Chapter 71: Tear Off the Gentle Mask, Little Witch Ning Rongrong!
Chapter 71: Tear Off the Gentle Mask, Little Witch Ning Rongrong!
About half an hour later.
"Creak—"
The door of the small wooden cabin was gently pushed open.
Zhu Zhuqing was the first to walk out.
She walked hurriedly, her head slightly lowered.
Although she tried hard to maintain her usual cold expression,
her bright red earlobes and slightly hurried breathing betrayed the turmoil in her heart.
She didn’t even greet Xiao Wu, who was waiting outside,
but merely took a quick glance before walking quickly toward the girls’ dormitory like a startled fawn.
There was a certain sense of fleeing in panic.
Following closely behind,
Lin Qingmo also walked out.
In his hand, he held that sheet of paper covered with dense data and notes.
His face wore the satisfied expression of a researcher.
He shouted toward Zhu Zhuqing’s almost disappearing back, "The data is mostly complete. Wait for me to organize and calculate it, and I’ll give you the customized training schedule in a couple of days. Remember to come for training on time!"
Zhu Zhuqing’s receding figure seemed to pause slightly, but she didn’t look back, only quickening her pace as she disappeared around the corner.
Watching Zhu Zhuqing’s almost "escaping" back, Xiao Wu blinked her large eyes, a hint of conflict appearing on her face.
She sidled up to Lin Qingmo.
After hesitating for a long while, she gently pulled on his arm.
"A-Qing..."
Xiao Wu’s voice was tiny, carrying a hint of imperceptible nervousness.
"Do you... do you especially like... um... girls with particularly large chests?"
As she spoke, she couldn’t help but look down at the cute curves of her own chest.
Then she thought of Zhu Zhuqing’s breathtaking body curves just now.
She couldn’t help but feel a little bit of loss and comparison in her heart.
Did A-Qing prefer that mature and full type?
Hearing this, Lin Qingmo raised an eyebrow and nodded very frankly and directly.
"Well, to be honest, I do appreciate it; it’s only human nature."
He admitted it without any concealment.
"Oh... I see..."
Xiao Wu’s shoulders visibly slumped, her long eyelashes drooping, and the light in her eyes seemed to dim.
Her whole being was like a small blade of grass withered by the sun.
Seeing her disappointed yet forced little appearance,
Lin Qingmo couldn’t help but burst out with a "pfft" laugh.
He reached out and vigorously rubbed Xiao Wu’s smooth long hair, messing it up a bit.
"Little dummy, what are you thinking?"
His voice softened unconsciously, carrying obvious doting.
"Liking a certain type and liking a certain person are two different things, understand?"
"To me, as long as it’s the person I truly love, no matter what she looks like—tall or short, fat or thin, full or slender—I will like her."
Lin Qingmo bent down, leaning close to Xiao Wu to look directly into her slightly reddened eyes.
"What’s wrong with being small and exquisite? It’s so cute, agile and lively, light and comfortable to hold; it’s just as good."
"Re... really?"
Xiao Wu suddenly looked up.
"Of course it’s true, would I lie to you?"
Lin Qingmo reached out and gently pinched her soft cheek.
Hearing these words, all the gloom on Xiao Wu’s face instantly vanished.
The clouds cleared and the sun came out, as she broke into a brilliant smile.
"Hehe, I knew A-Qing was the best!"
She suddenly lunged over and happily hugged Lin Qingmo’s arm, leaning her little head intimately against his shoulder.
Her face overflowed with pure happiness... Time passed quietly, and training ended.
As the sun set, the golden twilight was like a gentle veil lightly enveloping the entire Shrek Academy.
The playground, houses, and trees were all dyed a warm orange-red.
Having finished today’s "devil training," Lin Qingmo and Xiao Wu walked side by side on the small path back to the dormitory.
Both of them still carried a slight sweat from the exercise.
But their expressions were quite relaxed, chatting idly about this and that.
"What’s going on over there?"
