How Did Things Turn Out This Way?

Wang Dong, unable to take this grievance, strode forward in one quick step and grabbed Qian Chaoguang's wrist.

"Are you deaf? I'm talking to you!"

"Let go, then hurry up and piss off. I don't hit little girls."

Qian Chaoguang had been annoyed beyond endurance by him. He flung the Outer Garment he had taken off into the basin, then headed outside wearing nothing but a pair of big shorts.

"Who are you calling a little girl? Did I say you could leave?"

Wang Dong's face reddened at a speed visible to the naked eye, though whether from shame or anger, no one knew.

Qian Chaoguang held the basin under his left arm, while his right hand was still being yanked by Wang Dong.

By his judgment, Wang Dong was probably angry.

But—

Wasn't she a girl to begin with? What was there to be angry about?

"What? Don't tell me you're actually a man?"

"You bastard! I'm going to duel you!"

Wang Dong felt his dignity had been insulted. Two Spirit Rings, one yellow and one purple, swiftly rose beneath his feet, and two butterfly wings appeared behind him.

His right foot kicked upward at an almost unbelievable angle, heading straight for Qian Chaoguang's chest.

"What a pain."

Qian Chaoguang tossed the washbasin onto the desk, completely ignoring Wang Dong's right foot raised high in a kick, and instead seized Wang Dong's wrist in a reverse grip.

Bloodline Power erupted in that instant. In the open space at the center of the dorm room, he swung Wang Dong's entire body through more than half a circle, then, like swatting a mosquito, slammed him into the corridor wall with a smack.

The force of the throw was controlled with great precision; the wall was not damaged in the slightest.

Though Flender was dead, the profiteer spirit lived on. At Shrek, compensation for breaking anything was ridiculously, outrageously expensive.

"Why do you have to push me? Too much energy after eating or what?"

Qian Chaoguang shook his head and was about to carry the basin outside, continuing the bath he had failed to take earlier.

Unexpectedly, just as he took a step forward, a streak of golden light came flying over with a pitch-black hammer. Caught off guard, he was slammed so hard his body lost balance, and both feet instantly left the ground.

"Holy shit! Are you fucking crazy?"

As everyone knew, a two-person dorm room of a dozen or so square meters was not large at all.

Wang Dong first used the Light Goddess Butterfly to accelerate, then canceled it, pulled out the Clear Sky Hammer, and applied another powerful burst of acceleration under his feet. Coupled with the weight of his own body crashing in hard, at such close range there was no way to hold back the force.

Just like that, the two of them were carried off the ground by that heavy, forceful momentum in an extremely bizarre posture—and carried out of the Dormitory Building as well.

The two of them flew straight out through the dorm window.

Qian Chaoguang lay on the grass, dizzy from the fall. Although nothing was really wrong and it did not hurt much, his whole mind was in a complete daze.

By instinct, he caught Wang Dong's incoming fist, then, also by instinct, grabbed the Clear Sky Hammer that was being swung. The hand underneath, his entire person, was in a baffled state.

How had things developed into this?

Was there any need for Wang Dong'er to go this far?

And why was she now straddling him like this?

"Let go of me!"

Wang Dong, sitting astride Qian Chaoguang, flew into a rage, screaming while struggling.

Qian Chaoguang, assaulted by that demonic noise, instantly snapped back to himself and said indifferently, "Admit defeat and I'll let go. Otherwise, the two of us can just stay like this."

"Who lost?!"

Qian Chaoguang curled his lip. "Lost and won't admit it, huh? I haven't even released my Martial Soul, and you, a Grand Spirit Master with Twin Martial Souls, are already completely in my grip. What are you still struggling for?"

Just as Wang Dong was about to keep stubbornly talking back, an aged voice, three parts shock and seven parts amusement, entered their ears.

"Young people, you sure know how to play. The academy doesn't oppose students dating, but shouldn't you at least consider the impact of doing this in public?"

The two turned their heads at the same time, only to see Mu En lying on a recliner, wearing an expression as though he were enjoying a good show.

