Be My Girlfriend

Was that really necessary?

This was something that had only ever appeared in legends. They had merely heard of it, never expecting to witness the real thing today.

Even Ning Rongrong, who had been waiting beside them for Zhang Nan, was stunned. It was not as if she had never heard of Twin Martial Souls before, but when it truly appeared before her eyes, she could barely react.

A faint smile hung on Zhang Nan's lips.

"What? You're not taking me?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Flander and Zhao Wuji snapped back to their senses, but they could not even speak properly.

"Yes, we'll take you. Th-this student, wh-what's your name?"

"Aren't you going to test my soul power?"

Zhang Nan looked disdainful. What kind of trash school was this? They actually dared to act all cute and coy in front of him? The moment he revealed his Twin Martial Souls, everyone here was garbage.

For a Twin Martial Soul to appear at their academy was an immense blessing. How could Flander and Zhao Wuji dare ask Zhang Nan to test his soul power? They immediately presented the qualification certificate to him with both hands.

Huh?

Zhang Nan did not even glance at the damn qualification certificate. He walked straight over to Ning Rongrong and said softly, "Let's go!"

"Huh? You're not enrolling?"

Not only was Ning Rongrong stunned by Zhang Nan's actions, but even those waiting in line behind him were dumbfounded.

What the hell was going on? This was Shrek Academy, an academy that only recruited monsters. Normally, they were the ones choosing others. When had anyone ever chosen them?

Did he know how many people dreamed of this? Zhang Nan had not even bothered to look at the qualification certificate?

Was this a blatant provocation?

"Stop!"

A clear flash of anger appeared on Zhao Wuji's fierce face, but due to the youth's identity, he did not immediately lash out.

"Something wrong?"

Zhang Nan turned and glanced at him, not even giving Zhao Wuji a proper look. Besides, he had never said he wanted to enroll. He had only come over out of curiosity.

"Nothing. I just wanted to ask who your master is."

Zhao Wuji merely wanted to pry some information out of Zhang Nan, then suppress him in front of everyone. Would Zhang Nan possibly give him what he wanted?

"What does my master have to do with you?"

The moment Zhang Nan said that, the atmosphere instantly froze. Zhao Wuji was, after all, a Soul Sage of over level seventy, and he had once fought head-on against a level eighty Soul Douluo despite the difference in rank.

Not only was he hot-tempered, but he was also built like a brute. There was no telling whether he might rush over right now.

The Five Tiger Generals were also boiling with rage. Someone actually dared scold their young master to his face?

As long as Zhao Wuji dared take one step forward, they guaranteed they would make him lose a leg in an instant.

"Kid, you're the first person who has ever dared speak to me like that. Very good. I, Zhao Wuji, will remember you!"

Remember me? Then you'd better remember me well!

Zhang Nan did not respond to Zhao Wuji. He sneered inwardly, did not spare him another glance, and left with Ning Rongrong.

--

They had walked some distance away.

"You really have Twin Martial Souls? And you still haven't answered what I asked earlier!"

Ning Rongrong was extremely curious about Zhang Nan's way of doing things. He clearly could have joined the academy, yet he refused. And not only did he refuse, he even seemed to deliberately offend one of its instructors.

And those Twin Martial Souls from before... were they real or fake? If they were real, then the legend of Twin Martial Souls was not a legend at all, but something that truly existed.

"Yes, Twin Martial Souls. I'm not enrolling because I don't like the way they recruit students!"

Zhang Nan was not lying at all. The original protagonist, Tang San, was dead. What use was Shrek Academy now? Besides, with the Universal System, why would he need to enroll in any academy? What could an academy possibly do for him?

Still, the trip had not been wasted. He had actually met Ning Rongrong, such a treasure of a girl, along the way.

"Ha ha, I've discovered that you're quite interesting. Let me introduce myself again. My name is Ning Rongrong—Ning as in peace, Rong as in honor. What's your name?" Ning Rongrong asked with a smile.

"Zhang Nan. Zhang as in composition, Nan as in southern wind. It's getting late. Come on, I'll treat you to dinner. How about it?"

"Sure, sure!"

Ning Rongrong rarely left her sect. This was her first time venturing out, and she had met someone so interesting and powerful. She was delighted as she followed Zhang Nan toward the nearby town.

They found a restaurant and sat down.

"Is there anything you like to eat?"

Women paid attention to details and liked being cared for—though naturally, only by people they were interested in. From the moment Ning Rongrong took the initiative to ask Zhang Nan's name, he knew, using his twenty-first-century flirting skills, that the cooked duck was practically in his mouth.

"I don't know what to eat either. You order. I'm fine with anything!"

Ning Rongrong frowned slightly, looking completely at a loss.

"Then bring us two of your restaurant's signature dishes."

"Right away!"

At this moment, the Five Tiger Generals downstairs had also found a round table and started eating. Although they did not have horses, Zhang Nan sent them a message through their master-servant connection: eat whatever they wanted and order whatever they liked, but drink less. He would pay the bill later.

--

The waiter was perceptive and arranged four or five signature dishes along with some lower-proof homemade wine. After all, there were only two of them, a man and a woman, and Ning Rongrong, a young lady from a distinguished family, surely could not eat much.

Before long, all the dishes were served.

Time to eat!

Zhang Nan wolfed down his food. Seeing that Ning Rongrong had not touched her chopsticks for a while, he guessed she might be embarrassed.

"Eat. What are you afraid of? That I can't afford to pay?"

"No, no... okay!"

With Zhang Nan's humorous remark and his enthusiastic invitation, Ning Rongrong, who usually did not eat much, began taking large bites like him.

"Haha, that's more like it. Food only tastes good when you eat big mouthfuls!"

Zhang Nan took a sip of wine.

"This wine barely has any kick. It's like plain water. Go ahead and drink."

"Okay!"

Ning Rongrong had never drunk this before. She had not wanted to drink it either, but for some reason, she accepted it as if possessed. Before she even drank, her face had already turned rosy red.

She looked rather pretty like that. He could not let that brat Oscar have her.

Zhang Nan smiled. "How is it? Not bad, right?"

Ning Rongrong nodded. "Mm-hmm. It smells like rice and tastes good!"

"Then since you've finished it all, how about becoming my girlfriend?"

Don't be fooled by the obedient appearance of rich young ladies. They were actually rebellious at heart; it was merely buried deep in their subconscious after living so long in a well-disciplined environment.

Zhang Nan had strength, looks, an unruly personality, and professional twenty-first-century flirting techniques. As long as he wanted a girl, there was no girl he could not win over.

"A female friend? Of course!"

Ning Rongrong was naturally happy to make a friend with Twin Martial Souls.

Zhang Nan explained it to her.

"No, no, no. A female friend is a female friend, but a girlfriend is what you call a woman you're in a romantic relationship with. Understand?"