Feeling joyful.
He reached out and stroked the "Husky's" head.
"Hmm!"
The young girl covered her head and took a step back.
"We're both men, don't be so petty." An Zhen handed over the second cup of milk tea.
The milky white liquid entered her mouth, and the sweet taste spread, finally calming the girl's displeasure.
Her fair little fist clenched and then loosened, finally she could only "Hmph" and turned to drink the milk tea in large gulps, as if she were sucking someone's blood.
The vibrant campus never lacked couples, and although it was just one extra straw, the meaning it imbued quickly boosted the sales of the couple's edition.
"What's wrong, senior sister? Seeing the junior students so affectionate, are you deeply comforted?" An Zhen secretly moved closer to the senior sister, standing shoulder to shoulder, with his hands behind his back, looking like an elder who was deeply comforted, after pulling the unwilling Wang Dong over to make milk tea.
"You seem to know some things."
The serene woman said calmly, as if her mood was undisturbed. As a Spirit Douluo, she was certain that she had seen An Zhen raise an eyebrow at her after handing over the first cup of couple's milk tea.
"Perhaps senior sister's facial expression management was not up to par when she saw a certain person's figure." The young man replied with a grin.
What bad intentions could an eleven-year-old child have?
Childhood sweethearts can't compete with a sudden arrival.
"I came for you."
Closing her eyes, as if adjusting her mood, the girl opened her eyes and said each word distinctly.
"Oh, I'm flattered."
An Zhen grinned, thinking, "You think I believe that?"
"Your Spirit is very powerful, and I want to understand it. This way, Shrek Academy can formulate a special growth plan for you. You even have the opportunity to become a disciple of the Gourmet Douluo you met earlier."
Zhang Lexuan spoke quickly in one breath, showing her excellent lung capacity. Zhang Lexuan believed that no one would refuse such terms as a growth plan specifically designed by Shrek Academy.
"Not interested."
An Zhen refused.
"Why?"
The serene beauty's voice rarely showed some emotional fluctuation, "You may not know what this means. The Academy can select the Spirit Beast most suitable for you from tens of thousands of Spirit Beasts. You should know the significance of a suitable spirit ring for a Spirit Master."
"Does senior sister know which Spirit Beasts my two spirit rings came from?"
"What?"
"One is a four-hundred-year Soft Bones Rabbit, and the other is an eight-hundred-year Blue Silver Grass."
Zhang Lexuan: …
Generally speaking, a Dragon Spirit requires hunting Spirit Beasts with dragon blood, preferably sub-dragon or golden dragon types.
The beauty's brain worked quickly, but even after recalling all her past knowledge, she couldn't figure out any connection between these two creatures, or between these two creatures and the World.
However, An Zhen's first spirit ring was undoubtedly very powerful, not the result of choosing the wrong Spirit Beast or anything like that.
"I don't need suitable Spirit Beasts, unless Shrek Academy can break a World and then have that World drop a spirit ring for me. Otherwise, I only need to consider the age. The awakened Spirit Ability itself is the ability of my Spirit."
An Zhen felt that he had already said enough to a relatively unfamiliar person.
"So." The young man raised his dark eyes and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, "Does senior sister still have something to say?"
"I want to understand your Spirit and Spirit Abilities."
An Zhen rolled his eyes.
An Zhen moved away from the strange big sister.
A moment later.
A Super Douluo randomly appeared at the school gate's milk tea stall.
"Elder Xuan, does our Shrek Academy have an enforcement team?" An Zhen leaned forward and asked.
"What are you asking that for, kid?"
"I'm being harassed."
The handsome young man looked pitifully at the big shot in front of him, looking very miserable, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, "There's an adult, more than ten years older than me, who keeps chasing me and asking very private questions."
"!"
He took a deep gulp of milk tea, and his dim yellow eyes instantly shone with the domineering aura of a roused male lion. The old man said with an unkind expression, "Who!"
As the head of the Shrek Supervisory Group.
Although he was mainly responsible for Evil Soul Masters, for such a pervert to be so arrogant at the school gate.
It was simply rubbing his face on the ground!
"The other party's identity is extraordinary." An Zhen explained.
"Even if it's a Titled Douluo, this old man can slap him to the ground!"
"She, it's her."
An Zhen's finger pointed to the serene beauty standing quietly in the distance.
"Ouch!"
A cry of pain rang out.
It was An Zhen's voice.
The young man squatted on the ground, holding his head.
"Don't push your luck, kid."
The slovenly old man tossed out a remark and turned away, no longer bothering with the cunning boy.
"But I'm telling the truth."
An Zhen's helplessness was understood by no one.
Spirit and Spirit Abilities can be considered very private matters for a person. It is only in schools with a good atmosphere that they are shared. It should be known that information can determine the outcome of a battle, or even a war. Knowing someone else's Spirit and Spirit Abilities in advance allows ample time to formulate countermeasures, gaining a greater chance of winning in ever-changing battles.
One hour.
Xu Sanshi honestly queued up and bought a cup.
He said he earned the money by working for a day and wanted to buy milk tea for Jiang Nannan with his hard-earned money.
Very inspiring.
An Zhen was touched to earn a 600% profit.
Packed up and returned to the dorm.
Wang Dong went to buy comic books.
Money laundering.
Dividing the money.
After deducting the cost of materials, each person took one-third. An Zhen sighed that he was truly too good to his employees.
Washed up.
Lay on the bed and activated his Spirit.
Having done it once, An Zhen was already familiar with pulling people's consciousness into the Virtual World. He just needed to wait for the Spirit to automatically pull people in.
He placed the two beautiful girls' bodies on the bed, changed them into short sleeves and shorts, and let their long hair down.
One was petite and cute, the other exquisite and dreamy.
After careful consideration, An Zhen raised his hand, and translucent white stockings appeared on the girls' legs, thin as cicada wings, white with a hint of red. For the two beautiful girls with fair and tender skin, this attire did not make other parts of their bodies appear dark; instead, it fully displayed their purity, like cream dotted on soft white bread.
"By the way, will doing other things speed up this process?"
An Zhen felt it was very necessary to try.
And he hadn't had a late-night snack tonight.
So, let's have some dessert.
The girls opened their eyes to the familiar ceiling, and familiar people beside them.
"An Zhen, you're so slow!" Wang Dong complained.
"Haste makes waste."
"I think you're just not that fast."
"You'll know whether slow or fast is better when you grow up."
For men, this is a very serious question.
"You talk as if you're so old."
"Hmm?"
Wang Dong noticed something unusual.
Why were her toes wet, and the white stockings directly clung to her toes?
"There's no water in the room either." The girl wondered.
An Zhen gently touched the corner of his mouth; white stockings indeed required some saliva.
With curled, rounded toes and flushed cheeks, Huo Yutong looked at An Zhen, wanting to speak but hesitating. The loli recalled some past events, An Zhen brother's somewhat peculiar hobbies.
"An Zhen, what kind of water is this?"
Wang Dong curiously touched her toes. Why was this water stringy?