Chapter 325: Hooligan

The next day, when Li Luo opened his somewhat heavy eyelids, what met his eyes was the familiar bed canopy of his room. He smacked his lips; his throat was parched, and waves of stinging pain pulsed in his head.

At the same time, memories of last night came flooding back like a tide.

The celebration party had been too lively, and in the end, he had simply gotten drunk.

He had no idea how he had even made it back.

He slowly sat up and steadied his mind, only to be surprised to find that his clothes had been changed into his usual pajamas. His body felt as clean as if it had been scrubbed, and when he sniffed carefully, a faint fragrance lingered on his clothes.

Li Luo was a bit surprised. He got out of bed to wash up and changed into clean clothes. As the resonant power within his body slowly began to circulate, the stinging pain in his head gradually subsided.

His spirit recovered as well.

Only then did Li Luo push the door open and step out.

Pushing open the door, he saw Xin Fu diligently painting on the balcony. Li Luo thought for a moment, walked over, and asked, "Who changed my clothes yesterday?"

Xin Fu glanced at him and mused, "That depends on whether you're asking about your outer garments or your undergarments."

"??" Li Luo was a bit bewildered.

Xin Fu said slowly, "At first, Lu Qinger helped you take off your outer garments, but she was immediately chased out by Senior Jiang, who came in right after. Everything that happened afterward was done by Senior Jiang."

"Not only did she wipe your body clean, but she also helped you change into your pajamas. Besides, she rested here last night, in the same room as Bai Meng."

Li Luo froze, then felt a warmth in his heart. So it really was Jiang Qing'e... However, his expression suddenly shifted. Didn't that mean he had been seen all over and touched all over last night?

What was he supposed to do about this? He'd been taken advantage of!

Xin Fu glanced at Li Luo's exceptionally complex expression and said slowly, "Captain, it's fine to be happy about this in your heart, but you absolutely must not say it out loud. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll be beaten to death with a club today."

Li Luo's face stiffened, and he snorted, "Isn't it only natural for a fiancée to wipe her fiancé's body?"

With that, he flicked his sleeves and turned to head downstairs.

Xin Fu watched Li Luo's noticeably brisk footsteps and curled his lip. Hmph, men.

Li Luo walked down the stairs. The first thing he saw by the window in the living room was the slender, graceful figure of Jiang Qing'e. Today, she wasn't wearing her usual dashing soft armor and battle skirt, but had changed into casual, form-fitting clothes and trousers, making her look much softer.

The morning sunlight streamed in through the window, shining upon her and accentuating her exquisite curves. Her perfect profile was enough to make one's heart skip a beat.

Li Luo was just about to greet her when he noticed another figure sitting opposite Jiang Qing'e. Dressed in a black dress with an elegant temperament, it was actually Instructor Xi Chan.

The two sat across from each other with a cup of hot tea in front of each, seemingly engaged in a quiet conversation.

As if hearing footsteps, both stopped speaking and turned their gazes to see Li Luo coming down the stairs.

Li Luo smiled at them, walked over to the tea table, and sat down. "Good morning, you two."

"The spotlight you stole yesterday even made Dean Ling look at you with new eyes," Instructor Xi Chan said with a smile.

"Then did she strongly insist that I join the Resonance Tempering Hall?" Li Luo asked curiously.

Xi Chan was taken aback and laughed, "Still not sober yet? Just how thick do you think your face is?"

Li Luo said disappointedly, "Could it be that my performance isn't as appealing as Senior Jiang's Nine-Grade Light Resonance?"

Xi Chan shook her head and said, "It seems you aren't just thick-faced, you're also very ignorant. A true Nine-Grade Light Resonance is even more terrifying than you imagine."

Li Luo's face fell. Instructor, is it really okay to discourage a student like this early in the morning? Looking at you, it's as if you wish the big white goose was your student instead.

Jiang Qing'e also smiled from the side. She beckoned toward the kitchen, and Li Luo saw Bai Meng, who had been busy with something, walk over carrying a steaming cup.

"Captain, this is hangover soup. Drink a little; it will make you feel better," Bai Meng said with a gentle smile.

Jiang Qing'e took it and smiled at Bai Meng, "Thank you, Mengmeng."

Li Luo quickly expressed his thanks as well.

While Li Luo was drinking the hangover soup, Instructor Xi Chan changed the subject and said, "Regarding your reward for this mission to the Dark Dwelling, the Golden Hall has reached a decision. They have finally agreed to grant you 100, 00 points as a commendation."

Although he had already learned this result from the Princess yesterday, Li Luo still couldn't help but feel his heart surge, his mouth curling up. However, he immediately thought of something terrifying and quickly pressed his hand over his mouth—this was the psychological trauma brought on by the Smiling Demon in the Dark Dwelling.

"Thank you, Instructor. You must have played a part in this," Li Luo said gratefully.

"I will accept this gratitude, as I did indeed have to waste quite a few words. After all, Shen Jinxiao was adamantly opposed to it, saying the reward exceeded the rules and would be hard to manage in the future." Facing Li Luo's thanks, Instructor Xi Chan accepted it.

"That old dog, I'll beat him to death sooner or later!" Li Luo muttered.

Instructor Xi Chan acted as if she hadn't heard him. She took a black crystal card from her sleeve and said, "The points are all in here. Take it."

Li Luo quickly took it, unable to put it down. At the same time, he felt a sense of relief in his heart. 100, 00 points! If not for the crisis in the Dark Dwelling, he really didn't know how long it would have taken him to scrape together such a massive sum.

Moreover, these points were earned by his own efforts and didn't use any of Jiang Qing'e's resources. This was undoubtedly the best outcome, as Jiang Qing'e would be challenging for the Seven Pillar position at the end of the year, and cultivation resources were crucial for her at this time.

Beside him, Jiang Qing'e also had a hint of a smile on her lips. Anyone could tell she was in an excellent mood. After all, Li Luo's damaged foundation had always been a source of worry for her. Now, with these 100, 00 points, he should be able to exchange for enough Imperial Flow Nectar.

This worry could finally be put to rest.

After giving the points card to Li Luo, Instructor Xi Chan chatted with them for a while longer before rising to leave.

Li Luo and Jiang Qing'e tidied up a bit, said goodbye to Bai Meng, and left the dormitory building together, heading straight for the Exchange Hall within the academy.

The two walked along the plane tree-lined avenue inside the academy. Sunlight filtered through the dense leaves, turning into fine, dappled spots of light that paved the ground beneath their feet.

Jiang Qing'e had her dark hair casually pinned up, letting it fall to her slender waist. With her hands in her pockets and her long legs taking light strides, she seemed to be walking on light.

Many gazes along the way were cast their way inadvertently.

"Ahem."

Li Luo suddenly coughed and said, "You changed my clothes last night? Sigh, you... doing something like that without my consent, you're violating my privacy."

Jiang Qing'e interlaced her long, slender fingers and slowly raised them above her head, stretching her graceful body. Then, looking straight ahead, she said calmly, "Li Luo, do you want to see if your 'cheap energy' or my sword energy is stronger?"

Li Luo shuddered.

Then, Jiang Qing'e tilted her head slightly, her golden eyes sweeping over Li Luo's body, her lips curling slightly.

"Besides..."

"It's not like I haven't seen that body of yours when you were little. What privacy is there to speak of?"

Li Luo felt as if he had been struck by lightning, followed by a sense of shame and indignation.

Jiang Qing'e, you are simply a hooligan!