Chapter 44: Oscar's Sourness, My Goddess Is Luo Ye's Sycophant

Thighs won't do, but a certain calf can let you hug it.

Luo Ye muttered a teasing remark to himself, yet on the surface he gave a serious answer.

"It's not about hugging thighs, but if you want to team up with me after reaching rank thirty, I have no objection."

"With your Seven Treasure Glazed Tower assisting us, we can surely defeat our opponents easily."

Seeing Luo Ye not refuse, Ning Rongrong smiled sweetly.

"Great, I'll note that down. Don't worry, I will definitely train hard and raise my soul power past thirty as soon as possible."

Zhu Zhuqing pursed her lips, feeling a slight sourness in her heart, thinking Ning Rongrong had ill intentions and was likely using the pretext of getting closer to Luo Ye to scheme against him.

Precisely because she was thinking of Luo Ye's grand plan, she couldn't stop it and instead had to actively push this situation, which really makes one feel stifled just thinking about it.

Not only Zhu Zhuqing felt stifled; Oscar was equally sour.

Yesterday, upon seeing Ning Rongrong, Oscar's heart fluttered for this clever and lively girl, especially after learning she was the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect, which strengthened his resolve to pursue her.

To that end, he changed his previously unkempt appearance, altering not only his clothing but also shaving off his beard.

As a result, Ning Rongrong gave him no courtesy at all, even speaking harshly to him.

I had thought Ning Rongrong was just that sort of mischievous girl, but seeing her act obedient and flattering in front of Luo Ye finally made Oscar understand: the goddess only puts on a sour face for her sycophants, and in front of the men she approves of, she even actively becomes a sycophant herself.

But according to the information he gathered from Tang San yesterday, Ning Rongrong clearly didn't know Luo Ye before coming to Shilaike Academy.

Could she have fallen that quickly?

"No way, I will never give up. I can't believe Ning Rongrong, knowing full well Luo Ye's relationship with Zhu Zhuqing, would still keep acting like this!"

"As long as I keep striving, someday I will surely move Ning Rongrong's heart."

The opponents for one-on-one martial soul matches are decided by lot, and while Luo Ye and his seven companions went to draw lots, Flandre also went to place bets.

However, he didn't bet on everyone at once; he only placed his wager on Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.

Even though Luo Ye, Tang San, and their five teammates had jointly defeated Zhao Wuji yesterday, Flandre hadn't witnessed it himself and didn't know the exact level of each of their abilities.

If Zhao Wuji's loss yesterday was merely due to underestimating them, and Flandre now places his gold soul coins on Luo Ye and company, losing would be a huge loss.

To figure out whom he can bet on in the future, he naturally needs to first observe the strength of these new students.

This way, it will also be convenient for him to manipulate things from behind the scenes.

For example, once Luo Ye, Tang San, and the others win more matches and the odds drop, Flandre can completely have them deliberately lose to opponents, ruthlessly harvesting a wave of gold soul coins.

For Flandre, employing such tactics entails absolutely no psychological burden.

He previously made a fortune using this method on Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, and now he naturally wants to replicate it.

"Hmm, these two girls are quite strong; at twelve they're about to become three-ring Soul Elders, and even looking across the whole continent, their talent counts as top-notch."

Flandre watched Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu battling on the martial soul arena, nodding with satisfaction.

But as if recalling something, his expression turned slightly odd, and his gaze toward Dai Mubai also became strange.

"A Netherworld Spirit Cat martial soul, and she's surnamed Zhu—isn't she the daughter of the Star Luo Zhu clan? Plus Dai Mubai's attitude toward her; could she be his fiancée?"

"But if that's really the case, why does Zhu Zhuqing completely ignore Dai Mubai and instead act so intimately with Luo Ye?"

"That Dai Mubai kid—could he not have had his wall dug up by Luo Ye wielding a hoe?"

After realizing this possibility, Flandre silently prayed for Dai Mubai.

Even if he inwardly favored Dai Mubai as the obedient student, he still had to admit that, facing Luo Ye, Dai Mubai had no advantage besides the engagement, and was inferior in every other aspect.

Whether it's soul power talent or appearance and demeanor, everything gets crushed by Luo Ye.

If Zhu Zhuqing truly is Dai Mubai's fiancée, then trying to win her back would be impossibly difficult.

Just as Flandre was silently sighing, Luo Ye and Tang San, after having their names called, also stepped onto the martial soul arena.

Seeing them separately mount different martial soul arenas, Flandre couldn't help but click his tongue.

"What a pity—Tang San's soul power is still below thirty, so he can't be drawn together with Luo Ye; otherwise I'd really like to see how strong this disciple of Xiaogang actually is."

After receiving the note that Yu Xiaogang had Tang San deliver to him, Flandre also learned that Tang San was the disciple of his good friend Yu Xiaogang, instantly realizing that Tang San bore Yu Xiaogang's hopes and attempting to have Tang San vindicate him.

Even Flandre had to admit that Yu Xiaogang's judgment remained as sharp as ever.

After all, Tang San is the son of Tang Hao, that Hao Tian Douluo.

"No way—if Tang San is Tang Hao's son, how could his martial soul be Blue Silver Grass? Could it be that this kid has twin martial souls?!"

Flandre's pupils contracted slightly, and his gaze toward Tang San grew even more fervent.

"It all matches up—everything fits!"

"Given Xiaogang's personality, if Tang San's martial soul were merely Blue Silver Grass, no matter how outstanding his talent truly is, Xiaogang would absolutely not accept him as a disciple."

"Only if Tang San possesses twin martial souls could he possibly become Xiaogang's disciple~!"

Flandre was very excited.

If his guess is correct, then the quality of this year's new students would far exceed his expectations.

Earlier, hearing Dai Mubai and others say they wanted to win the Soul Master Tournament championship, Flandre remained unmoved, knowing the possibility was truly too slim.

But looking at it now, it really isn't completely impossible!

"Observe carefully; if Tang San and Luo Ye's talent really is as exaggerated as Zhao Wuji said, then we need to change our plans and cultivate them wholeheartedly."

Flandre multitasked, simultaneously watching the martial soul matches of Luo Ye and Tang San.

Yet what he never expected was that the two matches started simultaneously, but while Tang San's side hadn't even made a move, Luo Ye's match had already ended, swiftly and cleanly securing victory.

Watching Luo Ye stand tall and straight on the martial soul arena, Flandre was utterly bewildered.

"No, I haven't even seen the details yet, and it's already over?"

(End of chapter)