That evening, Dai Mubai first went to Ning Rongrong's dorm room.
Reunited after their brief separation, Ning Rongrong was even clingier than usual.
The moment the door closed, she pressed herself against him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rose onto her toes to plant her soft, warm lips at the corner of his mouth.
Her teasing made Dai Mubai's breathing grow heavier. He pinned her against the door, lowered his head, and kissed her deeply.
They remained entwined by the door for a long time, their clothes thoroughly rumpled.
In the end, Dai Mubai had to flee to Zhu Zhuqing's room again, still burning with pent-up desire. He tormented her for half the night before finally relenting.
Eight months later, only one month remained until the tournament.
Dai Mubai had turned seventeen and now stood over a meter ninety, with broad shoulders and a powerful build. His face had a timeless quality, his features still handsome and resolute, and his long golden hair fell wildly down his back. His Icefire Spirit Eyes commanded respect even without a trace of anger, and he seemed to radiate the imposing air of a king.
On the training grounds, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing stood side by side. Facing them were seven figures: Ma Hongjun, Yang Pojun, Niu Zhen, Oscar, Dai Lingling, Bai Chenxiang, and Chen Feng.
The seven spread out in a fan-shaped formation. With three power attackers, two agility attackers, one defender, and one support, their lineup was well balanced.
Ma Hongjun's Fire Phoenix held the center, while Yang Pojun and Dai Lingling stood on either side, ready to charge. Bai Chenxiang and Chen Feng roamed the flanks, waiting for an opening, while Niu Zhen protected Oscar and stood ready to provide support.
"Ready?" Dai Mubai swept his gaze