Chapter 180: Do You Need My Protection?

Feng Qinru and Lu Haitao watched Lu Jing's figure disappear inside the High‑Speed Rail station, then turned around to head home.

Lu Leyi, meanwhile, looked around as if searching for something, and when she saw Leng Yueyue trailing behind Lu Jing, a happy aunt‑like smile spread across her face.

"Mom, dad, you said my brother's age isn't small anymore; shouldn't he find a girlfriend?"

Lu Leyi held Feng Qinru's hand and asked.

"Yes, little Jing is already an adult, it's time to look for a partner. He's been honest since childhood; I'm afraid he's never even held a girl's hand…"

Feng Qinru perked up at Lu Leyi's reminder, "Since little Jing won the Martial Top Scholar, many have come to play matchmaker; we should help him find someone too."

"Don't waste your idle thoughts," Lu Haitao laughed, "Our child is so outstanding, how could he not find a wife? At Martial University, he'd at least be in a class!"

Lu Leyi, listening nearby and displeased, interjected, "Dad, women from outside aren't reliable; wouldn't it be better for my brother to find someone from our Anwu City?"

"What do you know? Rabbits don't eat the grass by their own burrow!"

Lu Haitao patted Lu Leyi's head, "What are you, a little girl, thinking about every day!"

"Passengers waiting for the train, please note: High‑Speed Rail train G618 from Dongchuan to Kyoto departs in five minutes; please check tickets promptly!"

Lu Jing had just reached the ticket gate when he heard the horn broadcast urging ticket checks.

As he queued to check his ticket, someone behind him called out.

"Lu Jing? It's really you!"

Hearing a familiar voice from behind, Lu Jing turned his head.

"Leng Yueyue? Why are you here?"

Leng Yueyue was seen carrying luggage in both hands, her cheeks flushed with a hint of red from hurrying.

"I'm taking the High‑Speed Rail to Kyoto; Martial University is about to start classes, right?"

Leng Yueyue said with a smile.

Lu Jing nodded, "Then let's go together."

The two passed through the ticket gate one after another and entered the carriage to find seats.

Leng Yueyue pretended to glance casually at Lu Jing's ticket, then exclaimed in surprise, "Lu Jing, what a coincidence! Not only are we on the same train, but our seats are right next to each other!"

After speaking, she showed the ticket in her hand to Lu Jing.

Seeing the ticket in Leng Yueyue's hand, Lu Jing was also stunned; could such coincidences really happen?

Realizing the ticket was bought by Lu Leyi, Lu Jing understood.

Looks like his own sister sold him out.

But Lu Jing said nothing, helped Leng Yueyue store her luggage, and the two sat side by side.

Through casual chat, Lu Jing learned that Leng Yueyue also applied to Fuqian Martial University in Kyoto, which is close to the Shogunate Martial University.

The High‑Speed Rail set off.

Leng Yueyue tilted her head, carefully observing Lu Jing, who was leaning by the window watching the scenery.

From such close observation, Leng Yueyue found Lu Jing's skin even more delicate and fair than hers.

His high nose bridge and deep‑set brows gave a breathtaking beauty.

Leng Yueyue inhaled deeply, sensing a faint sunlit scent on Lu Jing, causing her cheeks to flush.

While Leng Yueyue observed Lu Jing, a boy opposite them was also watching her.

Leng Yueyue is a goddess‑level student at Anwu City No. 2 High, and from the boy's straight gaze it was clear her looks had strong lethal power.

The youthful aura of a seventeen‑eighteen‑year‑old girl, combined with the scarlet thin dress she wore especially for Lu Jing, exposed a large swath of snow‑white skin at the neckline and hem, making her stand out in the carriage.

The boy observed for a while and, from Lu Jing and Leng Yueyue's interaction, concluded they were not a couple.

He thought about his wording, then struck up conversation, "Miss, are you both heading to Kyoto for school?"

Leng Yueyue came to herself, looked at the boy opposite, her attention having been fixed on Lu Jing, she hadn't noticed when anyone sat there.

"Yes, I'm from Fuqian Martial University."

Leng Yueyue replied politely.

"Fuqian Martial University, what a coincidence?"

The boy's eyes lit up, his body leaning forward, "I'm also from Fuqian Martial University; why haven't I seen you before?"

"We're first‑year freshmen, haven't checked in yet."

"So you're junior sisters, hello, I'm Zhang Zihan, a third‑year student at Fuqian."

Zhang Zihan smiled and extended his hand.

However, after a moment, Leng Yueyue had no intention of shaking his hand and awkwardly withdrew her hand.

Lu Jing watched from the side, almost laughing; he had almost forgotten that Leng Yueyue is called the Ice‑Mountain Goddess at school.

"Ahem, you're freshmen and may not yet understand the harshness of Martial University; many tasks require senior help to complete."

Zhang Zihan cleared his throat twice to ease the awkwardness, then continued, "When I was a freshman on a mission, I was lucky to have a senior in Fuqian help me; otherwise I might not have returned."

"So you also need to find a strong 'thigh' to hold you at school, at least have a warrior's strength."

"If you need it, come find me; I just broke through to the Fourth Realm Warrior, we're fellow townsfolk, helping each other is proper!"

Zhang Zihan said confidently.

As a third‑year student, his warrior strength is only average, but he still has bragging capital in front of freshmen.

After Zhang Zihan finished speaking, he expected Leng Yueyue to show admiring eyes, but neither she nor Lu Jing reacted, as if they hadn't heard him.

"Um… junior sister, don't you need me to help with missions?"

"No, I think missions should be done by oneself."

Leng Yueyue shook her head lightly.

Zhang Zihan, unwilling to give up, looked at Lu Jing again, "And this junior brother?"

"Him?"

Leng Yueyue was slightly startled, then covered her mouth and laughed, "He certainly doesn't need it, and he isn't from Fuqian Martial University."

"He's not from our school…"

Zhang Zihan's eyes flickered slightly, and he felt great joy.

He had been silent all the way, constantly putting on a cold front; he had long found Lu Jing disagreeable.

On top of being ignored by Leng Yueyue, his heart grew a few more sparks of resentment.

"I told you, our Fuqian Martial University is already a key undergraduate institution; getting in isn't that easy."

Hearing Zhang Zihan's accusatory words, Leng Yueyue's face instantly turned cold.

"He isn't from Fuqian Martial University, but he is from the Shogunate Martial University."

"What?"

Zhang Zihan was instantly stunned.

"Shogunate Martial University?"

At their Fuqian Martial University, there is an unwritten rule: never provoke anyone from the Shogunate Martial University.

Because those who can enter the Shogunate Martial University are geniuses among geniuses.

The commissioned tasks in the first semester of the Shogunate Martial University are as difficult as the senior-year tasks at Fuqian.

The two martial universities differ greatly in strength yet sit very close, so Fuqian students are often bullied.