Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 388: Occasionally, you can be a little more unrestrained with Ruoruo

The inner courtyard covers an extremely large area, so it is obviously impossible to complete the so-called teaching tour within one day.

Because of this, the elders and others who had been prepared in advance would open some unused vacant buildings and venues during this period for students and their families to temporarily live in.

Of course, just like the rule in the inner courtyard that always emphasizes strength, this so-called living place also needs to be arranged according to strength.

The higher the student's ranking on the strength list, the higher-end the accommodation he or she will be assigned. Even those who are in the top ten of the strength list can have their own independent courtyard, which is extremely noble.

This novel rule allows parents, who have always been the children's dependents, to experience the rare feeling of relying on their own children.

No matter whether they live in a relatively simple building or a luxurious independent courtyard, the parents do not seem to have any complaints. Their happy appearance adds a lot of warmth to the night in the inner courtyard.

At this moment, in a small solitary courtyard in the inner courtyard, several figures were sitting or standing on seats, and bursts of drunken laughter could be heard from time to time.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that the parent who reminded me in the outer courtyard was actually Ruoruo's father. It's fate, it really is fate!"

Xiao Zhan's face flushed red, and he picked up the bottle of wine and drank it down suddenly. The pressure and setbacks he had suffered over the years made him not know whether to cry or laugh at this moment. He just felt that the hard work had paid off and he was very relieved.

The second oldest has now recovered from his injury, and the third oldest has done even better. Not only did he win the prestigious title of number one on the power list, he even brought back the father of the girl he had always longed to see. If they get along well, maybe he will be able to hold his eldest grandson in his arms soon!

Yan'er, you are really striving for success.
“Nine out of ten things in life are not what you want them to be.”

The scholar leaned against the couch, casually shaking the wine gourd in his hand, "When the spring breeze is blowing, it will be a big white."

After hearing the other party's flowery words, Xiao Zhan couldn't think of any words to reply. He just nodded continuously, picked up the wine bowl and started drinking.

Glancing at Hai Lao, who was calmly sipping a drink beside him, and then at his father, who could almost be described as fierce, Xiao Li finally couldn't help but whispered:
"Dad, why don't you drink less."

"Stop talking nonsense! Aren't you a mercenary? How come you don't even dare to drink with your father? Hurry up, Yan'er is injured now, don't let your father down!"

Xiao Zhan slapped Xiao Li on the back and scolded him drunkenly.

"Yes Yes Yes"

Hearing this, Xiao Li rolled his eyes and had to agree reluctantly.

His father has always been partial to his father since he was a child. Now Xiao Yan's relationship with Miss Ruoruo is progressing rapidly. He is thankful that he is not scolded, and of course he dare not disobey the other party's wishes.

He raised his head and respectfully lowered the wine glass in his hand in the direction of the Confucian scholar. After seeing the other party's smiling eyes, he finally relaxed a lot and drank it all in one gulp.

Looking at the seemingly happy scene, Xiao Yan, who had never been very fond of drinking culture, couldn't help but twitch his lips. He turned his head away and said helplessly:

"Dad, does he even know who he is talking to?"

"How could Uncle Xiao understand all this?"

Hearing this, Hun Ruoruo, who had lowered her head, pursed her lips and murmured in a dazed and weak voice.

As if she could no longer tolerate the scholar's hypocritical and pretentious appearance, she took a deep breath and suddenly stood up.

"Sorry, I'm not feeling well. I'll stop here for today."

After hurriedly saying a few words, Hun Ruoruo bowed slightly in the direction of Xiao Zhan and the others, then walked out of the living room without looking back.

"Bang bang bang!"

Hearing the footsteps coming from the stairs, Xiao Yan hesitated for a moment. After thinking for a moment, he also stood up from his seat and said apologetically:
"Um. I'll go check on Ruoruo."

After seeing the Confucian scholar's smiling gaze, Xiao Yan's heart calmed down, clasped his fists again, and quickly chased after him. Xiao Zhan and the others were completely unaware of the entanglement, thinking that the little girl was too shy to bear such a situation, so they naturally showed understanding, obviously intending to create an opportunity for the two.

Everyone at the banquet was still toasting each other, with occasional laughter and conversations, but Xiao Yan had put it all behind him without a trace of nostalgia.

He walked up the stairs slowly and pushed open the door that belonged to the girl.

"Squeak-"

The wooden door was quietly pushed open. It was just a door, but it seemed like a world of difference between them, completely separating the noise and silence.

The sobbing sound suddenly stopped. After a while, the girl's slightly hoarse voice came from under the pillow.
"How did you come?"

"Seeing you like this, how can I feel at ease?"

After gently closing the door, Xiao Yan came to the edge of the bed and slowly sat down, then whispered:

"You seem very afraid of your father."

"Very willful and excessive, isn't it?"

Recalling the relationship between Xiao Yan and Xiao Zhan, Hun Ruoruo's eyes flashed with sadness, and she said self-deprecatingly:

"He looks so kind and doesn't have any airs of a strong man, but I keep giving him the cold shoulder. You're not wrong to think so."

"Do not."

Xiao Yan shook his head, carefully took her hand, and warmed it in his palm.

"I still say the same thing. I won't make a hasty conclusion without understanding the full picture. This is the minimum respect I can give you."

"What's more, I felt it at the time. Your hands were very cold, frighteningly cold. If you weren't filled with disgust and fear from the bottom of your heart, you wouldn't have behaved like that."

"So, can you tell me the reason?"

Xiao Yan hesitated for a moment, then added, "If possible."

Staring blankly at the young man who was being cautious in front of her, Hun Ruoruo's eyes were filled with tears, and she finally figured out why the other party was so tolerant.

I used to be a person covered in thorns. As long as I sensed the slightest emotion, I would put up defenses as if for self-protection, and stab all those who cared about me.
It's not that he's cowardly or timid, but he's really too afraid of hurting me.
Hun Ruoruo suddenly came forward and hugged him, then wrapped around the boy's body like an octopus, as if a frozen person was desperately clinging to a wooden stake, trying hard to draw a little warmth from it.

"Ruoruo?! What are you doing—"

"Don't ask."

The girl buried her head in Xiao Yan's chest, then pushed hard and fell onto the bed.

She sniffed and choked with a pleading tone: "Let me lean on you for a while, just for a while, okay?"

Looking at the fragile figure on his body, which was almost as fragile as porcelain, Xiao Yan brewed many words, but in the end, it just turned into a sigh, and then he stroked the girl's soft hair.
"it is good."

"Occasionally, you can be a little more uninhibited with me."

Ok.

Hearing the other party's faint moan that was almost a whisper, Xiao Yan responded silently in his heart.

　Ball tickets~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)