Wang Dong'er scratched her head awkwardly. Oh, right. She had been the one who asked Yang Lin to try a Martial Soul Fusion Skill last night.
"Then... we didn't succeed?"
Wang Dong'er's eyes dimmed a little again. Since she had spent the whole night sleeping in this white-haired boy's bed, that meant the Martial Soul Fusion Skill had failed.
Yang Lin nodded as though it were obvious. "Didn't I tell you? No matter how you look at it, eyes don't go with a light goddess butterfly. It's fine. I forgive you for taking advantage of me."
At those words, Wang Dong'er's cheeks instantly burned red, and the disappointment in her eyes was replaced by flustered indignation.
She lunged at him, claws out, trying to ruffle his white hair.
"Pah! You're the one who took advantage of me! Shameless!"
With a casual grappling move, Yang Lin regained the upper hand.
He ruffled her hair instead, his large hands wreaking havoc on her long pink-and-blue locks until they were even messier.
Seeing that she couldn't dodge him no matter what, Wang Dong'er simply rammed her little head into Yang Lin's chest like a wild bull.
She actually forced the white-haired boy back several steps.
After all that playful tussling, Wang Dong'er's lingering disappointment vanished completely.
"All right, stop headbutting me. We're going to be late for class."
Hearing that, Wang Dong'er glanced at the sky outside and immediately panicked.
"How long until class?"
"Three or four minutes..."
"Shit, run!"
As she spoke, Wang Dong'er moved to open the window, intending to summon her Light Goddess Butterfly and fly straight there.
Yang Lin grabbed her. "Hey, hey, hey! You're going out dressed as a girl?"
Then, under Wang Dong'er's resentful gaze, Yang Lin darted away and disappeared from the dorm room.
"Oh, soaking up the sun this early, Elder Mu?"
When Yang Lin reached the dormitory entrance, he saw Mu En sitting in a chair with a table beside him.
A board covered in black and white stones sat on it. It was Go.
Mu En didn't look up. Staring at the unfinished game, he said softly, "Ah, young Yang. Care to play a game with this old man?"
"Nah, forget it. You can't beat me anyway, so there's no fun in it. I'm off to class. Enjoy yourself, old man."
With that, he darted away again, leaving the dormitory entrance behind.
Mu En stroked his beard and chuckled awkwardly. To think that he, the Sea God Pavilion's greatest Go master, couldn't even beat this young whippersnapper.
It wasn't merely that he couldn't win. He was almost always utterly crushed.
He really needed more practice.
"Who invented this Go game, anyway... Marvelous. Simply marvelous.
It's just a little game without the slightest fluctuation of Soul Power, yet the art of strategy lies in every move. How fascinating."
Mu En murmured to himself, then continued staring at the unfinished game.
He studied it carefully.
"That old geezer's terrible at it, but he just can't stop playing."
Yang Lin shook his head. Naturally, he had spread Go through his clones when he had nothing better to do.
By now, it had become a popular pastime across the continent.
The way Mu En kept pulling out a Go board for a game showed that this contest of intellect was popular among Soul Masters too.
However, having stronger Soul Power didn't necessarily make someone better at the game.
Take Mu En, for example. Over the past two days, Yang Lin had played dozens of games against him.
Every time, he had routed the old man, sending men and horses tumbling.
Yang Lin stepped into Freshman Class Two. When his classmates saw him enter,
they all greeted him, calling out, "Class monitor! Class monitor!"
Their reverence was such that they were one step away from standing up and shouting their loyalty.
Yang Lin responded to each of them, then headed straight to the back row, taking the same seat as yesterday.
Xiao Xiao had switched seats and was now sitting in front of him.
Seeing the white-haired boy approach, she hurriedly took the breakfast she had bought earlier out of her desk drawer.
"Class monitor, have some breakfast."
Looking at her expectant eyes, Yang Lin smiled. "Thanks. I haven't eaten yet, so that's perfect."
When Xiao Xiao saw him accept her breakfast, her large eyes narrowed into smiling crescents.
Her green twin ponytails swayed happily too.
Before long, it was time for class. However, the first person to enter wasn't Mu Jin, but a panting Wang Dong.
Her pink-and-blue hair hadn't been tidied up and hung loose around her.
That was the advantage of being good-looking. Even that hairstyle somehow gave her an air of carefree defiance.
Mu Jin followed behind her and walked up to the lectern.
Wang Dong stormed into the classroom and finally plopped down beside Yang Lin.
Her lovely, large pink-and-blue eyes glared at the white-haired boy.
"Some friend you are!"
This guy had actually come to class ahead of her while she was changing!
If she hadn't had her Light Goddess Butterfly to speed her along, she would have been late.
"All right, all right, stop glaring. I'll treat you to grilled fish tonight. Little Huo Grilled Fish."
Yang Lin waved a hand, preparing to take a nap.
Keeping his domain active all night had left him mentally exhausted.
Class was the perfect time to sleep anyway. Everything taught in the first year was basic Martial Soul knowledge, and he already knew all that elementary material by heart.
At the mention of Little Huo Grilled Fish, Wang Dong's eyes immediately lit up.
"I want two!"
"Deal!"
Seeing how exhausted the white-haired boy looked, Wang Dong asked curiously,
"By the way, are you really sleepy? Why do I feel so energetic? Are you that weak?"
Yang Lin rolled his eyes. I spent all night beating up your dad. Of course I'm exhausted.
"You drained me dry. How could I not be weak? Stop bothering me. I need some rest."
With that, he leaned against his desk and fell asleep.
Hearing those words, the tips of Wang Dong's ears reddened almost imperceptibly.
Then she began paying close attention to the lesson.
Meanwhile, Xiao Xiao, sitting in front of them, covered her little mouth, shocked by what she had just heard.
That weak... drained dry... heavens, is this a normal roommate relationship?
The more Xiao Xiao thought about it, the redder her little face became. Amid the thrill, she also felt a little defeated.
My dream guy likes boys. What am I supposed to do?
Come to think of it, which one's the top and which one's the bottom...?
Meanwhile, in Freshman Class One.
Watching Wu Liuqi yawn nonstop, Huo Yuhao asked curiously,
"Brother Wu, are you sleepy? Didn't you go to bed really early yesterday?"
Wu Liuqi replied with a hint of resentment, "Yeah, a little insomnia. Nothing serious."
Last night, his original body had borrowed Spiritual Power from him over and over, who knew how many times.
It had kept him bouncing between two states: falling asleep, waking up, falling asleep, waking up.
Rather than insomnia, it would have been more accurate to say he hadn't slept all night.
Huo Yuhao nodded, then went back to listening to Wang Yan's lecture.
He had never encountered this kind of Martial Soul Theory before, so he was now hungrily soaking up knowledge.
Nearly all of today's lessons were theory classes, while practical combat lessons would be held tomorrow.
As a result, Yang Lin slept to his heart's content. Naturally, Mu Jin didn't disturb his slumber.
He even lowered his voice a little while lecturing.
There was no helping it. That was the treatment a genius student received.
Yang Lin slept straight through until classes ended that afternoon.
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