"Rongrong?"
Seeing Ning Rongrong still frozen in place, Qin Jian couldn't help but wave his hand in front of her face.
"Ah…"
Ning Rongrong finally snapped out of her daze, feeling her cheeks warm slightly.
She quickly glanced at Qin Jian, then dove under the covers. "I… I'm going to sleep."
Qin Jian couldn't help but smile at her cute little movement.
He knew his little scheme had worked.
The reason he chose Zhang Xiaofan's story was to serve as a love lesson for Ning Rongrong.
If he couldn't make her aware of love, all his efforts would be in vain.
Just like before, Gu Yue had been her companion for three years, almost living day in and day out with Ning Rongrong, but in the end, he was just a playmate.
"Qin Jian…"
Suddenly, a soft voice came from under the covers.
"I'm here." Qin Jian responded softly.
Ning Rongrong slowly poked her little head out, her face full of hesitation as she asked, "Will Bi Yao ever come back to life?"
Qin Jian didn't answer her immediately. Instead, he asked, "Rongrong, do you want to hear the rest of the story?"
"Of course! I definitely want to hear the rest." Ning Rongrong said without hesitation.
"Then I can't tell you whether Bi Yao will be resurrected just yet." Qin Jian said.
"Oh…"
Ning Rongrong was a little disappointed.
But soon, she lifted her head and asked, "Do you like girls like Bi Yao?"
"Of course I do! How could I not?" Qin Jian replied without a doubt. "Who wouldn't like a girl like her?"
"I really like Bi Yao too!" Ning Rongrong's face glowed with excitement.
"However…"
Qin Jian glanced at her, then suddenly switched the topic. "But I like Lu Xueqi more."
"Lu Xueqi?"
Ning Rongrong pouted and said, "She hasn't really done anything, why do you like her?"
Qin Jian paused for a moment, then said, "Because, compared to passionate love, what I want more is a long-lasting, unwavering companionship…"
Ning Rongrong tilted her little head, seeming to half-understand. Then she said, "But that doesn't really explain why you like Lu Xueqi…"
Qin Jian couldn't help but reach out and ruffle her silky hair. "The story has only just begun, Rongrong. You'll understand once you hear the rest."
Ning Rongrong blushed at his affectionate gesture, quickly burrowing herself deeper into the covers. "I… I'm going to sleep…"
"Goodnight."
Qin Jian softly said, turning off the bedside lamp.
"You… you too…"
A barely audible voice came from under the covers, making Qin Jian smile knowingly before he slowly closed his eyes.
That night, Ning Rongrong tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
As for Qin Jian… his Soul Power had increased by another level.
The next morning, when Ning Rongrong sleepily crawled out of bed, Qin Jian was already waiting for her in the dining room.
"Good morning, Rongrong."
Qin Jian greeted her as usual. Ning Rongrong, who would normally rush straight to breakfast, seemed a little shy today. "You… you're up early too…"
She then walked over to the table and sat down.
Sword Douluo, who was nearby, couldn't help but comment, "Rongrong, you didn't even greet Grandpa Sword."
"Ah… Oh, Grandpa Sword, good morning."
When it came to Sword Douluo, Ning Rongrong was much more experienced. She smiled sweetly, calming him down.
After breakfast, the three of them walked toward the martial arts field.
The competition would be held there today.
"Jian'er, do you feel confident about today's match? Old Bone's disciple has been swearing that he's going to make you lose four times in a row."
Sword Douluo walked ahead, glancing at Qin Jian. "And that old bone is bragging again. You'd better show me a good performance and give your teacher some face…"
"Don't worry, teacher. It's not a problem." Qin Jian casually replied, lifting his head.
Ning Rongrong, who had been bouncing along beside them, suddenly approached. "Qin Jian, you have to win today!"
Qin Jian looked at her and saw the hopeful expression on her face.
"Do you really want to partner with me?" he asked with a smile.
Ning Rongrong's heart skipped a beat, but the shy girl quickly turned her head and said, "I… I just want to hear the rest of Zhang Xiaofan's story."
"Oh…"
Qin Jian suddenly stepped closer to her, his head nearly brushing hers, and whispered in her ear, "Rongrong, don't worry, I will win."
Ning Rongrong's ears visibly reddened. She instinctively took a few steps back but immediately worried about Qin Jian misunderstanding, so she quickly turned around, hands behind her back, her face slightly flushed as she said, "We've made a deal, you must win today!"
Qin Jian smiled and nodded.
"Daydreaming."
A cold voice suddenly interrupted. Qin Jian turned around and saw Gu Yue's unpleasant face.
It was clear he had been watching the interaction between Ning Rongrong and Qin Jian.
"With your laughable Soul Power at level 10, you can forget about winning even if I give you one hand!" Gu Yue sneered.
He kept glancing at Ning Rongrong, seemingly trying to attract her attention with his performance.
But what he didn't realize was that this only made the girl dislike him even more.
Qin Jian, naturally, didn't care to argue with the little brat. He simply quickened his pace, walking over to Ning Rongrong's side and smiling as he asked, "Rongrong, if I lose today, who will you choose?"
Ning Rongrong, still angry from Gu Yue's words, immediately said without thinking, "Even if you lose, I'll still choose you!"
"Ha ha ha…"
Not to mention Gu Yue's increasingly ugly face, Sword Douluo, who had been watching all this, couldn't help but laugh with enjoyment.
A few days ago, he never would have believed that Qin Jian could turn around his relationship with Ning Rongrong in such a short time. But watching this scene, he finally realized that his personal disciple seemed to have a special gift in this area…
"Rongrong, you can't play favorites…"
At that moment, Bone Douluo appeared, dressed in black, his gaze fixed on Ning Rongrong with an excited expression.
He bent down towards her and said, "Rongrong, you're the little princess of our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. You should choose the strongest one as your partner."
Ning Rongrong pouted. "I don't want to. Rongrong wants to choose the partner she likes!"
Bone Douluo was stunned, and then he saw Sword Douluo, who was smiling with a hint of mischief.
"Old Sword, I understand that you're afraid your disciple will lose again, but influencing Rongrong like this isn't very honorable," Bone Douluo said, unable to help himself.
He thought that Ning Rongrong's reaction was because Sword Douluo had promised her something.
As lifelong rivals, how could Sword Douluo let him win? "Old Bone, this is Rongrong's own choice. Don't try to frame me."
"This…"
Bone Douluo was taken aback.
Seeing his stunned expression, Sword Douluo felt quite pleased. In the competition between their disciples, it wasn't often that he had such a satisfying moment.
At that moment, Ning Fengzhi also walked over. "Rongrong, Bone Uncle is right. You can't act spoiled about this…"
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