Douluo Dalu: The Goddesses Know My Secrets

As expected.

Seeing that Lin Qingmo remained silent, Yu Xiaogang spoke again, his tone softening a bit.

"Lin Qingmo, if you are to participate, I have a suggestion."

"This battle is a rare training opportunity for Tang San and the others."

"Your strength far exceeds this level. Even if you do fight, please hold back as much as possible. Don’t use your ten-thousand-year Spirit Abilities, hide some of your power, and give them more room to perform."

Yu Xiaogang’s words sounded noble and high-sounding, but the trace of selfishness in his eyes couldn’t be hidden.

"Heh."

Lin Qingmo laughed.

He really hadn’t guessed wrong.

He shrugged and repeated, "I said, I’m not interested in participating."

"You guys can fight it out yourselves."

"This..."

The expressions of both Yu Xiaogang and Flender darkened, momentarily finding themselves in an awkward position.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming tense, Tang San took a step forward.

He raised his head, looking at Yu Xiaogang and Flender, his eyes brimming with confidence.

He said in a steady, forceful voice, "Teacher, Headmaster, it’s fine. If he doesn’t want to participate, then he doesn’t have to."

He turned to face the others, a confident smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Even without this Lin Qingmo, we can still win this battle."

"What gives you such confidence? Your 31st rank spirit power?"

Dai Mubai displayed his usual disdain for Tang San.

Tang San gave him a cold glance.

Immediately after, his gaze fell upon the name ’Dugu Yan’ on the dossier.

He said with considerable assurance, "The Royal Fighting Team’s control system is the Jade Phosphor SerpentSpirit, which relies on poison to control the battlefield."

"And when it comes to poison, I dare say no one understands it better than I do."

"Dugu Yan’s Emerald Serpent Poison poses no threat to us whatsoever."

"As long as we neutralize her poison, it’s like having one less opponent. We might still have ways to deal with the remaining members."

As he said this, Tang San’s eyes unconsciously glanced towards Xiao Wu beside him.

He was holding back a surge of determination.

This time, he absolutely had to show Xiao Wu that even without Lin Qingmo, he, Tang San, could lead everyone to victory in this battle.

He could protect her too!

Xiao Wu, however, curled her lip and muttered quietly, "Easy to say. Qingmo doesn’t even need to bother breaking other people’s poison to defeat them."

"..."

Tang San’s face stiffened slightly, but he stubbornly maintained his confident front, refusing to change his tune.

"Xiao Wu, this is actually a matter of strategy."

Leaning against a pillar, Lin Qingmo watched Tang San’s supremely confident demeanor and couldn’t help but smile, saying nothing.

He had forgotten.

Tang San was currently at the age of youthful vigor and strongest competitive drive.

Only, he knew clearly in his heart.

In the original work, the Shrek Seven Devils’ victory over the Royal Fighting Team was also a narrow one.

Half of it was because the Royal Fighting Team underestimated their opponents too much.

The other half relied on Oscar’s FlyingSausage, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing’s Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the Eight Spider LancesTang San obtained from absorbing the Man Faced Demon Spider’s spirit ring, and his unexpected Hidden Weapons techniques.

It was under the weight of all these factors that they managed an extreme comeback.

But the current Tang San had no Eight Spider Lances, Oscar had no FlyingSausage, and the relationship between Zhu Zhuqing and Dai Mubai was so poor they were completely unwilling to perform their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

He was curious to see what tricks Tang San could pull off... The afternoon sun filtered through the sparse canopy of Shrek Academy, casting dappled light and shadow on the muddy ground of the training field.

Even with the impending battle against the Royal Fighting Team, everyone’s training hadn’t stopped.

The group had just finished a round of extreme physical training and hadn’t even had time to wipe the sweat from their brows.

They saw Lin Qingmo walk unhurriedly up to Zhu Zhuqing and call out clearly, his voice not loud but cutting through the clamor of the training field, "Zhuqing, come with me to the back mountain."

Zhu Zhuqing was taken aback.

Her cat-like pupils, usually veiled in coldness, contracted slightly.

