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Her eyes fell on Ning Chuan, a sweet smile on her face. "Well, I apologize for what happened earlier. You don't have to call me Sister Xiao Wu anymore. Can we discuss something?"
Just then, a teacher in her thirties walked in. "Ning Chuan, come here."
"Teacher Mo Hen!"
Ning Chuan turned and saw the familiar dorm supervisor, the Mo Hen who had delivered Tang San's quilt in the original novel. In one hand, he held a quilt and pillow, and in the other, a basin filled with toiletries. A bucket hung from his wrist.
Mo Hen said, "This is the quilt the Dean gave you. There are also some daily necessities."
The quilt was luxurious, and as Ning Chuan took it, a faint fragrance filled his nostrils. It also contained a pillow and some toiletries. Apparently, the teacher had taken into consideration Ning Chuan's work-study status and had already prepared everything as soon as he left the Dean's office.
After Mo Hen left, even if he didn't want Xiao Wu, he couldn't let Tang San get away with it. To prevent Xiao Wu and Tang San from sharing a quilt like in the original story, he said indifferently, "I already have a new one. If you really like this quilt, I'll give it to you."
Xiao Wu, unaware of Ning Chuan's intentions, simply assumed he was cold on the outside but warm on the inside. She had been about to suggest they share the quilt, but she was suddenly touched, her eyes welling up. Besides her mother and Da Ming and Er Ming, Ning Chuan was the only person in her life who had treated her so well.
"I'll make the quilt for you,"
she said, wiping away a tear and moving to help him. But he refused.
"No, I'll do it myself."
"Then I'll pack these things for you."
Ning Chuan, looking at Xiao Wu's attentiveness, was slightly taken aback. Goodness, could this little rabbit have misunderstood something?
"By the way, Ningchuan, I heard our new Dean is a stunning beauty. How come she's so nice to you, giving you so many gifts?"
"He's my teacher." It wouldn't be a secret anyway.
Tang San watched the two chatting, feeling a pang of sadness, as if he were drifting further and further away from the things that mattered most to him.
At that moment, it was heartbreaking.
The other students, upon hearing that Ningchuan had actually taken the Dean as their teacher, looked on with envy. After all, the Dean, barely thirty years old, had already reached near-Soul Master status, truly the second-best person in Notting Academy.
"Little Blackie, you're incredibly strong, come help me move the bed."
Just as Tang San was feeling his heartache, Xiao Wu glanced over at him.
"My name is Tang San, not Little Blackie."
"You're just dark-skinned."
Tang San was speechless, but he couldn't refuse Xiao Wu's request, so he obediently stepped forward to help.
But soon, his heartache deepened, because Xiao Wu had asked him to move his bed not to another location, but right next to Ningchuan's.
Ning Chuan ignored them and sat cross-legged on the couch. Following Professor Louise's method, he began to meditate and practice to improve his spirit power.
In the early morning, when most of the teachers and students of Notting College were still asleep, Ning Chuan had already opened his eyes, exited his practice state, ran to the playground, and started his daily exercise.
Tang San also walked out of the dormitory at the same time. He had made an appointment with Yu Xiaoan to get the first spirit ring today.
Yu Xiaoan glanced at Ning Chuan who was doing push-ups on the playground with a big stone on his back, and said to Tang San earnestly:
"Xiao San, you are still young now, don't learn from him. His desperate training will only destroy your foundation. What's more, he is just a waste with half-level innate spirit power. No matter how much he practices, it is impossible for him to break through to level 30."
Yu Xiaogang didn't utter the last words.
"I understand, Teacher."
Tang San believed Yu Xiaogang's words without a doubt.
As the sun gradually rose in the east, Ning Chuan, who had stopped practicing, was practically drenched in sweat. But thanks to Tang Ritian, his power bank, he felt no fatigue at all, instead remaining energetic.
He showered, changed into clean clothes, and began his day's classes.
In the morning, he had two classes: one on cultural knowledge and one on martial spirits.
He used his spare time to meditate on spirit power.
At noon, he quickly ate a meal, then read for an hour, learning about the spirit beasts of this world and how to judge their age.
In the afternoon, he went to the grove behind the academy to practice swordplay with Louise.
Louise's teaching method was simple and brutal: she would first have him practice sword swings for an hour, then conduct actual combat.
As time passed, Louise became more and more satisfied with her disciple.
He had a strong physique and great perseverance, and was not afraid of hardship or injury.
The days passed.
One day, the entrance to Notting College was bustling with activity.
It turned out that several of Dao Ge's minions, from the underground casino in Notting City, had blocked the school gates. Tang San, who had just returned from hunting spirit rings and was about to claim his Spirit Master subsidy from the Spirit Hall, was trying to capture him and use it to pay off his debt. However,
Tang San had already become a Spirit Master, and instead of apprehending him, these minions were severely punished.
Furious, Dao Ge led hundreds of his minions to seek revenge.
Among them were several Spirit Masters, and Dao Ge himself, a Level 43 Battle Spirit Master, was a notable figure in his position as the head of the underground casino.
Naturally, such a commotion attracted the attention of Notting College's Dean, Head of Studies, Louise, and other teachers.
At that moment, the two groups were engaged in a standoff. Although Dao Ge's side had the advantage in numbers, they were hesitant to act rashly because over a dozen people at Notting College, including the Dean and Head of Studies, were Spirit Masters. Although they were outnumbered, they were hesitant to act rashly.
Geno, the dean of Notting Academy, questioned: "Old Dao, what on earth do you want to do by bringing so many people to my Notting Academy?"
Dao Ge adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the other party with a playful and mocking look.
"What are you talking about? Your academy's Tang San owes me money and not paid it back, and he also injured my little brother. Do you think I'm going to kill you three thousand times for nothing?"
Four spirit rings, one white, two yellow, and one purple, slowly rose from under his feet, and a snow-white scimitar appeared in Dao Ge's hand.
"You are talking nonsense. When did my disciple owe you money?"
Yu Xiaogang emerged from the crowd. He was also attracted by the big commotion, but because he was poisoned by the mandrake snake venom while hunting spirit rings for Tang San, his body was still a little weak at the moment.