Chapter 2 The Six-Year Period Has Arrived
Time, like a white steed, galloped away, and in the blink of an eye, six years had quietly passed.
The street in front of Red Mountain Academy was filled with a surging crowd and became extremely congested early this morning.
Everywhere in the streets and alleys, there were parents eagerly bringing their children to participate in the awakening ceremony.
Their faces were all filled with anticipation and nervousness for their children's future, and their eyes were full of earnest hope.
And among this bustling and noisy crowd, there was a combination that was particularly eye-catching and unique, truly "unconventional."
Why describe them this way?
Look at the father; he was an unremarkable middle-aged man. His face was plain, without any prominent or unique features, so ordinary that he seemed to blend seamlessly into the surrounding background.
The clothes he wore were not from any well-known brand, but were simply made of ordinary material, with a simple and unadorned style, devoid of any luxury or ostentation.
His height and build were both average, lacking both the imposing presence of a tall and strong man and the fragility of a short and thin one.
All these factors intertwined, making him appear so common and ordinary in the crowd.
So much so that others could easily overlook him with just a casual glance, as if he were just an insignificant speck of dust in this vast sea of people.
However, in stark and strong contrast to him was the "mother" standing on the other side.
The "mother" appeared like a celestial being descended to the World, ethereal and transcendent, instantly captivating everyone's attention.
She was tall and slender, and a flowing, light blue dress draped naturally, perfectly outlining her elegant and charming curves.
Her long, silky, silver-white hair, like a waterfall, was gently caressed by the sunlight, adding a touch of ethereal clarity and seeming to emit a soft glow.
Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her skin as fair as snow, and so delicate that it seemed it could break with a touch.
Beneath her arched willow brows were a pair of eyes as deep and clear as a lake, with a shimmering autumn glow seemingly flowing within them, as if containing endless tenderness and wisdom.
Her temperament was even more extraordinary, like a secluded orchid growing in a desolate valley, quietly exuding a unique aura of tranquility, peace, nobility, and elegance.
She also naturally exuded a maternal radiance.
That tenderness and loving affection were like tangible light, making people instinctively feel a sense of closeness, a desire to approach her, and truly experience her warmth and meticulous care, like a warm sun.
It's no exaggeration to say that such a fairy-like woman and that unremarkable father seemed to come from two completely different Worlds. They should have had no intersection and were not on the same level at all.
But the reality was not so; at this moment, the woman gently cast her tender gaze upon the "son" in front of her.
The little boy, though dressed in ordinary clothes, had an extremely cute and handsome appearance, so much so that he could even be described as "beautiful."
His large eyes, like two bright black gemstones, were set in his handsome face.
His semi-long hair fell casually over his shoulders, making him look like a beautiful little princess who had stepped out of a fairy tale, instantly endearing him to everyone.
Moreover, while the material of his clothes was ordinary and not from a big brand, the style of the clothes was extremely fashionable and trendy.
It was clear that this was a mother who, with a heart full of love, had meticulously hand-sewn the clothes stitch by stitch, specifically tailored to the boy's figure.
And the result of such meticulous effort was that the little boy, amidst the noisy crowd, was like the most dazzling star in the dark night sky, attracting attention and making it difficult to look away.
Even the adults waiting in line for the awakening ceremony couldn't help but glance at him frequently.
They secretly admired the uniqueness of this little boy and his mother, as well as the striking differences and unique combination within this small family.
Some precocious little lolis had already fixed their gaze on the little boy.
Their eyes sparkled with curiosity and affection, as if, in their eyes, the little boy was the most precious and adorable treasure in the World.
If their parents hadn't been worried about disrupting the queue and thus affecting the smooth progress of the upcoming awakening ceremony, they probably would have been unable to suppress their inner impulse and rushed over to play happily with this cute and handsome big brother.
And in the eyes of the fathers who witnessed this scene, a hint of envy and jealousy towards Tang Ziran involuntarily emerged.
"Damn it, why! This guy is truly infuriating! Why would a goddess like her fall for this brother! I'm not convinced!"
One father muttered in a low voice, his face full of unwillingness.
"My dear daughter, love fades, doesn't it? What's so good about that boy who hasn't even fully matured! Why do you keep staring at him!"
Another father tried to persuade his daughter to shift her gaze, but his daughter still stared intently at the little boy.
"What? You said why Dad is also staring at that boy's mom? Ahem, don't talk nonsense, Dad is staring at that boy!"
