Chapter 093: Sorry, I Don’t Like Boy-Crazy Girls

Qian Baidu said, “What else could it be? It had to be the freshman boss!”

Xin Lang shrugged. “I just wanted to level up faster.”

“Damn, why didn’t I think of that?” Hong Jingang exclaimed. “This afternoon I’m going to challenge the rotating champions on the main arenas too!”

“Heh,” Xin Lang said with a smile. “That probably won’t work this afternoon. I’ve already beaten them all up.”

At that, Hong Jingang grew anxious. Xin Lang had already pulled eighteen points ahead of him. If this went on, he would sooner or later become Xin Lang’s lackey.

“I’m not eating anymore!” Hong Jingang said, setting down his food.

“Why not?” Xin Lang asked.

Hong Jingang stood up. “I’m going to register now. I’ll sign up at all twenty battle halls. I have to catch up to you!”

With that, he bolted out of the cafeteria.

“Right,” Xin Lang said. “Besides challenging the rotating champions on the main arenas of the battle halls, you can also sign up at a few more battle halls. That way you’ll have more chances.”

“I’m done eating too!” After gnawing the last bite from his chicken leg, Qian Baidu stood up. “I’m going to register as well. No matter what, I can’t fall too far behind the freshman boss!”

Seeing how fired up Qian Baidu and Hong Jingang were, Gu Pangzi also gave up on eating and followed them to register.

Soon, only Xin Lang remained at the table. He was in no hurry and kept eating at an unhurried pace, thinking to himself, “It’s lunch break. Even if you go now, you still won’t be able to register.”

“Classmate, there aren’t any seats left. May we sit here?”

Xin Lang was eating contentedly when a voice suddenly interrupted him.

Before he even looked up, the entire area seemed to fall silent. At the same time, a dozen jealous gazes seemed to slash across him.

Xin Lang lifted his head, and his heart gave a small jolt. The speaker was Murong Yueyin, and beside her stood the little girl Qiu Yue, who was holding the meal she had just bought.

Xin Lang glanced at Murong Yueyin and had to admit she was a rare beauty. In looks, she was no less striking than Meng Linglong, though she lacked a trace of that otherworldly grace.

Back at Skyreach Mountain, Xin Lang had robbed Murong Yueyin of her money and jade pendant. He knew she had already begun to suspect him yesterday, and he did not want her to notice anything amiss now.

Keeping his head down, Xin Lang continued to battle his food while saying, “The table’s too messy. You’d be better off eating at another one.”

“Damn, what’s wrong with this freshman? He actually turned down Murong Yueyin!” cried a student at the neighboring table.

“Murong Yueyin is one of the academy’s four great belles, and she’s also a Gold Ranking student! This kid’s got some nerve, refusing her like that!” said another.

A third student said, “You’re both wrong. It’s not that he wanted to refuse her. It’s that he had no choice but to.”

“Why?” asked the first two in confusion.

“Think about it. Who are the people pursuing Murong Yueyin? Her suitors are all top-ranked Gold students. If those guys found out he was eating at the same table as her, wouldn’t he be dead meat?”

“That makes sense,” the first two said, nodding in agreement.

The onlookers all assumed that after being refused, Murong Yueyin would grow angry and leave. To everyone’s surprise, however, she did not leave. Instead, she rolled up her sleeves and began clearing away the unwanted dishes on the table.

“It’s fine,” Murong Yueyin said. “We can just tidy things up. Better than standing around and eating.”

“Uh...”

Murong Yueyin’s reaction not only exceeded Xin Lang’s expectations, it also stunned everyone nearby.

“What’s going on? Could Murong Yueyin be chasing that kid instead?”

“No way. Didn’t she say there were no seats?”

“Tch, and people actually believe that! There are still two empty seats at our table. Why didn’t Murong Yueyin come sit here?”

Xin Lang’s excuse had already been smashed to pieces by Murong Yueyin, so he could not say anything else. He could only let Murong Yueyin and Qiu Yue sit down.

After sitting, Murong Yueyin did not rush to eat. Instead, she said to Xin Lang, “Classmate, are you a freshman?”

Xin Lang kept his head down, chewing, and gave a muffled, “Mm.”

“Oh? A freshman? Then why do I feel as if I’ve seen you somewhere before?” Murong Yueyin said, studying the expression on his face.

Xin Lang felt a chill creeping up his back. “This girl really is here to test me.”

He put on an unconcerned expression and said, “Maybe I just look too ordinary, so you have that feeling.”

“No, that’s not it. I think you’re actually quite handsome.”

As she said that, a faint dreamy look even appeared on Murong Yueyin’s face, so sweet and adoring that anyone who saw it would have their heart stirred.

“Damn, Murong Yueyin really is chasing that kid!” shouted student one.

“Oh, heavens! Why would the goddess in my heart take a liking to that brat?” student two wailed.

Xin Lang broke out in a cold sweat. If he had not lived two lifetimes and possessed such a mature will, this little girl Murong Yueyin might really have dazzled him.

But seeing the resentment surging through the crowd around him, Xin Lang understood that Murong Yueyin was doing this on purpose.

He thought, “You want to play mind games with me? Fine. I’ll play along and see who ends up worse off.”

Xin Lang set down his food and gave Murong Yueyin a slow once-over from head to toe before saying solemnly, “I’m sorry, but I like girls with depth. I don’t like airheaded girls.”

Seeing this, student one cried out, “Good heavens! Was Murong Yueyin rejected?”

Student two said, “He actually called Murong Yueyin an airhead with no depth!”

Student three said, “He’s not wrong. Murong Yueyin did look a little airheaded just now. Only a little, but it was definitely the look of an airhead. No mistake about it!”

Xin Lang’s words made Murong Yueyin grit her teeth in anger. She was about to find a way to strike back when another beauty appeared beside the table.

“Heh, so you dare call Murong Yueyin an airhead? Handsome boy, you’ve got guts.”

As that silver bell of a voice reached his ears, Xin Lang caught a faint seductive fragrance. The scent was like an aphrodisiac, stirring his blood and making it hard to suppress the primal desire within his body.

Xin Lang sized up the beauty before him. With her long, graceful legs, slender waist, surging full breasts, and a face no less beautiful than Murong Yueyin’s, this woman was unquestionably a rare enchantress of the world, the kind of forbidden treasure any man longed to claim for himself.

“Hu Qingqing, who are you calling an airhead?” Murong Yueyin and Hu Qingqing had old grievances between them, and now that Hu Qingqing had just labeled her an airhead, Murong Yueyin immediately flared up.

“Heh, I didn’t say it. It was this handsome boy here,” Hu Qingqing said, her crafty eyes playing at Murong Yueyin while she shifted all the blame onto Xin Lang.