52 Chapter Keeping a Low Profile is Also a Challenge_1

Due to the earlier incident, at least half the people left, so it was soon Xiaowu's turn...

However, her anxious gaze kept looking back,....

She thought anxiously, "Why hasn't Xiaosan come back yet? Could something have happened?"

Ten minutes had already passed, and Tang San still hadn't returned. The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, feeling somewhat at a loss for what to do...

The elder in the thatched cottage cleared his throat softly. Seeing that it was a girl, his tone softened a bit as he reminded, "It's your turn, pay the fee and then extend your hand for me to see."

Xiaowu bit her thin lip with some difficulty and forced a smile, "Umm, could you wait a moment? My brother Sheng hasn't come back yet."

As soon as she said this, the people queuing behind immediately showed angry expressions and scolded, "If you're not enrolling, then get out of the way quickly! Don't delay all of us!"

"Exactly, do you know how long we've been queuing? Just because of you, we all have to wait so long. Why should we?"

"Move it, make way!"

Xiaowu knew she was in the wrong in this matter and silently stepped aside, casting a somewhat pleading look at Dai Mubai, whom she was supposed to dislike...

Having clearly observed Xiaowu's actions, Dai Mubai stroked his chin in thought, "??? Is she asking for my help? That Tang San guy seems like he could join, so lending a hand wouldn't hurt!"

So, Dai Mubai leaned over and muttered a few words into the elder's ear. A look of surprise flickered across the elder's face, followed by a kind smile at Xiaowu, "It's okay, young lady. Step aside for now. When your brother Sheng arrives, I'll give you both another chance."

Being able to persuade Mubai to speak for that kid called Tang San suggested the latter was no slouch in talent...

...

Ning Rongrong took a step forward, dropped five golden soul coins into the dark box, extended her arm, and smiled, "My name is Ning Rongrong, my Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

The elder suddenly coughed loudly, his eyes widening as he asked again, "Cough, cough... You said your Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, so does that mean you are the daughter of the Sect Leader of the Seven Treasures Glaze Sect?"

He continued to ask, "Did you come out on your own accord, does your father know?"

This was the daughter of the Sect Leader of the Seven Treasures Glaze Sect; what would her father think if she joined Shrek Academy?

However, the thought that today a person with the so-called best auxiliary Tool Soul on the Continent was willing to join Shrek Academy excited him...

Ning Rongrong silently extended her arm, retorting with a smile, "Is there a rule that says people from the Seven Treasures Glaze Sect can't join Shrek Academy?"

The elder was taken aback, then thoughtfully said, "Well... indeed, that's true."

Shrek only welcomed monsters, regardless of what Martial Soul they possessed or which sect they came from!

With that, he extended a finger and slowly placed it on Ning Rongrong's delicate wrist...

After a moment, he exclaimed joyfully, "The constitution and Soul Power are both appropriate!"

Ning Rongrong playfully blinked her eyes, "So, can I join Shrek now??"

The elder laughed heartily, "Of course you can. Shrek is very happy to welcome little monsters like you to join."

Suddenly, Xiaowu, who was standing by, pointed towards the direction at the end of the long queue and toward a familiar figure, "Brother Sheng is here! But why is that person also here?"

With Xiaowu's exclamation, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Dai Mubai all looked back...

They saw a scruffy-looking man walking side by side with Tang San...

Xiaowu immediately walked over, angrily pointing at Xu Sheng as she turned to Tang San, "Xiaosan, how could you..."

Xu Sheng swept his icy gaze over Xiaowu. As a Title Douluo, he saw Xiaowu in front of him as nothing more than a pink, fluffy bunny.

Tang San quickly grabbed Xiaowu's finger and explained with a wry smile, "Xiaowu, you've misunderstood. His name is Xu Sheng, I used to call him Brother Sheng, we haven't seen each other in three years. We just happened to meet today."

The very angry Xiaowu heard this and her face instantly flushed...

It seems I was the only one who had misunderstood the situation, resulting in a flushed face of embarrassment...

With a deeply aggrieved look, she glared at Xu Sheng resentfully...

It was all his fault; otherwise, how could I have found myself in such an awkward predicament...

Behind the four, Dai Mubai had a grave expression as he stared intently at the unkempt Xu Sheng. His Martial Soul, the Evil Eye White Tiger, had just let out a faint growl, seemingly warning him not to provoke this man named Xu Sheng!

He quickly retreated next to Zhu Zhuqing, grabbing onto her palm tightly...

Zhu Zhuqing initially furrowed her brows and instinctively attempted to break free, but Dai Mubai's grip was as firm as steel. No matter how much she struggled, there was not the slightest slack...

Feeling that something was not quite right, Zhu Zhuqing turned to look at Dai Mubai, and seeing his extremely somber and grave expression, she realized something was amiss!

So she stopped trying to pull away deliberately...

Among all the people present, only Ning Rongrong with her flushed eyes stared fixedly at Xu Sheng, the tears brimming in the corners of her eyes blurring her vision...

Ning Rongrong walked up to Xu Sheng, her voice tinged with sobs as she questioned, "He just said your name is Xu Sheng? Why didn't you tell me when we met before?!"

She definitely couldn't have misheard; she had been longing for this name for three full years!

As she spoke, she ran into Xu Sheng's chest...

Xu Sheng didn't know what to say, lifting his hand to softly stroke her slightly brownish-delicate hair, "...I thought you had forgotten me."

The previous day, they had stayed together in a room for the night, yet he hadn't observed Ning Rongrong carefully...

Of course, that didn't include the time when Ning Rongrong was in the pool...

Ning Rongrong clenched her small fists and knocked on Xu Sheng's sturdy chest, then buried her head and sobbed, "How could I possibly forget about you? But you, you never came to find me after you left, I thought you..."

Xu Sheng's lips began to twitch. Why did Ning Rongrong's words feel increasingly strange?

They had only spent one night together—or rather, to be precise, it was the second night.

Why did her words make it sound like he had abandoned her for decades like some heartless lothario?

Tang San sighed from the side, "Worthy of Brother Sheng, after all these years, it seems like you've accumulated quite a few romantic debts!"

Xiaowu suddenly pinched Tang San's arm fiercely, "Xiaosan? You better not learn from this Xu Sheng in the future, or else I will... stop talking to you!"

Tang San gasped sharply and hastily replied, "Let go first, Xiaowu. Even if I wanted to, I don't have Brother Sheng's heaven-defying good looks."

However, he was secretly curious why Xu Sheng, upon meeting him, didn't remove his hat and cloak, instead choosing to look so unkempt.

Could there be some secret unknown to others?

...

Seeing that the members of the Shrek Seven Monsters were all staring at him, even though Xu Sheng had covered his face, he still felt somewhat embarrassed...

He gently patted Ning Rongrong, who was buried in his chest, speaking in an indifferent tone, "Alright, alright, there are so many people watching..."

Returning to her senses, Ning Rongrong's face flushed with redness, and she stepped back with pretended composure, whispering a reminder, "Xu Sheng, you should quickly take off your hat and cloak; you look like a beggar."

However, this statement immediately piqued the strong curiosity of the other four.

This man had himself covered up so tightly; could it be that Xu Sheng's appearance was indescribably unique?

Xu Sheng sighed and thought to himself, "It seems sometimes trying to be low-key can also be difficult..."

Then, he reached out with his right hand, grasped the hat, and slowly took it off...

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