The father explained awkwardly, but his flickering eyes occasionally drifted towards the beautiful woman, betraying his true thoughts.
"Oh, with such a cute son, why doesn't she dress him in a little skirt? If it were my child, I would definitely buy him a little skirt to wear!"
Another mother said with an auntie-like smile.
Regarding the envious glances and discussions from outsiders, Tang Wulin, as the protagonist, initially had nothing to say.
After all, he had experienced far too many discussions triggered by his own physical advantages and the stark contrast with his father.
Coupled with Aunt Yin'er accompanying him today, he had fully anticipated such a heated discussion.
But some of the words still made his little face instantly darken.
Because the beautiful woman beside him was not his mother, Lang Yue! But his neighbor aunt and kindergarten teacher—Tang Yin'er.
Since his mother had no spirit power herself, she entrusted this Spirit Master aunt, who had watched him grow up since childhood, to take care of him.
His mother, on the other hand, stayed home to meticulously prepare meals, so that when they returned, she could properly welcome them.
As for Tang Ziran, although he also had no spirit power, as a father, for such an important day for his son, he naturally wanted to witness this moment himself.
So, this was the reason why the three of them looked so vastly different.
After all, although Tang Yin'er was their neighbor, due to her dual identity as both a Spirit Master and a teacher, she was relatively well-off financially and naturally had no shortage of money.
His family, on the other hand, lived solely on the normal income of ordinary people, and their clothing and appearance naturally appeared plain and unadorned.
Of course, Tang Wulin actually had nothing to complain about regarding this point.
After all, with Tang Yin'er's meticulous care for him on a daily basis, let alone a teacher, it wouldn't be an exaggeration for him to call her his godmother.
Therefore, regarding the discussions of that group of people, as long as Tang Yin'er herself didn't mind, Tang Wulin simply let them be.
But the most crucial point was the words spoken by the last person; that was truly the most sensitive point for Tang Wulin!
Because... he had indeed worn a dress... ahem, a little skirt...
Of course, that was merely to satisfy the small preferences of his mother and Aunt Yin'er, so he only wore it occasionally at home.
After all, he had been exceptionally beautiful and cute since childhood, with long, fan-like eyelashes, bright and expressive eyes, a gentle and well-behaved personality, and an even more melodious voice.
Coupled with Aunt Yin'er often taking him to her room and giving him special treatment, under such meticulous care.
His physique and appearance became even more outstanding compared to his peers, like a dazzling pearl radiating captivating brilliance.
So, when his mother suggested that he grow his hair a bit longer.
And occasionally wear little skirts at home, dressing up as a beautiful daughter... and similar requests, to fulfill his mother's small wish during the process of raising her child.
Although he felt a bit shy and unwilling, he ultimately reluctantly accepted
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Chapter 3: The Fantasy Book of All Powers
After all, with Silver Aunt's encouragement, he naturally had no choice but to go along with it.
Of course, under normal circumstances, he definitely wouldn't go out like that.
After all, Lang Yue was his loving mother, and Silver Aunt was a neighbor who had watched him grow up since he was a child. What was wrong with him satisfying their emotional needs?
But... that didn't mean he actually had a fetish for going out in women's clothing!
He was a straight man, for goodness sake!
Playing along with his mom and Silver Aunt at home was already his bottom line, alright!
He wasn't some kind of messed-up sissy!
"My Linlin is so pretty, how can he not dress up when he goes out?"
"Wearing this outfit, Mama guarantees that you and your Silver Aunt will be the most stunning people there!"
"What? You refuse? Mama just wants to make you prettier, what did Mama do wrong?"
"Okay, I get it, my little Linlin has grown up, has his own ideas, and now he doesn't even acknowledge his own mother, sniffle, sniffle."
Recalling the scene of Lang Yue holding a small dress and pretending to cry before they left, Tang Wulin felt a headache coming on.
He could only say that it was fortunate he had insisted on not wearing the small dress his dear mother had custom-made for him, otherwise he would have been utterly humiliated today!
And just as Tang Wulin was inwardly complaining about his dear mother's mischievousness...
His old father beside him was still diligently encouraging and guiding Tang Wulin.
"All in all, son, remember not to be nervous later. No matter if you have spirit power or not, Daddy and Mommy love you..."
"And in this era, it doesn't matter even if you can't become a Spirit Master. After all, aren't Daddy and Mommy both ordinary people?"
"As long as our family can be happy together, that's all that matters, so don't put any pressure on yourself later."
Listening to his old father's nagging, Tang Wulin smiled slightly. He didn't dislike the feeling of someone nagging in his ear.
