Douluo Continent I: Martial Soul Demon Void Luo, adaptable to all things!

Ning Rongrong fell silent in response.

Although Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone doted on her, she couldn't bring herself to ask them for help just to enroll in a school. She understood the bigger picture; she wouldn't use the sect's guardian deity for such a trivial matter...

Seeing that Ning Rongrong had finally calmed down, Mo Le took advantage of her confusion to begin his speech.

"Let's put that aside for now. I'd like to ask you, why did you leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and come here?"

Seeing that she finally had a question she could answer, Ning Rongrong answered without hesitation: "I want to prove that I am not a pampered little princess, and that I can inherit the great responsibility of the sect."

As she said this, she even puffed out her chest, as if to say, "Look how amazing I am!"

Hurry up and praise me!

Mo Le felt that the other party had fallen into a trap, so he decisively chose to strike directly.

"So, you keep saying you want to prove you're not a pampered princess, but in the end, you won't even run twenty laps. You even tried to use the sect's influence—no, to coerce the dean—to prevent him from easily making the decision to expel you. Is what I'm saying true?"

Ning Rongrong was speechless upon hearing this.

No, no... um...

At that moment, she suddenly realized that she seemed to be in the wrong, but she still didn't want to shut up.

"But... but twenty laps is too tiring. I'm just a girl, and a support type at that."

Mo Le nodded and continued to guide the conversation: "So you gave up the academy's mission because you were tired. Will you then run away in the future out of fear of getting hurt, leaving us stranded next to spirit beasts or enemies?"

After saying that, Mo Le didn't give Ning Rongrong a chance to speak and turned to look at Dai Mubai.

"Old Dai, would you team up with a support Soul Master who might abandon you and run away alone?"

Dai Mubai shook his head without hesitation.

It wasn't just because he wanted to speak up for Mo Le; more importantly, what Mo Le said was absolutely correct.

"I would never entrust my back to such a person. After all, you never know when they might stab me in the back. Wouldn't it be too unjust for me to die unjustly?"

After receiving a response, Mo Le nodded, then looked at Tang San and asked, "Little San, what about you?"

Tang San also did not hesitate at all, saying that he would never team up with such a person, and would not even be friends with him.

Not only him, but Oscar, Ma Hongjun and Xiao Wu also expressed their agreement with Mo Le's point of view; although Zhu Zhuqing did not say anything, judging from her gradually moving closer to Mo Le and the others, her attitude was obviously clear.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong felt as if she had been isolated by everyone.

But ironically, she herself felt that it was only right for these people to isolate her.

It was me...

is it wrong?

"Alright, I've said what I needed to say. If you still want to keep thinking about it, then go ahead. It'll be noon soon, so we should head out now."

With that, Mo Le took the lead and ran ahead, with the others following closely behind.

Seeing everyone running around her and heading forward, Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth and finally made up her mind.

She summoned her martial soul, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

"The seven treasures have names, the second of which is speed."

Instantly, everyone felt their bodies become lighter and turned to look at Ning Rongrong who had followed them.

No one said much; they just kept running in silence.

Except for Mo Le.

He slowed his pace and gently approached Ning Rongrong.

"Sister Rongrong, I have a really good soul skill here that I think would suit you perfectly. I'll teach you how to use it later."

Mo Le adopted a humble attitude from the very first word.

He was quite adept at navigating social interactions and interpersonal relationships.

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You need to learn to let go of your pride.

Simply put, it means shameless.

Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, clearly not expecting Mo Le to suddenly say such a thing.

But so what?

She chose to ignore him.

"snort!"

Ning Rongrong turned her head away, ignoring Mo Le.

Oh dear, the little princess is angry.

Mo Le understood; the other party wanted some "soft candy," and she needed to respond with a haughty and aloof attitude.

Although he wasn't a skilled craftsman, he still understood the principle of mutual support and cooperation.

Having just embarrassed the other party, we should at least offer them a way out.

Thinking this, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he continued speaking to Ning Rongrong:

"I think that soul skill is perfect for you, it's practically tailor-made for you. I'll tell you the details after lunch, okay?"

Mo Le spoke casually, yet with a sincerity that made it hard to refuse.

"..."

Ning Rongrong remained silent.

Mo Le didn't care and continued, "If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes. I'll come find you later~"

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong slowly turned her head. Since the other party had said so, she would reluctantly agree…

"Are you...are you sure...it's...tailor-made for me?" Her voice was soft, with a hint of shyness for some reason.

Mo Le's lips curled up slightly, but he quickly suppressed it again.

There's nothing you can do about the joy of a fisherman; nobody understands it.

The fish has taken the bait.

Mo Le: Little girl...

Ning Rongrong: Hmph, first I tricked them into giving me the divine skill, then I'll...

No one felt they had lost out; everyone felt they had gained. So who was the ultimate winner?

Meanwhile, Flanders, watching from the horizon, couldn't help but nod in approval.

"Tsk tsk tsk, in just a few minutes, Mo Le easily won the trust and favor of that pampered little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School..."

He witnessed the entire process from the sky, and Mo Le's handling of Ning Rongrong seemed effortless, as if he possessed a unique charm that naturally united people.

Mo Le is simply born to lead a team; he's a natural-born core figure.

There is a key figure who keeps these people in check.

That's good. This way, I don't have to rack my brains to figure out how to discipline these problem children.

Hehehe...

Go back and count my reward (little money)!

This morning he received a gift from Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School...

No, it's a custody fee.

After running more than ten laps, Ning Rongrong had exhausted her soul power and could no longer provide assistance to the group. Moreover, without the support of soul power, her speed inevitably slowed down.

Seeing this, Mo Le slowed down and turned back to point at Xiao Wu: "Old rabbit, didn't you see she can't walk? Hurry up and help her up."

"?" Xiao Wu looked at Mo Le angrily upon hearing this.

Why do you always order me around? Do you treat me like a maid?

That wretched Morle!

You just wait...

In the end, she didn't say anything. After all, Ning Rongrong was also a classmate, and they had gotten along quite well at first. Besides, they were both girls; she couldn't very well let Mo Le, a boy, help Ning Rongrong, could she?

So she slowly walked over to Ning Rongrong and helped her up.

Not only her, but Zhu Zhuqing also arrived beside Ning Rongrong at this moment. The two of them helped Ning Rongrong run forward slowly.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong was naturally deeply moved. But when she thought of Flander's punishment, she became a little worried.

"No... don't worry about me... it's almost noon, if you don't run soon... you won't have anything to eat..."

Xiao Wu reached out and wiped the sweat from Ning Rongrong's forehead: "Are you kidding me? You assisted us for so long before exhausting your soul power, how could we just leave you like this?"

Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak, but she nodded in agreement with Xiao Wu's point of view.

"Thank you..."

Ning Rongrong's eyes welled up with tears, and she almost shed one. It was fortunate that they were running and focused on the road ahead; otherwise, seeing her like this, they might have spent time comforting her...

However, Ning Rongrong genuinely felt that she had made friends, close friends like Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone, rather than those greedy fellows at the noble gathering.