Dinner Party

Spending his energy stubbornly wrestling with will transmission right now was truly "picking up sesame seeds and losing the watermelon."

His divine sense receded like the tide, and the night fell silent once more.

Early the next morning, Qian Ren Shuang was woken by a damp sensation.

A rough, warm tongue was licking his face back and forth with outrageous enthusiasm, from forehead to chin, from left cheek to right cheek, not leaving a single inch of skin untouched by this "morning cleansing."

"Mm... Guilmon... stop..." Qian Ren Shuang mumbled groggily, reaching out to push away that huge head.

In the end, Qian Ren Shuang rolled his eyes—morning grumpiness simply couldn't flare up in front of this glutton.

Seeing that Shuang had finally opened his eyes, Guilmon immediately began begging with perfect justification. "Shuang, I'm hungry. Meat patties."

Qian Ren Shuang sighed helplessly, flexed his fingers, and then released his second martial soul.

He had not inherited his family's Angel Martial Soul, yet he could still keep his status as Spirit Hall's young master because of his identity as someone with twin martial souls.

And his second martial soul was extremely special—it was neither a tool martial soul, nor a beast martial soul, nor even a body martial soul, but a line of virtual characters suspended in the air:

Food Is Heaven.

Qian Ren Shuang found a washbasin and used his Food Is Heaven martial soul to fill it with eight jin of meat, three jin of salmon, and three jin of watermelon flesh as an appetizing breakfast.

Because of his Guilmon's preferences, when Qian Ren Shuang created the meat, salmon, and watermelon flesh, he spent a little extra mental energy carving them into flat, chibi-style Guilmon head designs.

As for why Qian Ren Shuang could use both martial souls at once? The reason was simple: because Bibi Dong had given him the Twin Martial Soul Cultivation Method.

With that, using two martial souls at once did not cause him even the slightest backlash.

"Qian Ren Shuang, this Food Is Heaven martial soul of yours is so convenient!" Guilmon chewed great mouthfuls of meat patties as he mumbled in admiration, not even bothering to wipe away the scraps of meat falling from the corners of his mouth. "And it tastes really good too!"

"As long as you like it." Qian Ren Shuang propped his cheek on one hand and tilted his head, enjoying the sight of Guilmon feasting heartily.

At that moment, it was as if he were watching a mukbang—and the kind with an astonishing appetite and a bold way of eating that made anyone watching feel especially hungry.

"Hey—Qian Ren Shuang, open the door! I'm taking you to the cafeteria!" Zhao Wuji's voice sounded outside, accompanied by knocks on the door, carrying a hint of an on-duty teacher's impatience while urging students along.

Qian Ren Shuang got up and opened the door. Zhao Wuji stepped inside, his gaze landing on Guilmon, who was by the bed with his head lowered as he wolfed down food, and he froze slightly.

Across the entire Douluo Continent, twin martial souls, in ordinary people's understanding, were something that could only be encountered by luck and never sought out.

So at that moment, Zhao Wuji subconsciously assumed these meat patties were emergency rations Qian Ren Shuang had taken from a storage soul tool.

Besides, creating food and water according to his will was the innate ability of the Food Is Heaven martial soul, not some spirit ring ability, so naturally there was no need to recite any spirit incantation.

Zhao Wuji could not help but shake his head in amusement. "Let's go. The things you brought yourself will run out sooner or later. I'll take you to the cafeteria, and we can familiarize you with the campus on the way."

After everyone finished breakfast, they toured the campus along the way and arrived at the sports field.

Everything was the same as in the original text: Flender had Ning Rongrong and Oscar run laps, while the others temporarily rested, preparing to go to the Soto Great Spirit Arena that night to compete and earn money.

Qian Ren Shuang's current identity was "Ning Rongrong's guard."

If this little ancestor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had anything happen to her while running, he would have no way to explain it to Ning Fengzhi.

Qian Ren Shuang sighed, resigned himself to it, and started running after her. "Guilmon, keep up!"

Although the magic dragon bloodline in Guilmon's body had not been activated, he still belonged to the type with overflowing energy that needed an outlet.

In other words: as long as he was not exhausted to the extreme, Guilmon was actually quite enthusiastic about things that used up physical strength, so naturally he followed behind now.

Zhu Zhuqing watched Guilmon run off, and a thought flashed through her mind: Guilmon is stronger than me, and even he works this hard. How can I slack off? So she silently followed as well.

The moment Dai Mubai saw Zhu Zhuqing run, he chased after her without another word.

"A running race? Count me in!" Xiao Wu loved excitement and chaos. She hopped twice in excitement and ran out after them too.

"Xiao Wu! The dean didn't tell us combat spirit masters to run too!" Tang San, being the sister-obsessed one he was, reminded her from behind while helplessly chasing after her.

Ma Hongjun watched the group run off in a grand procession, let out a huge yawn, and muttered, "I really don't understand these people. Running is exhausting. How could it be as comfortable as sleeping?" Then he turned and went back to the dorm, flopped down, and fell asleep.

Halfway through the run, Ning Rongrong, this pampered little princess, finally couldn't hold on anymore.

Once her young lady temper flared, she simply stopped, put both hands on her hips, and solemnly announced to everyone, "This young lady is tired! Anyone want to go with me to a nearby restaurant to eat?"

"We haven't even finished one lap yet..." Oscar wiped away sweat and was still earnestly trying to persuade her from the side. "The dean told us to run twenty laps. We should hurry up and keep running."

Before he could finish, Qian Ren Shuang cut him off without the slightest courtesy. "Sure. Running isn't that useful anyway. Let's go eat."

"Guilmon wants meat!" Guilmon immediately raised a front claw in agreement.

"Anyone else want to come with me?" Ning Rongrong had originally still been hesitant. Going off to eat alone instead of listening to the dean made her feel somewhat nervous. But with Qian Ren Shuang and Guilmon making their stance clear, her confidence instantly grew.

Xiao Wu leaned over, her eyes shining. "Will there be carrots to eat?"

"Yes! Of course! Eat as much as you want, I have money!" Ning Rongrong patted her chest with loud thumps, carrying herself like a wealthy madam inspecting her own estate.

"Yay! Ge, let's go eat!" The moment Xiao Wu heard there would be unlimited carrots, she excitedly tugged at Tang San's sleeve.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Ning Rongrong was bursting with generosity. Without even looking at the menu, she waved her little hand at the waiter. "Bring one of every dish first! Also, if any dish contains carrots or meat, bring five extra portions!"

Dish after dish was served, soon covering the entire table. Guilmon wolfed them down, personally showing everyone what it meant to eat an entire pig in one bite.

While eating carrots, Xiao Wu pointed at Qian Ren Shuang and asked Ning Rongrong with ill intent, "Rongrong, when we were signing up, it looked like you really listened to Brother Shuang. Don't tell me it's because his face is so good-looking that he charmed you silly?"

At Xiao Wu's words, Ning Rongrong glanced at Qian Ren Shuang, lifted her head, puffed out her chest, and refuted with confidence, "How could that be? I admit his face is exactly my type, but that's only one of the reasons. I'm not that shallow."