Chapter 3: A-Tu! Dragon Mom! Grass Mom! Scolding That Little Punk the Moment I Enter School!
[Ding! "Tyrant Dragon Mom" has joined the chat group!]
[Ding! "Green Grass" has joined the chat group!]
[Ding! "A Rogue Rabbit" has joined the chat group!]
Three crisp notification sounds rang out simultaneously in three different corners of the continent.
Blue Tyrant Academy.
On the training grounds, dust filled the air.
A woman was roaring at a group of academy students.
"Move faster!"
"Release your soul skills cleanly and decisively—why are you all dragging your feet like you haven't eaten?"
She was none other than the dean of Blue Tyrant Academy—Liu Erlong.
Her fiery red hair cascaded down her shoulders like molten lava, each strand gleaming with a scorching brilliance,
moving without wind like dancing flames.
Her brows were sharp like drawn swords,
Amber eyes burning with sparks of fire.
Her crimson lips carried an aggressive, commanding allure.
Tall and slender, yet her figure concealed explosive power.
A black, form-fitting battle outfit traced breathtaking curves.
Her waist was slim and strong.
Her long legs were straight and shapely.
Honey-toned skin shimmered with a delicate sheen.
A silver chain at her neck contrasted with her red hair, adding a touch of wild beauty.
An invisible heat seemed to ripple around her body.
At once seductive and tyrannical—possessing the domineering aura of a true Tyrant Dragon—
She made it impossible to look away.
Unfortunately, her explosive temper left the students trembling with fear, none daring to slack off in the slightest.
Yet, the suddenly appearing chat group broke Liu Erlong's momentum.
The system notification flashing before her eyes made her knit her brows.
"Hm?"
"What the hell is this?"
Liu Erlong halted her lecture.
She narrowed her fierce, killing-intent-laced eyes and studied the chat group interface before her.
She could clearly see the words displayed on it, yet she couldn't sense the slightest fluctuation of soul power.
As a powerful Attack-type Soul Saint above Rank 70, her perception was extremely sharp.
But this light screen seemed like an illusion conjured out of thin air—eerily unnatural.
"Could this be some kind of special soul skill?"
She raised an eyebrow.
Curiosity quickly overwhelmed her irritation.
She waved her hand, telling the students to continue training on their own, then stepped aside, intending to see just what kind of thing this really was.
Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong had already seen the three newly joined nicknames.
The fingers holding her teacup tightened slightly.
An inexplicable surge of irritation rose in her heart.
Tyrant Dragon Mom?
Green Grass?
A Rogue Rabbit?
These nicknames sounded strange and ridiculous.
Just as unserious as A-Qing's "Dad Douluo."
What bothered her even more was A-Qing's reaction—
[Dad Douluo]: A-Tu! Dragon Mom! Grass Mom! You're finally back!
Seeing this message, Bibi Dong's brows furrowed even tighter.
"More people he knows?"
"Could these newcomers, like me, be natives of the Douluo Continent who 'inherited' certain nicknames?"
"Or… are they really A-Qing's friends from another world?"
No matter which possibility it was… Bibi Dong felt distinctly unhappy.
It was like a "secret territory" that had once belonged solely to her, was suddenly being invaded and divided up.
The feeling left her mood inexplicably sour.
She had grown accustomed to these past six months of one-on-one communication with A-Qing.
Though he spoke in a jumpy, irreverent manner, and often said things she didn't fully understand, he had almost no reservations toward her—aside from concealing his real name.
It was as if she were the person he trusted the most.
But now, three more people had suddenly appeared.
She worried that these newcomers might let something slip and cause A-Qing to notice something amiss.
At the same time, she felt an instinctive resistance toward this forced "sharing."
Bibi Dong said nothing.
She merely observed silently.
Yet in her heart, only one thought remained:
"You'd better not let A-Qing notice anything… otherwise…"
A mad surge of killing intent welled up in her eyes.
At the entrance of Nuoding Academy.
Lin Qingmo, carrying his small cloth bundle, was just about to step inside—
When he discovered that his missing group members had finally come online!
He had been puzzled before as to why, after transmigrating, only the Royal Sister remained in the group.
Now, things were perfect.
A-Tu, Dragon Mom, and Grass Mom were all back!
A-Tu was a little sister who loved rabbits.
Dragon Mom was a straightforward, hot-tempered big sister.
Grass Mom was the most special of all—
She was a real mom—the kind who already had a child.
In this fan group, age was never an issue.
Lin Qingmo couldn't wait any longer and immediately started spamming the chat group.
[Dad Douluo]: @Green Grass @Tyrant Dragon Mom @A Rogue Rabbit
Let me tell you some explosive news—I transmigrated! I transmigrated to the Douluo Continent!