On the contrary, he greatly enjoyed this nagging, because it was just like Lang Yue's mischievousness.
Although Lang Yue liked to occasionally make him wear small dresses at home and pretend to be a girl, experiencing family life with both a son and a daughter.
But every time they went out, she would dress him up beautifully, further enhancing his already handsome appearance.
This made him stand out among his peers and enjoy the protagonist's treatment of being the center of attention.
And even if they couldn't afford genuine branded clothes, she would spend every day watching videos and learning to hand-sew clothes for him.
This... was the treatment he had always longed for in his previous life. This was the family atmosphere, the love from his parents!
That's right, although his family wasn't wealthy, his Daddy and Mommy would give him the best they could offer.
Tang Ziran's nagging words seemed like the chatter of an ordinary middle-aged uncle.
But this was actually the concern and love of a reticent middle-aged father for his son.
"Tang Wulin!"
At this moment, while Tang Ziran was still speaking earnestly, a teacher walked out of Red Mountain Academy and interrupted him.
Hearing this, Tang Ziran finally stopped talking and pushed him forward.
"Go on, son. Go in with your Silver Aunt to awaken. Remember, no matter if you have spirit power or not, Daddy and Mommy love you."
Tang Wulin nodded, and Tang Yin'er, who was beside him, extended her delicate hand, and the former walked forward with her.
And a female Spirit Transfer Teacher saw a cute little boy and a gentle woman approach.
The slightly annoyed expression on her face instantly turned into a gentle smile.
"What a cute child! Is this your mother? You two look so alike."
"However, our awakening room prohibits non-Spirit Masters from observing."
Tang Wulin explained helplessly, "We're not mother and son, she's my..."
Before he could finish, Tang Yin'er softly interrupted, "I am his teacher and also his neighbor. I'm not an outsider. His mother entrusted me to look after him this time."
With that, Tang Yin'er extended her hand, and a small golden tree radiating life energy appeared.
Listening to Tang Yin'er's explanation and feeling the spirit power fluctuations from her, the female Spirit Transfer Teacher had no choice but to agree.
"Is that so? Alright then, you can stand beside me and watch. Being too close will affect the child's awakening."
As she spoke, the Spirit Transfer Teacher still felt as if something wasn't quite right.
But on the other side, Tang Yin'er retracted her Spirit, nodded, and led Tang Wulin towards the awakening room.
Seeing the two enter, the female Spirit Transfer Teacher also let go of her inner conflict.
"Alright, little one, stand in the middle. I'm going to awaken you now."
"Okay, pretty big sister." Tang Wulin nodded, walking over obediently.
The female Spirit Transfer Teacher shook her head, then a white orb of light appeared in her hand, and she said gently, "What a sweet talker, little one. But just call me big sister normally, no need to praise me too much."
"Okay, pretty big sister, no problem, pretty big sister."
With a small body but great wisdom, Tang Wulin decisively chose to use his youthful charm and good looks to act cute.
And then, as expected, the female Spirit Transfer Teacher's already gentle face became even more benevolent.
"Oh my, look at you. Never mind, little one, stand still. Big sister is about to begin."
Tang Wulin obediently agreed, and then saw the female Spirit Transfer Teacher throw the orb of light towards the ceiling.
"Here we go, little one, concentrate!"
The orb of light instantly merged into the Spirit guidance array on the ceiling. The array patterns on the ceiling lit up accordingly and continuously extended downwards, eventually spreading to his feet.
A warm, slightly tingling power surged into his body from the soles of his feet, and an invisible energy fluctuation spread from him.
Tang Wulin's small mouth slightly parted because a very familiar book suddenly appeared in his consciousness—it was the Fantasy Omnipotent Book that he had obtained in his previous life and lost before it even got warm.
The next second, his body seemed to trigger some kind of sensory device.
"Roar!"
Accompanied by a dragon's roar, a tingling sensation came from his feet. He trembled and closed his eyes, as if enduring intense pain.
Tang Yin'er's gentle face beside him showed an expression of extreme worry. Her delicate fingers unconsciously tightened, as if she wished she could endure the pain of awakening in Tang Wulin's stead.
Seeing this, the female Spirit Transfer Teacher's expression became a little strange.
In her opinion, putting aside Tang Wulin and Tang Yin'er's similar faces, just looking at Tang Yin'er's nervous expression and caring eyes, it was really hard for her to believe that they had no blood relation.
Were they really not mother and son?