Seeing the two look back, the old man cheerfully raised a hand and pointed toward the dormitory.

From the windows on this side of the Dormitory Building, quite a few heads of onlookers had already poked out. There were even several girls letting out excited shrieks as if they had found a couple to ship.

Perhaps there were also screams of admiration for Qian Chaoguang's physique.

Mu En, as if determined to make things worse, added, "Young man, not a bad figure. But can you really face that little girlfriend of yours like this?"

Holy shit, this is bad!

Only then did Qian Chaoguang react—he was fucking wearing nothing but a pair of big shorts right now!

And Wang Dong was sitting astride him just like this, while he was tightly gripping both her hands. It looked exactly like that sort of thing!

He hurriedly shook Wang Dong off himself, took out a long robe from his Storage Bracelet, and hastily put it on.

Fuck, this was pure social death!

Fortunately, with Wang Dong blocking him while sitting on top of him, the onlookers upstairs basically had not seen his face clearly.

Wang Dong, once released, was stunned too. Her face flushed at a speed visible to the naked eye, almost on par with Qian Chaoguang when he circulated his Bloodline Power.

This time, it was not from anger. This time, she was truly embarrassed.

Thin-skinned as she was, she rushed back into the Dormitory Building almost instantly.

Qian Chaoguang silently pulled up the hood of his long robe and tugged it down hard.

What the hell was this supposed to be?!

"Old man, we were just messing around. That's all. This time, it really is true!"

"Young people, perfectly normal. No need to be shy. Our school has a very open atmosphere."

Mu En watched Qian Chaoguang flee in defeat, the smile on his face growing even richer.

"Hehehehehe... This kid really is interesting."

By the time Qian Chaoguang finished bathing and returned to the dorm room, Wang Dong had already curled up into a ball on the freshly made bed, looking as if she might burst into tears at any moment.

Qian Chaoguang could not be bothered with her. He picked up the basin of clothes he had failed to wash earlier and prepared to head out.

"Hey!"

Qian Chaoguang acted as if he had not heard and kept walking out.

"Don't go!"

Wang Dong grabbed his arm again, her eyes red-rimmed, clearly having just cried.

"Can we... talk?"

"What a pain."

Qian Chaoguang muttered under his breath, hooked a chair over with his foot, and sat down. Looking at Wang Dong sitting there with reddened eyes, knees folded under her like a duck, he felt not the slightest bit of pity or sympathy.

Nonsense. Pity, my ass. You just made me die of public embarrassment, okay?

Swinging the Clear Sky Hammer at close range at someone who had not even activated his Martial Soul—if it had been someone with a weaker body, wouldn't you have hammered them into serious injury?

If Huo Yutong had not missed it, there was no way Qian Chaoguang would have paid any attention to this huge troublemaker.

With the thought of reducing future trouble as much as possible, he said helplessly, "If you've got something to say, say it. If you've got a fart, let it out. Hurry up."

"Why are you so vulgar!"

"Listen if you want. If you don't, hurry up and go to the fourth floor. Don't argue with me here."

"I'm a man! A man!"

"Fine, fine, fine, fine. You're a man, a man. If you've got business, can you get to it? Stop wasting time."

Wang Dong's eyes grew even redder, looking as if she was about to cry again.

From childhood to now, she had never suffered this kind of grievance. Forget ignoring her—no one had ever even shown her an ugly expression.

Now the person before her not only kept ignoring her, but even wore an expression of utter disdain. If she had not been unable to beat him, she really wanted to...

She really wanted to hit him with a hammer!

"Do you really hate talking to me that much?"

Wang Dong spoke.

With the resentful air of a neglected wife shut away in the inner chambers for decades, it made goosebumps rise all over Qian Chaoguang.

So he did not hesitate at all. He got up, picked up the basin, and was about to leave.

"No, no, no, don't go. I really do have something."

"If you've got something, say it already. Can you get straight to the point? You're dragging this out like some seventy- or eighty-year-old gossiping granny on the street. And you still say you're a man?"