"Having Nannan's child call me uncle would be a kind of happiness, too!"

"Um, Yang Lin, thank you for helping me three years ago. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known what to do..."

Jiang Nannan's gaze wandered, not quite daring to look at the face she had yearned for countless times.

After saying those words, she was so nervous that her heart felt ready to leap out of her chest.

She was also a little apprehensive.

She wondered whether, after three years, this light in her heart still remembered her.

Yang Lin looked at the lovely girl before him with some amusement.

Back then, it really had been no more than lifting a hand to help. When he had read the original novel, he had thought that part was far too outrageous.

So, since he had transmigrated here, he had naturally stopped by to help this poor girl.

Then he reached out and stroked the top of her head. He had to admit, her golden hair felt rather nice.

"It was nothing. Your mother's illness should be mostly better by now, right?"

Feeling the warmth on her head, Jiang Nannan blushed, but a warm feeling also washed over her.

Three years ago, at her darkest, most helpless, and most desperate moment, she had nearly sold herself.

This boy had pulled her out of that abyss.

From that moment on, there had been no room in her heart for anyone else.

Jiang Nannan instinctively rubbed her head against his long-fingered hand.

Sweet delight filled her heart, too. It seemed he still remembered her.

"Yes, yes! Thanks to you, Mother's condition is very stable now."

After speaking, she shyly lowered her head again and said softly:

"Um... to thank you, could I treat you to a meal sometime?"

Yang Lin nodded and said:

"No problem. I've only just arrived at Shrek, too, so I'll be counting on you to look after me, senior."

Jiang Nannan's face lit up with joy. She quickly took a bottle of water from behind her back and handed it to the white-haired boy.

"Have some water... you must be tired after fighting for so long."

Xu Sanshi, who had been silently following behind Jiang Nannan, felt his heart shatter at the sight.

She looked so beautiful with that shy blush on her face.

But none of that beauty was meant for him.

"Bei Bei, I think I've lost my love... boo-hoo-hoo."

Bei Bei gave him a speechless look. "Have you licked her boots so much you've started hallucinating? You were never in love together. What is there to lose?"

"I don't care... I've lost my love! Boo-hoo..."

Bei Bei pressed a hand to his forehead. How had this ultimate bootlicker ended up sharing the title of the Outer Court Twin Stars with him?

To stop Xu Sanshi from continuing to lick her boots, he tried to persuade him:

"With Brother Yang's strength and looks, you can't compete with him. Give up. Aren't there plenty of lovely senior and junior girls out there?"

"No! My feelings for Nannan will never change. If they break up someday, maybe I'll have a chance."

As he spoke, Xu Sanshi scratched his head again and continued with a dreamy look:

"If the two of them have a child someday, having Nannan's child call me uncle would be a kind of happiness, too."

Bei Bei was utterly defeated. He simply had no idea what to say anymore. Xu Sanshi might as well hide under their bed and cheer them on someday.

After chatting with them for a while longer, Yang Lin waved goodbye.

The Tang Sect's two outstanding talents still had to prepare the equipment Huo Yuhao needed for grilling fish.

Jiang Nannan, meanwhile, still had a task assigned by her teacher.

Incidentally, Wu Liuqi and Huo Yuhao shared a dorm room, and both had been assigned to Class One-Zhou Yi's class.

Yang Lin, on the other hand, had been assigned to Mu Jin's class.

Following the directions Du Weilun had given them earlier, the two wound through turn after turn before finally finding their dormitory.

Like the teaching buildings and school uniforms, the dormitories were distinguished by Soul Ring colors.

White for first-years, yellow for second- and third-years, and so on.

Yang Lin glanced at the old man sitting downstairs in the sunshine.

This should be Shrek's strongest expert, the Well-Fed Douluo, Mu En.

But at this moment, Shrek's strongest expert exuded an air of decline, like an old dragon in its twilight years.

Walking up, Yang Lin bent down with a smile and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"During my match just now, I kept vaguely sensing someone's gaze. I assume that was you, sir."

Mu En's closed eyes opened slightly, and he replied with a chuckle:

"Little fellow, your perception is quite sharp. Then why don't you guess how strong I am?"

Yang Lin paced as he said:

"The person I sensed watching earlier was at least a Level 98 Super Douluo. I thought it was Xuan Zi, Shrek's strongest expert,

but judging by your appearance now, you don't look like Xuan Zi. So... you must be that legendary Level 99 Limit Douluo, Dragon God Douluo Mu En?"

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It seemed Mu En was not quite as calm as he appeared.

"Clever boy..."

Mu En was indeed surprised. He had not expected anyone to recognize him after so many years.

Then he looked kindly at Yang Lin and Wu Liuqi.

He had never seen such outstanding young people before.

For a moment, he could not help thinking of taking them as disciples.

He had watched their fight earlier, too. All he could say was... even Mu En, who had lived for over two hundred years, had been left repeatedly stunned.

Neither he nor Long Xiaoyao had been this formidable in their youth, had they?

"Hehe, since you've already guessed my identity, I'd like to take both of you as my disciples. What do you think?"

With his hands in his pockets, Yang Lin said casually:

"A teacher, huh~ I'm only ever a teacher to other people."

Mu En understood what he meant: no one in this world was worthy of being his teacher.

Confident and flamboyant.

That was Mu En's first impression of Yang Lin.

Indeed, this Yang boy does have the ability to back it up. He's already this terrifying at twelve. In the future, he may well reach that realm.

Mu En was not annoyed. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Wu Liuqi.

Wu Liuqi scratched his head awkwardly, gave a laugh, and hurriedly changed the subject:

"Sir, your hair looks a little messy. Would you like me to cut it for you? I'm the strongest barber, you know~"

Mu En shook his head with a smile. "Let's pass on the haircut. In that case, I won't insist. I hope you both have fun at Shrek."

Yes, have fun.

With their strength, there was actually little Shrek could teach either of them anymore.

With talent and strength like theirs, they would stand like a lone flower above the rest even in the Inner Academy.

At most, the academy could offer treasures such as Soul Bones to form a friendly connection with them.

Yang Lin placed a hand on Wu Liuqi's shoulder and pushed him in front of Mu En, saying:

"Hey, sir, don't be so quick to refuse. This friend of mine has an ability,

where cutting other people's hair increases his Soul Power. The stronger they are, the more his Soul Power increases. Why not give him a hand, sir?"

Mu En found this rather interesting. "Like your 'Invincible Shield'? They're both innate talents?"