Chapter 950: Luo Quan Is Under My Protection!

I wonder if I’ll really turn into a glutton someday.

Luo Quan rubbed her slightly protruding belly, feeling quite concerned.

I’m already eating this much just at the first level—what if I level up a few more times? Won’t I eat more than a pig?

She guessed it might be because ordinary Earth food contains less energy; if she switched to food from the Universe Star, her appetite might return to normal.

I’ll find out exactly what it’s like by asking Bai Xingwei later.

After packing her clean clothes in the room, Luo Quan opened the portal to the Universe Star.

Before leaving, she gave Dahei and Xiao Yu the usual instructions: stay home, don’t go wandering around.

Seeing the two little things nod frantically, Luo Quan finally stepped through the door with peace of mind.

“Are you there? I’m back.”

On the other side of the portal was the room Bai Xingwei had prepared for her; as soon as she arrived, Luo Quan sent her a message.

A few seconds later, the room door opened.

“If you didn’t come soon, I’d have to use the Lingxi Mirror again to see what you’re up to.”

Bai Xingwei’s anxious expression finally relaxed: “Hurry up and shower, change clothes—we’re leaving.”

“I just showered this morning,” Luo Quan said, exasperated. “Do we really need to dress up for a lecture?”

“Of course!” Bai Xingwei widened her eyes. “Master Xianwu is no ordinary person. Even if he himself is casual, we, his junior students, can’t afford to be disrespectful. We don’t need to dress extravagantly, but at least we should look clean and neat, right?”

“You mean I’m dirty now?” Luo Quan rolled up her sleeve, revealing her snow-white, flawless arm, and glared at her.

She asked, but she agreed Bai Xingwei had a point—it was just another shower.

Unlike ordinary girls, she didn’t need to slather on skincare products, so she showered much faster.

Ten minutes later, Luo Quan stepped out of the bathroom wearing the outfit Bai Xingwei had prepared.

The moment she put it on, she finally understood why Bai Xingwei had been so insistent about the shower—it was all to get her into this outfit that looked exactly like a JK uniform.

“Don’t tell me this is our school uniform.”

Luo Quan walked up to Bai Xingwei with a deadpan expression; the outfit made her feel years younger.

“Hehe, how did you know?” Bai Xingwei grinned mischievously. “All first-year freshmen have to wear the uniform when they arrive.”

Luo Quan was speechless: “Then why aren’t you wearing one?”

“Because I’m a third-year student,” Bai Xingwei said, spreading her hands, utterly unapologetic.

“I give up on you,” Luo Quan sighed, deciding not to argue further.

Since she was already wearing it, she might as well make do.

But wearing the JK uniform felt strangely off.

In her memory, only middle and high schoolers, cosplayers, or some Twitter “female bodhisattvas” wore this kind of outfit.

She just didn’t know if people on the Universe Star saw the same connotations in JK uniforms.

“Enough brooding—let’s go to school,” Bai Xingwei pushed Luo Quan’s shoulders and shoved her out the door.

For children of wealthy families, transportation was the most convenient portal: wherever you wanted to go, just input the destination, then walk through.

Luo Quan herself owned a similar device and knew firsthand how convenient it was.

The two stepped through the portal, and bright sunlight immediately bathed them.

A passing breeze playfully lifted Luo Quan’s golden hair, shimmering like flowing gold.

Bai Xingwei watched, envious: “Your hair color is so beautiful—even in the Holy Federation, few people have hair this gorgeous.”

Luo Quan smiled gently: “You won’t believe this, but I actually prefer your pitch-black hair.”

“People are always like this,” Bai Xingwei sighed, suddenly philosophical. “They don’t cherish what they have, yet crave desperately what they lack.”

“E-excuse me, miss… are you a first-year freshman?”

At that moment, a timid voice spoke up.

Luo Quan turned and saw a delicate-looking boy.

His aura reminded her of the boy from her old band at Dongda.

His name was An Shiyou—he used to be a love-struck puppy.

She hadn’t heard such a confession in ages; since leaving campus and entering society, no clueless young man had ever confessed to her.

Of course, the fans in her livestream who treated her like one of many wives didn’t count.

They loved her, but they loved many other “wives” too.

“So, what’s your motive?” Bai Xingwei smirked, egging things on.

The boy blushed and quickly denied: “No, no! I just saw you wearing the first-year uniform—you must be new here, right? I thought maybe I could help you with directions.”

Probably because his attention was entirely on Luo Quan, he didn’t even recognize Bai Xingwei.

As a star student of the Universe Star Academy, her fame was far from low.

“Thank you for your kindness, but I already have a great guide.”

Luo Quan smiled slightly—so radiant the boy nearly froze, eyes locked on her.

Though she’d long embraced a sexy image, many styles relied on clothing to enhance them.

Like if you wore a loud floral cotton-padded jacket from a rural credit cooperative, no one would associate it with your personality.

Now, she wore a white blouse with a blue skirt—a classic JK uniform.

The skirt ended at her knees; though her legs, clad in little leather shoes, were undeniably beautiful, the overall look remained pure, like a return to student days.

And for a young boy, still new to love, this style was devastating.

Since Luo Quan appeared on the academy square, dozens of eyes had locked onto her and couldn’t look away.

This seemingly weak boy was actually the bravest so far—he was the first to approach her.

But like every other boy who’d tried to talk to her, he was politely turned down.

It wasn’t even really a rejection—he hadn’t said anything romantic; he only wanted to help as a guide.

Perhaps he thought saying “You’re beautiful” outright might scare her off.

So after muttering, “I won’t disturb you then,” he turned and hurried away.

“Funny—he didn’t even recognize me,” Luo Quan said, surprised. “Wasn’t I trending online just a while ago?”

