poplars stood along both sides of the road. Their trunks were thick, their canopies dense, and their golden leaves rustled in the autumn wind. Every now and then, a few leaves drifted down, spinning as they fell onto the road.

At that moment, Oscar was jogging around the outskirts of the village while eating a large sausage.

The sausage swung back and forth in his hand as he occasionally took a bite. His cheeks bulged as he chewed, and his chewing rhythm was completely out of sync with his running pace.

Because of his own actions and Flender's furious punishment, he had been assigned thirty more laps than he would have run in the original storyline.

At his current speed, even if he could run tirelessly without stopping, he would not finish all fifty laps until the following morning.

Of course, he could not run without tiring. In fact, before he had even completed ten laps, his legs had already begun to go weak.

Thus, Oscar secretly came to hate the lump of iron in Ning Rongrong's hand.

If it had not been for that thing, he might have been able to run alongside that little beauty.

Even if they could not "fly wing to wing," at least he would not have had to run fifty laps around the village by himself.

Fifty laps, fifty laps!

When the hell was this going to end?

"Xiao Ao!" A familiar voice suddenly rang out from the dirt road at the village entrance.

Oscar looked over and saw that Dai Mubai, who had been gone for nearly half a month, had unexpectedly appeared at the entrance to the village.

"Boss Dai!" Oscar's eyes instantly lit up.

He quickly stuffed the half-eaten large sausage into his mouth, puffing out his cheeks. While chewing, he waved at Dai Mubai, swinging his arm hard over his head as though afraid the other man would not see him.

The two quickened their pace and met beneath an old poplar by the roadside.

Dai Mubai looked Oscar up and down. Seeing his dusty face and sweat-soaked body, he frowned slightly, his tone carrying a hint of confusion and curiosity.

"Xiao Ao, what are you doing here? Were you punished?"

"Ah, don't even mention it." Oscar pulled a bitter face and told him everything that had happened in full detail.

At first, Dai Mubai listened absentmindedly and even seemed a little distracted. But the moment Oscar mentioned "three new female students," his ears perked up and a sharp glint flashed through his eyes.

"Xiao Ao, are you saying female students have joined our academy?" Dai Mubai quickly asked, unable to suppress the excitement in his voice.

"Listen, Boss Dai." Oscar's expression suddenly turned serious. "Let me make this clear, brother. I've got my eye on the one named Ning Rongrong."

"If you dare set your sights on her, don't blame me for turning against you."

"How could I?" Dai Mubai gave Oscar's shoulder a hard pat. "I'm not interested in the skinny type you described. I like women with more generous figures."

"Curves in all the right places, slim waists and long legs. They've got everything they should have, and all the places that should be full are full."

"That's what a real woman is. Your Ning Rongrong is skinny as a bamboo pole. Boring."

As he spoke, Dai Mubai could not help recalling the voluptuous married women he had picked up in Suotuo City a few days ago.

Over the past few days, he had spent plenty of time indulging himself in Suotuo City. The reason was simple: revenge.

Because of Zhao Linchuan's Dragon Whisker Needle, Dai Mubai had no choice but to follow a healing Soul Master's advice and have himself "cut open" to remove the "magic pill" that the Dragon Whisker Needle had damaged.

After the "operation," in order to preserve his reputation, he had not hesitated to kill both the healing Soul Master who had "cut him open" and that seductive woman.

Afterward, he could still display his prowess, but only once. Beyond that, he could only rely on "Wild Donkey Is Not As Good As Me" to forcibly "rally his spirits."

The feeling was like riding a horse on the verge of collapsing. No matter how viciously he whipped it, it could only take a few more steps.

"I won't compete with you for the other two."

Oscar revealed a sleazy grin, his eyes narrowing into slits and the corner of his mouth crooked. His smile carried a lewd, ingratiating air.

"As long as you've got what it takes, you can even take both of them at once."

"But don't touch Ning Rongrong. She's mine."

"Just watch me." Dai Mubai's words brimmed with confidence, as though he had already pinned them down on a bed.

"Where are they now? What are their names? I'll go meet them right away."

"They went to the stream at the west end of the village. As for their names, I don't know. I only know that the one I like is called Ning Rongrong."

Oscar answered, frowned as he thought back, then seemed to recall something and hurriedly added:

"But Boss Dai, you should be careful. There's also a newly arrived teacher with them."

"I'm not sure how strong he is, but he looks young, around twelve or thirteen."

Clearly, Zhao Wuji and Li Yusong had not truthfully explained what had happened yesterday.

"A twelve- or thirteen-year-old can be a teacher?"

Dai Mubai gave a soft scoff, snorted disdainfully through his nose, and curled his lips downward as he said carelessly:

"Watch me win them over. Then I'll be their teacher."

With that, Dai Mubai turned and headed directly toward the west end of the village.

With his back to Oscar, he raised a hand and waved it twice over his head, saying with great confidence:

"Just wait. Once I've taken down those two, I'll help you take down that Ning Rongrong too!"

"Then we brothers can compare and see who's better!"

"Then you'd better work hard, Boss Dai! Your brother will be waiting for your good news!"

Oscar shouted at Dai Mubai's retreating back. An expectant smile hung on his face, and his eyes were full of longing, as though he could already see himself walking hand in hand with Ning Rongrong beneath the setting sun.

By the stream.

Although autumn had already arrived, the banks of the stream remained lush and green.

The stream water was crystal clear, and its gentle babbling sounded especially crisp amid the afternoon's quiet, like a lullaby that would never end.

The four of them had finished lunch some time ago.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing were meditating and cultivating inside the tent, while Ning Rongrong had been clinging to Zhao Linchuan, asking him to tell her embarrassing stories from Xiao Wu's childhood.

"Rongrong." Zhao Linchuan spoke sternly, his brow slightly furrowed as he looked at her with a gaze as sharp as a sword.

"Look at Xiao Wu and the others, then look at yourself."

"At your age, how can you possibly have the leisure to play around instead of cultivating properly?"

"If you really want to play, wouldn't it be better to wait until you become a Title Douluo?"