Douluo V: Starting with daily check-ins, I'm trying to trick Xiao Wu into becoming my wife.

Ning Rongrong finished speaking.

Everyone present gasped instantly, their scalps tingling, and they couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for her.

Only Ao Yin, standing to the side, remained calm, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Given Ning Rongrong's mischievous nature, this scene was entirely within reason, and he wasn't surprised at all.

Flanders was not afraid in the slightest when faced with such a blatant threat.

Having spent many years in the world of Soul Masters, what kind of powerful and wealthy young men hadn't he seen?

How could they be scared off by the name of one of the Three Upper Sects?

Then, he looked at Ning Rongrong with a cold gaze and a hint of sarcasm.

"My cultivation is low; I am merely a minor Soul Saint."

"This temple is too small to accommodate the celestial beauty of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

"So—please leave Shrek immediately."

boom!

Ning Rongrong froze, completely stunned.

She thought that by revealing her identity as a member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the other party would surely compromise and back down.

But who would have thought that Flander wouldn't fall for that at all!

In an instant, a surge of grievance welled up inside me.

Tears instantly welled up in her eyes, glistening and clear.

She bit her lip hard, staring at Flander in disbelief.

"You...you're serious?"

Flander's gaze was like a knife, piercing straight into her pride.

"In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, you are a beloved and cherished daughter. But at Shrek Academy, you are utterly useless! Spoiled, lazy, and arrogant!"

"To tell you the truth, out of everyone here, you're the worst one!"

hum-

The words "worst" exploded in Ning Rongrong's mind.

"You're talking nonsense!!"

"I'm not the worst!!"

Flander's voice was cold and hard, devoid of any pity: "You are the worst!"

In one sentence, Ning Rongrong's pride was crushed in front of everyone.

His sharp gaze swept over Ning Rongrong, then looked at the others, and continued speaking.

"Ao Yin has already broken through level 40! He only needs one more spirit ring to advance to the Soul Master realm! His future achievement will at least be a Title Douluo. Compared to him, what kind of prodigy are you!"

"Dai Mubai is a level 37 Attack Soul Master, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing are both level 29 Great Soul Masters, and Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul, despite its flaws, is a genuine top-tier beast Martial Soul!"

"In terms of talent and temperament, any one of them far surpasses you!"

"If you're not the worst among them, then who is?!"

Then, Flander spoke again.

"Furthermore, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is known as the number one support class on the continent, but how do you compare to Oscar, who is also a support class?!"

"Oscar possesses innate full soul power—a once-in-a-millennium occurrence!!"

"If you don't respect Dai Mubai and the others, what are you among support-type Soul Masters?"

boom!

Support type, born with full soul power!

The worst!

It turns out, she really was the worst person there!

Flander's words deeply wounded her heart, and her pride vanished at that moment.

She could no longer hold on; her body went limp, and she collapsed onto the cold ground. Large tears welled up in her eyes and slid down her fair cheeks, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Let's go!

Flander waved to dismiss the crowd.

The sun completely set.

Ning Rongrong was left alone, broken down in tears, sitting there all by herself.

Seeing this scene, Dai Mubai felt a little reluctant and tentatively asked in a low voice.

"Dean, should we reserve her bed?"

Flander's eyes were indifferent, and his tone remained unyielding.

If you can't figure it out tonight, then you don't need to stay.

Upon hearing this, no one dared to say anything more, and they could only leave one after another with mixed feelings.

...

The evening breeze was bleak, and dusk was falling.

On the shore of a lake, Ning Rongrong sat alone. The wind blew against her, cold and biting, drying the tear stains on her face, but it could not dispel the grievances in her heart.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong truly understood what it meant for the world to be so diverse.

She squatted by the lake, hugging her knees, sobbing softly, her heart churning with resentment.

"You stinky Flander! You wicked headmaster!"

"He's just a Soul Saint! How dare he bully me like this!"

"I am the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! The future heir of the sect!"

"Just wait! When I get back, I'll make sure Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone avenge me!"

While wiping away her tears, she picked up a stone from the ground in a fit of pique and threw it hard into the lake.

Pebbles fell into the lake, creating ripples.

Just like her chaotic and broken state of mind right now.

She was extremely resentful.

She admitted that she had been lazy and willful.

But she had never suffered such humiliation of being publicly crushed and completely denied!

In the sect, everyone indulged her and pampered her.

Even if she made a mistake, no one would dare to so openly and hurtfully humiliate her.

The more I think about it, the more wronged and upset I feel.

The night grew deeper and the temperature dropped.

The chilly night wind relentlessly assaulted her thin frame, chilling her to the bone.

She squatted there for a full half hour.

People came and went without stopping, and from beginning to end, not a single person was willing to stay and offer her a single word of comfort.

Loneliness overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

Gradually, the anger in her heart faded away, replaced by confusion and self-doubt.

Could it be... that I'm really that bad?

Just as she was about to completely collapse, a figure was stirring in the shadows of a tree not far away.

It was the Oscars.

He clutched a thick cloak tightly in his hands, pacing back and forth, his mind in turmoil.

As a fellow support-type Soul Master, he had a strong liking for Ning Rongrong, but lacked an opportunity to get closer to her.

It's so cold tonight, and Rongrong must have felt so wronged crying all this time.

This is a perfect opportunity to win favor and show kindness!

If I just go up and offer a few words of comfort and put on a cloak, I'll definitely leave a deep impression on her!

"Go for it! Oscars! Don't be afraid!"

Tap tap tap~

However, just as he was about to step forward, a tall and slender figure slowly walked up to Ning Rongrong from the other side.

It's Ao Yin!

A gentle evening breeze stirred as Ao Yin quietly watched Ning Rongrong squatting by the lake.

The spoiled and arrogant little witch of the day now had red eyes and a face full of tears, looking thin and pitiful, with no trace of her former pride.

He understood.

Her pride shattered, her self-esteem crushed, what she needs most at this moment is not grand principles, but a way out and a gentle touch.

Ao Yin didn't waste any words and directly raised his hand to take off his warm coat.

With a gentle lift, it draped itself steadily over Ning Rongrong's cold shoulders.

The warmth instantly enveloped my entire body, dispelling the chill of the entire night.

Ning Rongrong trembled and suddenly looked up.

Through her teary eyes, she saw Ao Yin's clean, gentle eyes, which held no trace of contempt.

Her nose tingled, and her voice choked with emotion.

"Why are you here...?"

"I must be... really bad right now!"

Seeing her pitiful, stubborn yet unable to hold back her tears, Ao Yin's heart softened slightly.

He bent down, handed her a handkerchief, and said softly.

"No!"

"You're not bad, at least... in my eyes, you're not bad!"