Chapter 213: The Senior's Spell of Infatuation—Protecting the Best Senior Once Again!
Jiang Chen's eyes lit up instantly. "Really?"
"A promise is a promise!" Bi Ji nodded firmly.
"Alright, ask away."
At that moment, Bi Ji looked just like a gossiping aunt from a human village, her eyes brimming with curiosity.
"You—what exactly is your relationship with her?"
"Is she pursuing you?"
"Or is it that you like her?"
"Or maybe… you want both?"
Her questions came rapid-fire, one after another, completely stunning Jiang Chen.
He blinked blankly. "Wait, how many questions was that?"
"Don't worry about that—just answer me!"
The atmosphere went silent for a beat.
Jiang Chen rubbed his temple, trying to gather his thoughts.
Finally, he spoke calmly. "No matter what, it's impossible between us."
Unless they… laid an egg together.
A "marriage first, love later" kind of thing.
Otherwise… what love?
He'd rather stick with Na'er.
Bi Ji's expression turned disappointed.
In human terms—had their Master become a love-stricken loser?
So pitiful!
To think their once wise and mighty ruler, who had seemed so cold and untouchable, had fallen so deeply that heartbreak turned her into a weepy wreck hiding beneath blankets.
How… adorable.
"Alright," Bi Ji said softly, "you can go."
Jiang Chen blinked suspiciously. "You're actually letting me leave?"
"Of course. Unless you'd prefer to stay."
Before she even finished her sentence, he was gone—a puff of wind vanishing into the distance.
The distance from Star Dou City to Douluo City wasn't large, but several days had already passed.
"Dun dun dun! Your king has returned!"
Bursting into his dorm, Jiang Chen froze.
His bed—gone. His belongings—gone.
In their place sat some unidentified object. The room looked completely rearranged.
What the—?
Checking again, he confirmed that even his toiletries and personal items had disappeared.
This used to be a four-person dorm: Jiang Chen, Tang Wulin, Zhang Yangzi, and Wang Jinxi.
He'd only been gone three days!
Had they really erased all traces of him that fast?
"…Did I walk into the wrong dorm?"
He stepped out to recheck the doorplate.
Room 202.
Correct.
"What the hell happened here?"
"Brother Jiang Chen, you're back!"
Wang Jinxi stepped out of the bathroom, towel around his shoulders. Seeing Jiang Chen staring at his emptied space, he explained, "A girl named Na'er from Shrek Academy came by and packed up all your stuff. Then Xie Xie moved in."
"…That kid moves fast," Jiang Chen muttered.
If he weren't such a proper man, he might've wondered whether Xie Xie's interest in Tang Wulin went beyond friendship.
That thought reminded him—his communicator should work again!
"Little Evil?"
"Little Jun?"
"Evil-Eyed Tyrant?"
He tried calling multiple contacts, but none of them connected.
Damn it! Gu Yue really had cut him off from the network.
So ruthless!
"You know where Na'er went?" he asked.
Wang Jinxi shook his head. "When she came, I offered to help move things, but she refused."
"What about Tang Wulin?"
At that name, Wang Jinxi's expression turned… complicated.
"Uh… he's in class."
"What are you planning to do?"
Meanwhile, Tang Wulin was on campus, glaring daggers at the man before him—like a predator guarding its meal.
"I'm looking for Ouyang Zixin," the man said, slightly bewildered.
"She's working on an experiment. Whatever you need, tell me."
Tang Wulin recognized him. He'd seen this guy having dinner with his beloved senior before.
And as a fellow man, he knew exactly what the other was after!
Well—for that, he could only dream.
He would protect the world's best senior sister!
Ever since joining Lin Zichen's research group, he got to see Senior Ouyang every day. He no longer needed to pretend to "accidentally" share her courses.
Her attitude toward him had softened again—almost like during those days when they'd trained side by side on the track field.
Every time he remembered that, Tang Wulin regretted his rash confession.
He should've stayed by her side as a friend instead of ruining their dynamic.
The man sighed, sizing Tang Wulin up, then smiled faintly.
"Never mind then."
"Hmph! Trying to steal my senior? Over my dead body!"
Tang Wulin huffed and strutted into the lab, humming under his breath.
Within Lin Zichen's research division, Ouyang Zixin was the only student granted a personal laboratory space.
Lin Zichen valued her potential, nurturing her as a direct assistant.
As for Tang Wulin… well, in Lin Zichen's eyes, he was a walking bundle of talent and the perfect test subject.
Still, he'd earned a spot.
"Senior!"
Tang Wulin's eyes sparkled as he entered. Ouyang Zixin's lab attire wasn't glamorous, but her elegance and calm beauty captivated him instantly.
Ouyang Zixin frowned slightly, noticing again how his entire focus centered on her.
Honestly, she was frustrated.
"Young man, you're at Douluo University to study, not to flirt," she scolded. "Shouldn't you have bigger ambitions?"
He didn't answer—just stood there smiling foolishly.
Helpless, she sighed. Sometimes she wondered whether his loyalty was admirable or simply exhausting.
He had followed her for so long without complaint—it almost moved her.
Almost.
Still, it gave her a headache.
"Senior sister, where are you… help me here," she thought silently, looking around for her confidante. "If you don't come soon, I might actually fall for this kid! And if I do, you'd have every right to kill me!"
Despite reminding herself not to steal her best friend's man—and insisting she didn't like younger guys—she still felt her resolve slipping day by day.
"Bestie, where are you!?"
Meanwhile, in Tang Wulin's forging workshop, someone else was sprawled dramatically over the worktable.
A girl, completely drained of energy, laid motionless with a flower in hand.
Her lips muttered softly, "Confess… don't confess… confess… don't confess…"
Then she suddenly screamed, "Ahhhh! This is so frustrating!"
"Damn you, Tang Wulin! How dare you make me this conflicted—I'll smash your head in!"
Ever since she'd learned he'd joined Ouyang Zixin's lab, Mu Xi hadn't been the same.
Tang Wulin, you bastard!
What's so special about that senior!?
Aren't senior sisters like me good enough!?
She had even tried wearing bold, revealing clothing—showing off her long legs when walking past him.
But the boy might as well have been a block of steel. He hadn't even blinked.
Instead, he just said with that infuriatingly gentle smile,
"Senior sister, you're not wearing enough. You'll catch a cold."
"Mind your own business!" she had snapped.
"Then drink more hot water, or you'll get sick," he'd added kindly.
Mu Xi had nearly fainted.
Was that… a human being!?
That senior of his must have filled his brain with some mind-control soup!
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