Chapter 32 The Elite Tournament is about to begin? Drama queen Bibi Dong: Were you serious about taking that half-step back?
Are you kidding me?
Let him be a reincarnated person with the soul of an adult.
Go sit in a classroom with a bunch of little kids who are still sniffling and playing in the mud and read "The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul"?
That was worse than killing him!
Moreover, are the teachers in the academy any more qualified than Bibi Dong?
Could it be as swift and lofty as a thousand fathoms?
Instead of clinging to the powerful figures of the titled Douluo Pope and the peerless genius Saintess, he chose to be a powerful figure.
Going to kindergarten to coast through life? That's just plain stupid.
Lan Yue curled his lip in disgust and said righteously:
"I don't want to play with those little brats, they're so childish!"
"Besides, the teachers in the academy are definitely not as good as my sister."
Lan Yue ran to Bibi Dong's side, tugged at her sleeve, and said coquettishly:
"I just want to stay by my sister's side and have her teach me cultivation!"
"I'll definitely progress much faster cultivating at home by myself than going to the academy!"
Hearing Lan Yue's unwavering refusal, Bibi Dong was taken aback at first, then a surge of joy welled up in her eyes.
She was just asking a routine question.
If Lan Yue really agreed to go to the academy and live on campus, then she'd have a real headache.
After all, she'd gotten used to sleeping with this soft little guy every night, and if he were suddenly gone, she'd definitely have trouble sleeping.
"Hmph, you little guy have good taste."
Bibi Dong reached out a finger and affectionately pinched Lan Yue's nose, her smile bright and captivating:
"Since you don't want to go, then you don't have to go."
"Anyway, with your talent, those old fogies in the academy can't teach you anything, and they're more likely to corrupt you."
"From now on, your elder sister will personally guide your cultivation!"
Bibi Dong was in a great mood. She pulled Lan Yue onto her lap, rested her chin on his shoulder, and spoke with a hint of languor and anticipation:
"However, your sister might be busy for a while and won't be able to play with you all the time."
"Hmm? What are you busy with, sister?"
Lan Yue asked with some curiosity.
Bibi Dong straightened up slightly, her expression becoming a little more serious, her eyes gleaming with confidence and ambition:
"Because the Continental Elite Tournament of Advanced Soul Master Academies is about to begin."
"The entire continent... elite tournament?"
Lan Yue was slightly taken aback.
"That's right."
Bibi Dong nodded and explained:
"This is a grand event held once every five years in the Soul Master world, and the two great empires and the Spirit Hall will send their most outstanding young Soul Masters to participate."
"And I, as the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall, am naturally the captain of this year's Spirit Hall Academy team."
At this point, Bibi Dong clenched her fist, and a powerful aura emanated from her.
"The teacher values this competition very much, and so do I."
"I have only one goal, and that is to win the championship!"
"I want everyone on the continent to see that the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall is undoubtedly the number one among the younger generation!"
Looking at the spirited Bibi Dong before him, Lan Yue couldn't help but nod inwardly.
'So the timeline has reached this point already?'
'This competition should be Bibi Dong's moment to make a name for herself.'
At this time, she had not yet experienced those dark and painful experiences; she was at her most radiant and confident...
As Lan Yue was reflecting on his feelings, he suddenly felt a warm hand caress his cheek.
He came to his senses and found Bibi Dong looking at him with a slightly regretful gaze.
"Well..."
Bibi Dong sighed softly, her fingers tracing Lan Yue's youthful, collagen-rich face as she spoke in a low, melancholic voice:
"What a pity..."
"It's a pity that my little Yueyue is too young."
"If only you had been born a few years earlier, even just five or six years earlier..."
A scene flashed through Bibi Dong's mind:
On the stage, which was the focus of everyone's attention, she stood side by side with the grown-up Lan Yue.
The two worked together seamlessly, sweeping the field and finally lifting the championship trophy that symbolized the highest honor.
What a magnificent and romantic scene it was!
"If that's the case, we can stand together on the stage of the Elite Tournament."
"With you by my side, we'll crush all those so-called 'geniuses' and show them what true peerless prodigies are all about!"
Bibi Dong felt increasingly regretful, and couldn't help but pinch Lan Yue's cheek again, saying somewhat indignantly:
"Honestly, why are you growing so slowly?"
"Grow up quickly, little Yueyue."
"I can't wait to see what you'll look like when you're all grown up and standing next to me..."
Lan Yue felt his scalp tingle under Bibi Dong's gaze, which was filled with both resentment and expectation.
Especially the phrase "grow up quickly," which always made him feel that there was a hidden meaning in it.
It's as if he was a carefully nurtured leek, waiting to be harvested once it's ripe?
Lan Yue subconsciously wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead.
He slipped away, secretly taking a small step back, trying to create a "safe distance."
However, how could such a small trick escape Bibi Dong's discerning eye?
"Um?"
Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed instantly, and her originally lazy expression switched to a "tearful" mode.
She stretched out her long, slender arm and grabbed Lan Yue by the back of his collar, as if she were picking up a chick.
She pulled him directly back to her, even closer than before.
"Little Yueyue..."
Bibi Dong lowered her head slightly, and her beautiful pale purple eyes instantly filled with tears, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
Her voice was soft and sweet, with a slight tremor.
"Are you serious about taking that half-step back?"
"I just want you to grow up quickly so you can fight alongside me and stand at the top together..."
"You actually dislike your sister?"
"You actually want to avoid your sister?"
Bibi Dong sniffed, looking heartbroken, and gently poked Lan Yue's chest with her finger:
"Such a small action, yet it causes so much damage..."
"My sister's heart... is breaking."
Lan Yue stared at the stunningly beautiful girl in front of him, who was acting like a complete drama queen, and felt utterly speechless and on the verge of tears.
'Heavens!'
O Earth!
'Who can tame this monster?!'
'Is this still the aloof, domineering, and decisive Pope I remember?'
'This is clearly a mischievous little devil!'
Lan Yue was internally ranting, but outwardly he had no choice but to immediately raise his hands in surrender.
Sister Dong'er is really too much of a troublemaker in front of him!
Who can withstand this?
To prevent Bibi Dong from continuing to dwell on this dangerous topic, or even taking more "excessive" actions.
Lan Yue quickly coughed twice, forcibly changing the subject:
"Cough cough!"
Um... Sister!
Sister, you've misunderstood!
"How could I possibly dislike my sister? I love her the most!"
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