From a distance, they saw a few people gathered in the small open space in front of their dormitory.
Voices drifted over; it seemed like they were arguing?
The atmosphere was a bit off.
The two exchanged a glance and quickened their pace.
As they drew closer, they were indeed all familiar faces.
They saw Ning Rongrong with her hands on her hips, her pretty face flushed red, her chest heaving slightly with excitement.
She was glaring and fiercely confronting Dai Mubai opposite her, refusing to yield an inch.
Oscar stood to the side with a difficult expression.
Looking at Ning Rongrong, then at Dai Mubai, rubbing his hands.
He looked like he wanted to persuade them but didn’t dare.
Meanwhile, Ma Hongjun was shrunk back on the steps of the dormitory entrance far away, maintaining an air of indifference while focusing on watching the show.
Only the small eyes on his round face were darting around, looking excited and gossipy.
"Ning Rongrong, you’re looking for death!"
"Heh, I am looking for death. Do you dare to kill me?"
Ning Rongrong’s crisp voice carried clear anger.
What happened again?
Lin Qingmo pulled Xiao Wu’s hand and stopped not far away.
His gaze swept over the few people confronting each other in the field, and his heart immediately understood perfectly.
"Oh ho, the classic plot has begun."
He muttered to himself.
Isn’t this the famous scene from the original work where the Young MissNing Rongrong was caught slacking during training,
then her Young Miss temper exploded,
and she happened to run into Dai Mubai, whose mood was at rock bottom and ready to blow?
Although the details of the event were quite different from the original work,
it was more or less as he had guessed.
Who was Ning Rongrong?
She was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, born with a silver spoon and pampered in every way!
From childhood to adulthood, those around her were either respectful or sycophantic.
Let alone "heavy labor" like running twenty laps around the academy,
if she even walked a few extra steps when going out, there would probably be people scrambling to carry her.
The "mere" twenty laps Flender assigned today were simply unbearable torture to her.
So, naturally, she slacked off.
She felt tired after just a few laps.
So she secretly found some shade to enjoy some leisure.
In her heart, she felt this broken academy had too many rules and didn’t know how to cherish a beauty at all.
And the result?
She was caught red-handed by the elusive Dean Flender.
Flender’s serious face, and his merciless criticism of her.
What she found most unacceptable was that Flender actually compared her to that Oscar, who only knew how to make Sausages all day!
Saying things like, "Even Oscar could persevere."
She, a Spirit Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, instead couldn’t do it.
He even said that Oscar was an even greater Genius of the support system than she was, and in the future, he might even replace the status of the Seven Treasure Glazed TileSpirit!
These words made Ning Rongrong furious.
At this moment, she had a surge of wicked fire held back in her heart with nowhere to vent.
On the other side, Dai Mubai’s mood had dropped to rock bottom, absolutely terrible.
After being scared away from the training ground by Xiao Wu’s "secret,"
the more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, and the more panicked he felt.
He couldn’t help but go find Zhu Zhuqing after she came out of the wooden cabin.
He tried to explain, tried to win her back.
He even wanted to use that meager past engagement as a talking point.
But Zhu Zhuqing’s gaze toward him was only total coldness and loathing,
that gaze like a knife stabbing into his heart.
Especially when Zhu Zhuqing said pointedly in her cold voice, "You are already broken, why do you still think so much?"
Dai Mubai only felt his head go "buzz" as the world spun around him.
She knew!
She really knew!
The last sliver of hope was ruthlessly crushed.
The pride and dignity he held for years as a Star Luo Prince and the Evil Eyes White Tiger completely collapsed at that moment, turning into dust.
Endless humiliation!
Heaven-shaking rage!
And an unwillingness that reached deep into his bones!
It was as if lava was churning and boiling in his chest, almost burning his entire being to ashes.
He desperately needed an outlet, an object to vent on.
And as luck would have it,
on the way back to the dormitory, he ran into Ning Rongrong, who was also holding back a belly full of fire and looking terrible.
(End of Chapter)
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