Men's Preferences

Because his head hurt so badly, Ma Hongjun had no attention to spare for his martial soul being mocked as a turkey. He could only endure the pain and ask again, "Big bro, what side effects does your Guilmon have? How do you deal with them?"

Guilmon still did not forget to twist the knife from the side. "Evil Fire Phoenix? Looks more like a chicken playing with fire and burning itself to death to me."

As soon as that came out, everyone around them could not help laughing.

"Now that's more like it." Only then did Qian Ren Shuang let go.

The moment Ma Hongjun broke free, he immediately hid behind Zhao Wuji and complained pitifully, "Teacher Zhao, look! He just got here and he's already pulling my hair and bullying people!"

Zhao Wuji's nickname was the "Motionless Bright King," but this sort of hair-pulling was, in his eyes, only at the level of children messing around, so he did not take it seriously at all.

He casually soothed him. "It's just a few hairs getting pulled. You're not even hurt. That doesn't count as anything."

Afraid the topic would stray, Oscar hurriedly pulled it back. "Enough, enough, stop messing around. Brother Shuang, hurry up and tell us, how exactly did you solve Guilmon's side effects?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm way too curious!" Ma Hongjun quickly echoed.

But when Ma Hongjun turned his head and saw the pretty Ning Rongrong, then thought of how Guilmon's name sounded like "dick beast," his mind instantly filled in all the blanks.

He felt that the Qian Ren Shuang before him was just like himself, both finding women to vent their evil fire.

After Qian Ren Shuang saw Ma Hongjun's gaze sweep over Ning Rongrong, he caught the flash of self-satisfied understanding in those eyes, as if Ma Hongjun believed he had seen through everything.

As a fellow man, he knew far too well what that look meant—nothing more than thoughts like, "This chick looks pretty good," or "Her figure's pretty stacked too."

Without another word, Qian Ren Shuang raised his hand and gave Ma Hongjun a sharp knuckle rap right on the crown of his head. The crisp sound echoed through the registration area.

"Ow!" Ma Hongjun clutched his head and cried out in pain.

Qian Ren Shuang cast a glance at the stone-dead Li Yusong on the ground, his tone as cold as tempered ice. "This person is the protection target I was sent out for this time. If I dared to lay a finger on her, I'd be sliced into mince by her two Title Douluo grandfathers—if you lot dare to make a move on her, don't blame me for being impolite."

He deliberately stressed the three words "being impolite," his gaze sweeping in turn over Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, and Oscar's faces. His meaning could not have been any clearer: I am not joking with you.

Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, and Oscar all shivered at once. They hurriedly shifted their gazes away from Ning Rongrong and nodded repeatedly like chicks pecking rice as they promised, "We wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare! We absolutely don't have any thoughts in that direction!"

After warning these three lustful, death-defying guys, Qian Ren Shuang's expression finally eased, and he patiently continued explaining. "As for the side effects, they're that it's relatively violent. Our original method for dealing with it was split into two steps. On one hand, we pressed Guilmon to the ground and used violence to subdue violence. If once didn't work, then twice; if twice didn't work, then three times..."

"What about the other hand?" Ma Hongjun could not wait to ask. After all, this method might give him a new idea for suppressing his evil fire, and both his ears were practically pricking up.

"The other hand—" Qian Ren Shuang paused, and his tone suddenly became somewhat subtle. "During those three and a half years, what I mainly practiced was still zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, to cultivate my temperament."

"Correction." Ning Rongrong raised her hand, as eager as a student rushing to answer in class. "He didn't practice the zither. It was the flute. Flute, chess, calligraphy, and painting."

A trace of unnaturalness flashed across Qian Ren Shuang's face after being exposed. He coughed and tried to cover for himself. "Isn't 'flute, chess, calligraphy, and painting' a little awkward to say? 'Zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting' rolls off the tongue better."

Ning Rongrong put on a righteous expression, lifted her chin slightly, and said with awe-inspiring integrity, "This is called being rigorous!"

"Fine, fine, fine. Rigorous, rigorous, rigorous..." Qian Ren Shuang could not be bothered to argue with her over such a small matter, so he simply followed her meaning and brushed it off.

I'd have to practice flute, chess, calligraphy, and painting too... Then forget it. Too tiring. Ma Hongjun silently beat a retreat in his heart. Asking him to fight and cultivate was fine, but asking him to sit down and dabble in refined arts? He might as well go take two more knuckle raps.

Side effects from naturally possessing the Killing God Domain? Twenty-one years old, minus the six years before awakening, then minus the three years spent... His actual cultivation time is only around twelve years. Tang Hao, who was hiding off to the side and eavesdropping, silently calculated Qian Ren Shuang's approximate talent in his heart.

Just then, Guilmon smelled an enticing fragrance coming from Oscar. Its massive body drew close to Oscar, its mouth opening slightly to reveal a row of sharp teeth, drool dripping down the corners of its mouth. "Wow~ the sausage smell on you is so good!"

Oscar looked at Guilmon's teeth, which could bite off his arm in one mouthful, and its coldly gleaming claws. At first, he truly felt a little intimidated.

But he quickly adjusted his mindset, took a deep breath, and shouted that signature line: "Your daddy has a big sausage—"

As soon as the words fell, a sausage appeared in Oscar's hand. He tentatively handed it to Guilmon. "Come see if it suits your taste?"

Although Qian Ren Shuang was rather extreme in how he handled people and matters, he was not someone who hit everyone he met. He took out a gold soul coin from his storage soul tool and tossed it to Oscar. "We're all from the same academy. See how many I can buy from you with this."

"Oscar," Zhao Wuji spoke first to remind him, "this person is called Qian Ren Shuang. From now on, he'll be your teacher. The price you give him for your sausages had better be fair."

"Got it!" Oscar took the gold soul coin, his face piling up with a professional smile. "I sell them to other people for five copper soul coins each. Since you're a teacher, I'll give you the friendship price of one copper soul coin each."

One gold soul coin exchanged for one hundred silver soul coins, and one silver soul coin exchanged for one hundred copper soul coins.

With such a huge order coming in, Oscar felt delighted by this deal.

Because during this registration process, Zhao Wuji had been chatting with Qian Ren Shuang the whole time, the situation from the original text where, after registration ended, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing all fainted and were carried into the dormitory to rest did not occur.

After registration was completely finished, Zhao Wuji clapped his hands. "All right, all right. You eight should first get to know one another."

Logically speaking, beauties had a natural attraction for boys.

Not to mention that Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing on the scene all belonged to the top tier in looks, and Zhu Zhuqing in particular was so well developed that girls her age would feel ashamed of their inferiority.

But reality proved that—to boys, a living, breathing dinosaur that could spit fire was far more attractive than three pretty girls.

Dai Mubai, Tang San, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun surrounded Guilmon in a tight circle and bombarded it with questions all at once:

"Guilmon, how strong are you?"

"Guilmon, how fast can you run?"

"Guilmon, how hard a thing can your sharp teeth and claws cut through?"

"Guilmon, how strong an attack can your skin block?"

The questions came one after another like a string of firecrackers, while Guilmon only answered everyone's questions one by one in its simple, honest way.