[Dad Douluo]: The Douluo Continent we talk about every single day!
[Dad Douluo]: I'm six years old now, just awakened Blue Silver Grass, innate soul power Rank Four, and I'm standing right outside Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy!
After sending the messages, Lin Qingmo suddenly realized— wasn't the academy he was about to enter the very Nuoding Academy where Xiao Wu and Tang San studied together?
His eyes lit up instantly.
He immediately @-tagged A Rogue Rabbit.
[Dad Douluo]: @A Rogue Rabbit, A-Tu, I'm at Nuoding Academy right now. There's a good chance I'll run into your favorite bunny—Xiao Wu herself!
[Dad Douluo]: Didn't you always say in the group that Bunny was super cute and that you wanted to be her bestie?
[Dad Douluo]: I'll go scout around after I get in and see if I can run into her. Maybe I'll even snap a photo for you.
[Dad Douluo]: Of course, I'm not sure what point in the Douluo timeline this is. It's also possible Xiao Wu hasn't arrived yet.
[A Rogue Rabbit]: Huh? Me?
Inside Nuoding Academy.
Under the shade of a tree, a lively six-year-old girl with a high ponytail was leisurely munching on a carrot.
Her bright, agile eyes darted around, full of curiosity toward the unfamiliar surroundings.
Suddenly, the chat group interface and its words appearing before her eyes made her freeze on the spot, a carrot forgotten between her teeth.
"Xiao Wu… are they talking about me?"
Xiao Wu pointed at her own nose, completely dumbfounded.
Why would someone called "Dad Douluo" mention her name?
And he said he was at Nuoding Academy—and wanted to see her?!
"What on earth is going on?"
Xiao Wu scratched her head,
staring at the text on the light screen, her big eyes full of confusion.
She clearly remembered that she had only just arrived at Nuoding Academy and hadn't met anyone yet.
So how could someone already know her name?
Just as Xiao Wu was racking her brain,
A sudden argument erupted at the academy entrance, shattering the campus's calm.
"Stop right there!"
"Who are you?"
"No recommendation letter—no entry to Nuoding Academy!"
"This is my recommendation letter. Why can't I enter?"
"Hmph! Full innate soul power with a trash Blue Silver Grass martial soul—this recommendation letter is obviously fake!"
"Get lost already. Don't stand here blocking the way!"
Hearing the commotion, Xiao Wu curiously turned to look toward the entrance.
At the same time, Lin Qingmo—standing at the gates of Nuoding Academy—was also drawn in by this all-too-familiar scene.
He followed the voices and looked over.
There, he saw a black-haired boy dressed in coarse cloth and an anxious elderly man being blocked at the entrance by a tall guard.
The guard's attitude was domineering,
while the boy's eyes carried a trace of deep-seated resentment.
If that wasn't Tang San, then who else could it be?!
Lin Qingmo burst into laughter on the spot.
He immediately pulled up the chat group.
[Dad Douluo]: Holy crap—guess what I just saw?!
[The Pope Herself]: A-Qing, just say it.
[Dad Douluo]: Hehehe—I just saw the future "pure and noble" God King Tang himself—that little punk, Tang San!
[Dad Douluo]: Didn't expect to run into the main character the moment I arrived at Nuoding Academy.
[Dad Douluo]: The classic scene is playing out right now—Tang San getting blocked at the gate. Next up, the Master should be arriving to save the day.
Lin Qingmo watched with relish.
He had no idea that several of the "group members" in the chat group were, at this very moment, plunging into varying degrees of shock because of his words.
Inside Spirit Hall.
When Bibi Dong saw the words "God King Tang," her brows lifted slightly.
Yet another title she had never heard before.
Could this so-called "little punk" A-Qing mentioned become a great figure in the future?
But her attention was quickly drawn to the word "Master."
The same was true for Liu Erlong at Blue Tyrant Academy.
The moment she saw the word Master,
Her expression changed.
Her fingers subconsciously clenched tight.
Complex emotions surged within her heart.
Master?
Was it the Xiao Gang she knew?
Meanwhile, Xiao Wu heard the argument at the gate and saw Tang San's name appear on the light screen.
Her eyes lit up instantly!
Tang San?
The boy being stopped at the entrance—his name really was Tang San!
Thinking of this, she craned her neck and looked outside.
Very quickly, her gaze locked onto a black-haired, black-eyed boy watching the scene with clear amusement.
"So that's Dad Douluo?"
Xiao Wu finally let out a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, he wasn't a Titled Douluo.
No matter how you looked at it, a kid was still just a kid— there was no way he could be a Titled Douluo.
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