Then she simply gave a light nod, asking not a single question.

She tightened the belt around her waist and followed silently behind Lin Qingmo as he headed towards the forested hills behind the training field.

This scene instantly made Dai Mubai, who was not far away, see red.

His clenched fists turned white at the knuckles, the bones emitting faint cracking sounds, his jaw clenched tight.

His tiger-like eyes stared fixedly at the retreating figures of the two, his chest heaving violently, wishing he could charge over right then and there.

Seeing this, Ma Hongjun, beside him, quickly reached out and tugged at his arm.

He lowered his voice to advise, "Boss Dai, don’t be impulsive, don’t be impulsive!"

"Lin Qingmo is clearly giving Sister Zhuqing some extra personal guidance for her Cultivation. If you charge over now, you’re just asking for trouble. We can’t beat him anyway..."

"Get lost!"

Dai Mubai growled lowly, viciously shaking off his hand, his teeth grinding audibly.

"Guidance? A man and a woman alone, heading into the woods. What kind of guidance is that?!"

He felt both angry and anxious, along with an indescribable sense of powerlessness.

He knew better than anyone that he was no match for Lin Qingmo.

What made him even more frustrated was that even Zhu Zhuqing’s attitude towards Lin Qingmo had changed from initial distance and wariness to the current complete trust.

She didn’t even voice a single doubt.

This made his heart feel as if pierced by countless needles... On the other side.

Ning Rongrong shook the fading phantom of her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda behind her and tiptoed over to Xiao Wu, who was wiping her sweat.

She gently nudged Xiao Wu’s arm with her elbow.

"Xiao Wu, aren’t you worried at all? Look, Qingmo called Zhuqing alone to the back mountain. A man and a woman alone, aren’t you afraid something might happen?"

She blinked her lively big eyes, her tone carrying a bit of unconcealed gossip and some obvious envy.

Hearing this, Xiao Wu flicked the long braid hanging down to her waist.

Her face wore an expression of complete reasonableness, even crinkling her eyes into a smile.

Her tone was utterly certain, "Worried about what? I know Qingmo better than anyone."

"He’s just giving Zhuqing some extra guidance. I don’t mind at all, and I’m not worried in the slightest."

As she spoke, she even glanced in the direction A-Qing had left.

Her eyes were filled with unreserved trust.

There wasn’t a hint of jealousy or displeasure.

There was something she didn’t say: ’Even if Qingmo did something, she wouldn’t mind at all.’

No sooner had these words fallen.

Not far away, Tang San, who was holding a water cup and drinking, suddenly froze.

"!!!"

He almost choked on a mouthful of water.

He put down the cup.

His hand hanging by his side quietly clenched into a fist.

His originally somewhat calm expression instantly darkened, as black as if ink could drip from it.

He had originally thought that seeing Lin Qingmo act so ’improperly,’ Xiao Wu would at least feel a bit concerned, even if she wasn’t jealous.

After all, Lin Qingmo’s excellence was obvious to all.

Especially spending time alone with a girl their age.

Anyone else would inevitably have some reservations.

But he never expected that Xiao Wu would have such complete trust, without the slightest hesitation.

Tang San raised his eyes to look towards the back mountain, his pupils churning with bewildered emotions.

Just what kind of charm did Lin Qingmo have to make Xiao Wu trust him to this extent?

To make someone as aloof and proud as Zhu Zhuqing disregard others’ gazes and willingly follow him to the back mountain.

Even Ning Rongrong’s eyes were filled with envy, wishing she were the one who had been called... The forest on the back mountain was exceptionally quiet.

Only the rustle of wind through the leaves and the occasional clear chirp of a bird.

Sunlight filtered through the layered leaves, scattering fragmented light upon the two figures.

Lin Qingmo stopped walking and turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing following behind him.

Zhu Zhuqing also stopped, lowering her eyes slightly.

Her long eyelashes cast a small shadow beneath them, and her hands unconsciously tightened their grip on the hem of her clothes.

Her face, usually always cold, now held a trace of barely perceptible nervousness, and even her breathing had grown somewhat lighter.

(End of Chapter)

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