An Zhen was being monitored.
Wang Dong would absolutely not allow even the slightest possibility to arise.
How could she let Xiao Xiao, that girl, steal her corner?
"Wang Dong, you have to believe that there can be pure friendship between men and women!"
"I might believe it for others, but as for you, it's 'lip' friendship, isn't it?"
Wang Dong'er looked disbelieving, "If you could let go of my leg, I might believe you more."
Pervert!
An Zhen's fingertips gently caressed her slender, fair calf, and he said seriously, "This is a massage."
He had learned it.
In An Zhen's dormitory, the short, pink-blue haired girl lay lazily on the soft bed, while An Zhen sat on the other side of the bed, skillfully massaging her fair, slender calves and a pair of tender, pink feet with his ten fingers.
"Mmm~"
Wang Dong'er's body relaxed, feeling quite comfortable.
...
A few months later.
The last day of the first semester.
Nine Treasure Pavilion.
A group of extraordinary young men and women gathered together.
Tang Sect Master.
Young Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
The direct daughter of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School and her companion.
A quasi-third-rank Soul Guide (whose rank hadn't been reached yet) who had broken the Douluo Continent record.
Young Master of the Clear Sky Sect.
Owner of twin spirits.
The Sun Moon Empire's spy... Ah no, Shrek's Ancestral Grandfather.
"Sit, sit, sit."
An Zhen smiled and gestured to a couple who had just entered, "Don't be formal. Although Tang Ya, you should call me Ancestral Grandfather by seniority, your Ancestral Grandfather is very easy to talk to. Just keep calling me An Zhen."
...
Tang Ya gritted her teeth, glared at him, and then turned her head away.
She couldn't refute it, because this guy had indeed become Grand Ancestor's disciple, and sometimes she could even see them in the dormitory building, though she didn't know what they were doing.
Catching a glimpse of Wang Dong and Huo Yutong out of the corner of her eye, the girl's bright eyes rolled, "Then if this Sect Master calls you Ancestral Grandfather, what should my disciples call you, old man?"
Wang Dong: !!!
The handsome young man instantly sat up straight, his fair fist placed in front of An Zhen, his small canines a threatening weapon.
"Don't."
With his hands raised above his head, An Zhen said seriously, "Wang Dong, actually, there's a great opportunity right in front of you now."
"What?"
"Become someone of Tang Ya's grandfather's generation. How about it? Instantly going from a student to an elder, isn't that very tempting!"
An Zhen thought his suggestion was quite good.
"I'm tempted by your big head!"
A fruit was "forcefully" shoved into An Zhen's mouth by Wang Dong. If it weren't for the inappropriate setting, she would have wanted to block his mouth with her foot. You're Tang Ya's Ancestral Grandfather, and you want me to be Tang Ya's grandfather? Isn't that just trying to be her father?!
Xiao Xiao, standing nearby, looked enviously at the intimate pair. Was this the kind of good brother relationship among boys?
Over the course of several months, Xiao Xiao and An Zhen went from being friends to being relatively good friends. This was because she was constantly being watched by a pair of large, captivating eyes.
Huo Yutong stepped forward, skillfully pulling the two apart and sitting between them. Separated by Huo Yutong, Wang Dong glared at An Zhen with a fierce, childish look, "For Yu Tong's sake, I'll let you off the hook."
Eight months had brought extraordinary changes for Huo Yutong. Little Luo Li's spirit power rank had reached twenty just over a month after the freshman assessment, but due to the Tianmeng Iceworm's suggestion, she hadn't relied on her status as a limited-time core disciple of the Martial Soul Department to acquire a spirit ring.
An Zhen agreed with this; firstly, she could continue to absorb energy without absorbing a spirit ring; secondly, Lord Huo's Mimicry Spirit Ability was indeed abnormal; and thirdly, An Zhen had already prepared a cultivation... growth plan for Yu Tong, just waiting for the time to come for little Yu Tong to soar.
In the time that followed, Huo Yutong proved herself through her own efforts. Until a month ago, she successfully engraved a third-level core array, much to Fan Yu's shocked disbelief. Qian Duoduo immediately granted her the status of a core disciple of the Soul Guidance System, afraid that Huo Yutong would leave if he was a second too late. He even offered to go to the Star Dou Great Forest immediately to capture a powerful spiritual Spirit Beast with a strong bloodline for Huo Yutong. But Huo Yutong refused, saying she had already made an appointment with a teacher from the Martial Soul Department.
A hint of helplessness appeared on the little Luo Li's somewhat baby-fat cheeks, and her bright eyes sparkled with confidence and happiness. Today, Huo Yutong had truly entered this small group through her own efforts.
Of course, there was also the assistance of the Virtual World and the blessing of the seventeenth ranked carving knife—the Ice Whisper Carving Knife.
The golden-haired young lady, Ning Tian, was discussing sponsoring the Tang Sect with Tang Ya, talking about the past relationship between the Tang Sect and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School. The sharp-minded young lady detected some potential for the Tang Sect's revival—the current members of the Tang Sect, although she didn't actually have much hope for the Tang Sect's revival. In the current Tang Sect, only Bei Bei and Wang Dong had the potential to become Douluo. Compared to a Sect, the Tang Sect was more like a children's game. But whether it was because of An Zhen or this potential, she was willing to invest five hundred thousand gold coins.
There is no guaranteed successful business in the World; casting a wide net is how you catch fish. Anyway, it was only a small portion compared to the resources she could currently mobilize.
Bei Bei quietly watched his excited girlfriend from the side. He knew what this meant to Xiao Ya, because it wasn't charity given out of pity from others, but an investment. He loved this strong girl precisely because of her character, a girl who was willing to give everything for the rise of the Tang Sect.
"Cheers!"
After a hearty meal, everyone was happy.
An Zhen supported Wang Dong and Huo Yutong with each of his hands.
The girls were tipsy, having imbibed some alcohol due to the lively atmosphere. An Zhen didn't drink; he drank juice. He didn't like that hazy feeling of being unable to control his body and thoughts.
As for refreshing their state.
After a tiring semester, it was nice to relax occasionally.
He helped the two back to the dormitory.
"An Zhen, hug me~"
The drunk girl didn't act crazy. Wang Dong's chin rested on An Zhen's shoulder, her hazy eyes gazing at her boyfriend's face, instinctively leaning in.
Huo Yutong, on the other hand, was much more docile. The little darling was drowsily letting An Zhen lead her, slowly closing her eyes as she smelled his familiar scent, forcing An Zhen to pick her up in his arms.
An Zhen's dormitory.
The long-haired senior wore a black gauze dress, with a large black bow tied at the neckline, its ribbons falling onto her proud chest. With a gentle tug, one could enjoy this gift, enough to make almost all men in the World desire it.
"Bang!"
The dormitory door was pushed open. Zhang Lexuan, who had already sensed the situation, watched as An Zhen entered with one girl hanging on each side.
"No choice, these two girls are holding on too tightly."
They were really gripping his arms and wrapping their arms around his neck. He couldn't just yank their arms to free himself.
An Zhen said helplessly, "Let's just forget about it tonight."
Zhang Lexuan glanced at her preparations, then blinked, "Alright."
But she also wanted to hug An Zhen to sleep.
...
Morning.
"Mmm."
A pair of bright, ethereal blue eyes opened hazily. Pink-blue hair came into view, as well as a familiar chest. "An Zhen Gege? Wang Dong!"
Huo Yutong instantly sobered up.
To be continued...