Just then, Dai Mubai heard the sound of an argument and rushed over from afar.
He saw that Fatty had several tiny cuts on his body, and, noticing Su Ming's cold expression and the frowns on the three girls' faces, he felt an ominous sense of foreboding. Could it be that Fatty had crossed Su Ming?
As Fatty's roommate, Dai Mubai knew his nature well enough; seeing beautiful girls like Xiao Wu and the others, it was only natural that he couldn't control his lust.
Dai Mubai quickly approached Su Ming and asked, "Su Ming, Xiao Ao, what's going on here?"
Oscar sighed and explained the situation. Dai Mubai immediately understood—Fatty had deserved the beating.
Dai Mubai chuckled and said, "It's not really Fatty's fault; it's mostly due to his 'chicken spirit.'"
Fatty growled in response, "What chicken? It's a phoenix, a phoenix!"
Dai Mubai's smile didn't waver. "Alright, alright, a phoenix, a Phoenix Spirit! Su Ming, the Dean mentioned that Fatty's spirit is a rare mutation, and a beneficial one at that. His spirit evolved from a regular chicken into a phoenix, which is why the Dean took him on as a disciple."
"Even though it's a beneficial mutation, the Evil Fire Phoenix has a flaw: the evil fire, or burning desire. Due to his spirit, Fatty experiences intense desires and needs a way to release them."
Su Ming smirked, "Oh, he needs to release it? We're all men here, so let's cut to the chase—why can't he handle it himself?"
Ma Hongjun couldn't help but retort, "Handling it myself is nothing like being with a woman."
Dai Mubai added supportively, "Though Fatty seeks out women to relieve his urges, he never forces anyone."
Xiao Wu couldn't hold back and said, "Not forcing anyone? We just saw what happened!"
Fatty's face turned red, and Dai Mubai looked slightly embarrassed as well.
Su Ming continued, "And where do you get the money to seek out women? You're just a commoner—don't tell me someone's paying for you?"
Ma Hongjun glanced at Dai Mubai involuntarily.
"I'm not saying I object to you finding women to handle your desires, but couldn't you go about it in a proper way? Going to those red-light women, you're not worried about filth, or afraid of catching something?"
Ma Hongjun looked displeased at this. With his looks, how could he find a proper, attractive girlfriend to help with his needs?
Dai Mubai's face stiffened slightly beside him, feeling a little personally attacked.
Ma Hongjun, with a wide grin, said, "If I had a face like Boss Dai or Xiao Ao's, one that attracts the ladies, I could have several girlfriends at once, easy! With that face, Boss Dai could manage three dates a day!"
Dai Mubai's mischievous eyes flashed, and he looked behind him anxiously, lowering his voice. "Fatty, you can joke about food, but don't mess around with words!"
Zhu Zhuqing shot Dai Mubai a cold look and turned to leave, while Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong also cast disdainful glances at the two before departing—it was about time to head to class.
Dai Mubai thought to himself that he should have stayed out of this; Fatty had thrown him under the bus.
Ma Hongjun chuckled beside him, "What's up, Boss Dai? You're acting strange today; you used to take pride in this!"
Dai Mubai glared at him. "Cut the crap. From today on, watch your mouth. Ruin my reputation one more time, and I'll knock you out!"
At that moment, the sound of a bell rang out in the distance. Dai Mubai quickly said, "That's the Dean calling us. Let's head to the field."
On the way to the field, Oscar deliberately moved closer to Su Ming and asked quietly, "What do you think of Ning Rongrong?"
Su Ming raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Oscar grinned, whispering in Su Ming's ear, "Look, it's obvious that Boss Dai's interested in the cold Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu's yours, so I'll focus on Ning Rongrong. You're not planning to compete with me, are you?"
Su Ming thought to himself, These people really mature fast around here. But he asked, "Oscar, you're only fourteen, right? Are you really this mature?"
Oscar replied without hesitation, "Why not? My dad was already my age when I was born. So, come on, are you going to answer?"
Su Ming thought, Impressive, he's certainly at the right age here. Then he firmly replied, "No, I will definitely compete with you."
Oscar deflated. If Su Ming was also vying for Ning Rongrong, he didn't stand much of a chance. Still, he couldn't help asking, "Why?"
Su Ming decided to squash Oscar's hopes thoroughly. "First, I like beautiful women, but I don't force them. Second, I'm stronger than you. Third, Ning Rongrong comes from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, and at twelve, she's already at level thirty-four. She's the daughter of the clan master and will inherit the clan someday. You're a support spirit master with no combat power—you can't protect her, but I can. So give up."
Oscar still didn't give up, saying, "You said it yourself: with my abilities, I could eventually reach the level of a titled Douluo. A food-type titled Douluo has never existed on the continent. Isn't that enough? I think we can compete fairly and see who Ning Rongrong truly likes!"
Su Ming sighed, "Here's the truth: the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan has a rule. The clan leader's partner must be an offensive-type spirit master. You're just a food-type. Even if you were powerful for your type, how would you protect Ning Rongrong in a fight? But if you insist on competing, I'll give you a chance. I'm confident in myself—are you?"
Oscar fell silent, realizing that the clan's rule was indeed a huge obstacle. As a food-type spirit master, he'd never have offensive power. Besides, in terms of charm, Su Ming clearly had the edge. It was a complete loss.
As they spoke, they arrived at the field.
Su Ming pondered whether he should take Oscar on as a follower. It'd be quite ironic if he ended up with a rival.
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A moment later, a middle-aged man approached from the other end of the field. Seeing him, Tang San paused—wasn't this the manager from that store in Soto City?
The man, Flender, stopped in front of the eight students, and his magnetic, raspy voice rang out, "This year is impressive; we've added five new little monsters. I am Flender, the Dean, spirit Owl, level seventy-eight. Welcome. Our academy will not disappoint you."
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