Worldly Wisdom Was Qingling's Weakness, and Yu Xiaogang and Tang San Were Dogged by Bad Luck

"Uh..." Chen Qingling had never imagined someone would actually want her personal autograph, and most importantly, the one asking was a female student.

Then again, Chen Qingling's looks could be said to appeal to both men and women!

Off to the side, Xiao Wu got jealous and puffed out her cheeks. Why hadn't she thought to ask Qingling for an autograph?

Damn it!

Someone else had beaten her to it!

No way!

She couldn't fall behind again!

Once they got back to the dormitory, she would ask for an autograph too.

However, once there was one person asking for an autograph, there came a second and a third, and an endless stream of students wanted Chen Qingling's signature.

Some even resorted to anything for a single autograph. "Senior Qingling, please, I'm begging you, give me an autograph!"

Chen Qingling's expression shifted slightly. She had never imagined that for the sake of one autograph, she would be completely surrounded by a crowd of fanatical little fans.

Xiao Wu, who had been beside her, was squeezed out instead, her face full of resentment and sourness.

She silently comforted herself in her heart. She wasn't envious at all.

What was there to envy? What was so great about an autograph? She even Shared a Bed with Qingling! They slept together!

Was there anyone better off than her?

No!

Seeing that people kept coming endlessly for autographs, before Chen Qingling could finish signing them, Xiao Wu directly squeezed into the crowd, pulled her away, and headed straight for the Work-Study Student Dormitory.

She couldn't stand staying here for even another moment.

"Xiao Wu, what's wrong? Why are you unhappy? Why did you pull me away?" Chen Qingling looked at her friend, who was in a bad mood, and had no idea why.

She didn't think she had done anything, and she didn't understand why Xiao Wu had suddenly become unhappy.

"Nothing. I just feel like you and I don't seem to be from the same world."

"Huh?"

Chen Qingling was confused. She completely failed to understand what Xiao Wu meant.

They were clearly always together, so why would they not be from the same world?

Xiao Wu looked at Chen Qingling with complicated eyes. She really was too pure, holding goodwill toward everyone.

To put it nicely, those people just now were little fans; to put it unpleasantly, they were paparazzi. They only thought about themselves and never considered Chen Qingling at all.

One person had to personally sign autographs for so many people. Wouldn't that be tiring?

With reddened eyes, Xiao Wu said, "Sister Qingling, your heart can't be too kind. You think of others in every way, yet you alone neglect yourself."

Chen Qingling blinked. "Do I? I was only doing what I should."

"No, that wasn't what you should do. You could have completely refused and not signed for them."

"But... they're classmates..."

"So what if they're classmates? Are you close to them?"

Chen Qingling was left speechless by Xiao Wu's retort. She suddenly felt that Xiao Wu made a lot of sense.

When it came to worldly wisdom, that was her weakness.

Chen Qingling lowered her head and thought for a little while. "Xiao Wu, I understand. In the future, I'll know how to refuse others."

Only then did Xiao Wu reveal a smile. "That's more like it!"

"One more thing, Sister Qingling. I have to make this clear to you in advance: men are no good at all."

After seeing that Chen Qingling did not understand anything, Xiao Wu felt it was necessary to warn her in advance.

It was only because Xiao Wu's father had abandoned mother and daughter and ignored them, so her impression of men was not very good.

She often thought that if he had not abandoned mother and daughter, perhaps her mother would not have died at Bibi Dong's hands.

Soul Hunting Forest.

The master and disciple, each harboring their own schemes, sat in a cave. Both of them were unusually covered in dust and grime.

One was using Yu Xiaogang to seek benefits for himself, while the other was using his disciple to make a name for himself.

"What rotten luck..." Thinking of what they had experienced a few minutes ago, Yu Xiaogang forcibly suppressed the urge to curse.

Tang San lowered his head and said nothing, wiping the mud off his body.

He did not know whether it was his imagination, but ever since he had met Chen Qingling, his luck had been getting worse and worse.

When he left the academy, he had nearly taken a fall, and after reaching Soul Hunting Forest, he had fallen into a trap together with Yu Xiaogang.

That was also why the two of them were unusually covered in dust and grime.

"Teacher, what Soul Beast are you planning to prepare for me?"

At the mention of Soul Beasts, Yu Xiaogang instantly perked up and straightened his back.

"Xiao San, I've already come up with a plan for your Soul Beast."

"Based on the principles I derived in my Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, your Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, is gentle and non-exclusive."

"Therefore, you don't necessarily have to follow your predecessors and absorb a plant-type Soul Beast."

Tang San's heart gave a jolt. He might not have read many books, but he could not deceive himself.

He had already harbored a certain degree of doubt toward Yu Xiaogang, and now his suspicion grew even stronger.

"I think it's better to play it safe."

"What? Xiao San, do you not believe me?"

"Xiao San, don't you want to give it a try? If your First Soul Ring comes from another kind of Soul Beast, perhaps it can give your Blue Silver Grass powerful offensive capabilities!"

To be honest, Tang San was tempted.

He knew very well just how trash his Blue Silver Grass was.

"Pack up. We'll keep moving."

"All right."

After simply brushing the dust off themselves, the two continued on their way.

No one knew how long they had walked when Yu Xiaogang suddenly felt his backside clench. He turned his head to look and nearly fainted from fright.

A four-legged snake less than a hundred years old had bitten onto his butt.

What kind of dogshit luck had he stepped in today?!

Fuck!

Yu Xiaogang's mentality collapsed.

Still, there was some good news: the snake that bit him was not venomous. He only had to suffer a bit of pain to his flesh.

He hurriedly summoned his Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao. "Luo Sanpao, hurry and save me."

Luo Sanpao let out a strange cry, then immediately aimed at Yu Xiaogang and released a loud fart.

Pfft.

It worked, but not completely.

The four-legged snake was directly knocked unconscious by the stench, but its mouth was still clamped stubbornly onto Yu Xiaogang's butt.

Smelling Luo Sanpao's foul fart, Yu Xiaogang's face was about to turn green.

Forcing down the urge to vomit, he called out to Tang San, "Xiao San, help me. Pull this Soul Beast out."

The stink in the air still lingered to some extent. The moment Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, a bit of the foul air was inhaled, nearly choking him to death.

If he did not speak, he had to endure the pain in his backside. If he did speak, he had to eat fart.

He had not encountered many Soul Beasts, yet bad luck had latched onto him.

Tang San nodded, came behind Yu Xiaogang, covered his hands with Mystic Jade Hand, and pulled hard.

"Hiss... ah..."

An intense wave of pain surged from his backside. Yu Xiaogang did not manage to grit his teeth and endure it in time, letting out a miserable scream.

"Master, it's pulled out."

Yu Xiaogang looked utterly drained, his breathing rapid. He had successfully picked his life back up.

"Xiao San, that's enough for today. Tomorrow, I'll find you a suitable Soul Beast."

"All right."

They found another relatively safe cave and temporarily settled there.

"Luo Sanpao, guard the cave entrance. If there's any sign of trouble, call out."

"Awooo, awooo, awooo!"

The atmosphere gradually quieted. After hesitating again and again, Tang San still asked what was on his mind. "Master, are you using your disciple to make a name for yourself? And to prove your theory?"

That single sentence left Yu Xiaogang silent. He gave a bitter smile.

"What? You know what happened at the Canteen? Do you think I'm very useless?"

"I do indeed want to make a name for myself through my disciple, and I also want to prove my theory."

A theory that had not been put into practice could only remain a theory. No one would spare him another glance, and he would not be respected by others.