Bai Xingwei laughed: “You were on a few trending lists—that’s not ‘trending online.’ The internet is huge. Maybe some know you, but far more don’t.”

“I see,” Luo Quan nodded thoughtfully.

Maybe she’d been used to being famous on Earth for too long—she hadn’t yet adjusted her mindset.

Now, on the Universe Star, she was starting from zero; her fame wasn’t particularly high.

“By the way, wait here a moment—I’ll go get you a Wisdom Fruit. It’s incredibly helpful for learning, understanding the Dao, and cultivation—it’s a rare treasure only third-year students can obtain.”

“If you eat it now, you’ll grasp Master Xianwu’s teachings faster during the lecture.”

Hearing this, Luo Quan realized Bai Xingwei planned to go alone: “Can I come with you?”

“Can you fly?” Bai Xingwei asked.

“… ” Luo Quan jumped—just a small duang—and didn’t rise at all.

“Haha, since you can’t fly, stay right here. The Wisdom Tree is in the Star Palace up in the sky—you can’t reach it without flying.”

She patted Luo Quan’s shoulder: “Don’t worry—I’ll be back fast. Ten minutes max.”

She really was fast—just the length of a class break.

But Luo Quan wasn’t worried; she just thought it unnecessary to break rules for her to get the fruit.

As a top student of the Academy, Bai Xingwei surely had privileges.

But this Wisdom Fruit sounded so powerful—even with privileges, getting it for someone else couldn’t be easy; it must cost something significant.

That’s why Luo Quan hesitated.

But Bai Xingwei didn’t understand—or maybe she did and didn’t care.

Either way, after speaking, she leapt into the air and vanished into the horizon.

After Bai Xingwei left, more students began watching Luo Quan with hungry eyes.

The first boy hadn’t recognized Bai Xingwei, but not all boys were as ignorant.

Most were wary of this genius sword immortal and dared not act while she was present.

But now that she was gone, they had no more hesitation—they gathered courage and approached.

Of course, they weren’t trying to kidnap her.

After all, they were elite students of the top academy—they still had basic manners.

As the saying goes: gentlemen seek wealth through proper means; gentlemen seek beauty, and must pursue it properly too.

If you just knocked someone out and dragged them home, you’d be no better than an uncivilized savage.

Thus, Luo Quan faced several high-quality, high-standards suitors.

They introduced themselves in various ways, asking for her name and which class she was in.

She could give her name, but she didn’t know her class—she’d just arrived today.

“Luo Quan?” A shrill voice suddenly cut in. “What luck! I’ve searched high and low—and here you are!”

Luo Quan turned toward the voice, frowning immediately.

The speaker was a young man who looked thoroughly untrustworthy.

He wore a flashy pink long robe, his face pale, dark circles under his eyes—the unmistakable signs of excessive indulgence.

Most importantly, his eyes never left her, darting and glinting constantly.

She recognized that look well—she’d encountered it countless times at galas, from men staring at her like that.

She didn’t hate it, but she certainly didn’t like it either.

"It's Zhao Ang."

"Damn, why did he show up?"

"What do we do now?"

"It's fine—this is the Academy."

………………

The murmurs around her allowed Luo Quan to guess roughly what kind of person this young man, dressed like a pampered playboy, truly was.

The previous boys had all been refined, civilized types; this one, she suspected, was the kind who knocked girls out and dragged them home.

But Luo Quan was unafraid—not just because of Bai Xingwei’s backing, but because she carried the token granted to her by the Lord of the White Tiger Hall.

The White God Hall’s representative was not someone to be trifled with.

Yet as Luo Quan thought this, Zhao Ang stepped forward.

"Luo Quan, be my girlfriend!"

"…………"

For three full seconds, the entire crowd fell silent.

Luo Quan herself was momentarily stunned. She’d been confessed to many times, but never so bluntly.

"Sorry, I have no intention of dating right now," Luo Quan replied just as directly.

"Not dating is fine—then be my date," Zhao Ang said without anger, settling for a compromise.

A "date" in this context meant a mistress.

Luo Quan had seen this kind of thing often in the entertainment world, but she never expected someone to say it aloud in public.

Such a person either had unimaginable influence or was hopelessly stupid.

Luo Quan thought Zhao Ang belonged to the former category, though the latter certainly applied to some degree.

"Go find someone else—I don’t want to be anyone’s mistress."

Luo Quan turned and walked away, unwilling to waste another word on him.

But Zhao Ang had no intention of letting her go so easily—he quickly circled in front of her and said: "I know you think Xu Zimo’s favor lets you ignore me, but let me remind you—he’s a prince’s heir, and he can only marry someone of equal status. He can’t give you the happiness you want."

"But I’m different—I control my own marriage. I’m completely devoted to you."

After hearing this, Luo Quan internally groaned.

How was this any different from a third-rate romantic web novel?

"Sorry, I have no relationship with Xu Zimo either. I’ve told him the same thing—so you needn’t worry."

Luo Quan’s expression grew colder, yet to the group of boys, she remained just as captivating.

Especially Zhao Ang—he was the closest to her.

"Stop resisting, Luo Quan. By revealing your true relationship with Xu Zimo, you’ve thrown away his protection."

"If you don’t find someone else, how will you survive at school?" Zhao Ang gazed at Luo Quan with rapt fascination, his eyes glazed with lust.

Just as Luo Quan was about to reply, a figure descended from above, striking Zhao Ang back ten paces with a single blow.

"Who told you Xu Zimo is your protection?"

Bai Xingwei stared at Zhao Ang with icy eyes and declared loudly: "Listen well—Luo Quan is under my protection!"