After listening, Yang Xing chuckled and pulled the Palm Fan farther over his face, his tone languid.
"As expected of my darling disciple. So popular."
Xiao Wu happened to come out of the house carrying a teapot and a plate of pastries. Hearing that, she nodded repeatedly, a teasing smile on her face.
"Rongrong's really popular at the academy. Every time class starts or ends, a crowd of boys blocks the door, all trying to strike up a conversation with her."
She set the teapot on the stone table, a touch of glee at someone else's misfortune creeping into her voice.
"Oscar works so hard to fend them off for her every time. Unfortunately, he's only a Food-Type Soul Master. He's no match for those Combat Soul Masters trying to chat Rongrong up. In the end, she has to chase them off herself."
Ning Rongrong raised her chin and folded her arms, practically overflowing with pride.
"Of course. What can I say? I'm just that outstanding."
No sooner had she spoken than she hopped over to Xiao Wu, snatched up the teapot and pastry plate, and set them on the table beside them. Her nimble fingers darted toward Xiao Wu's waist to tickle her.
"You're just like me! You're surrounded by all sorts of boys every day too!"
Xiao Wu hunched her waist and dodged backward, laughing so hard she could barely breathe. Ning Rongrong pressed her advantage, even cupping Xiao Wu's chest with one hand and testing its weight, her tongue showing no mercy.
"Your body's getting more and more sexy. You're getting closer to Zhu Qing by the day."
"Stop, stop! Rongrong, quit it!" Xiao Wu shook like blossoms in the breeze with laughter, her hands flailing to fend her off.
Ning Rongrong narrowed her eyes teasingly.
"Oh,