Chapter 507 - Naer Is Just My Little Sister (1/2)

Chapter 507 - Na'er is Just My Little Sister

The tension in the air was thick enough to carve into. Whipping ferociously around Gu Yue were elemental energies, her eyes glowing as she glared holes through the male students. Even Tang Wulin felt suffocated just by being next to her.

d.a.m.n! Is this Gu Yue's true power? Tang Wulin wasn't blind to the fact that Gu Yue held back during their matches. In fact, he knew he wasn't a match for her in one-on-one combat, and this confirmed it.

Gu Yue's sudden flare of anger and might stunned everyone, including Wu Siduo who had just walked into the cla.s.sroom. Doesn't she still only have three rings? How's she so powerful?

“Gu Yue, they're just joking,” Tang Wulin said, tugging her hand.

She brushed his hand away, eyes remaining cold. “Whatever.” She sat back down, stone faced.

What's going on with her? Tang Wulin leaned toward Xie Xie and whispered, “Did you make her mad again?”

Xie Xie clicked his tongue, fighting down a retort. On his other side, Xu Xiaoyan hid her twitching lips with a carefully placed hand, nearly bursting into laughter. Xu Lizhi was the most honest of them, simply pointing at Tang Wulin himself.

“Huh? What about me?” Tang Wulin tilted his head. “What'd I do? I didn't even see Gu Yue at all yesterday!”

Xie Xie covered his face with a hand. “Ugh. Boss, you just don't understand girls, do you?”

“What? I don't get it. What are you talking about? Say things more clearly,” Tang Wulin said.

“Tang Wulin. I have something to ask you,” Gu Yue cut in, grabbing him by the arm and forcibly turning him to face her.

“What's up?” Tang Wulin asked, still bewildered.

“That girl from yesterday is your little sister, right? Are you two related by blood?” Gu Yue stared him down with the intensity of a storm.

“Yep. She's my sister. We might not be blood-related, but we might as well be. I picked her up off the streets when we were children and my family adopted her.”

“And she's just a sister to you?” Gu Yue asked, her nails digging into his arm, leaving little red marks.

Then it struck him. He could hardly believe the absurdity of the situation. “What's it have to do with you? Jealous?” Tang Wulin smirked. “Don't worry. No matter how pretty my little sister is, she's still just my little sister. Besides, she's still only twelve.” He swept his gaze through the rest of the boys. “So you guys better not even think about touching her. Unless you want to get beaten to death.”

“She's only twelve! G.o.d d.a.m.n she's pretty though!” Yang Nianxia exclaimed.

Tang Wulin shot a glare at him.

“My bad, Cla.s.s President. But it's okay! I'm willing to wait! I'll wait until she's eighteen!”

“Wait all you want then. Let's see if you guys got what it takes by then. Let me remind you all though, she's not just another student here. She's from the inner court. If you guys want a shot, you better give it your all,” Tang Wulin beamed.

“Holy s.h.i.+t! The inner court?”

“No wonder she's here so young! She was actually an inner court student!”

“Cla.s.s President, you're too much! This kind of encouragement is just… d.a.m.n it! I don't care anymore! I'll work myself to death to make it into the inner court!”

“That's enough now guys. Cla.s.s is about to start,” Tang Wulin said, calming and dispersing the crowd. From the corner of his eye, he saw Wu Zhangkong enter the cla.s.sroom. Then he glanced at Gu Yue. Her expression was much better and she sat prim and proper, as if she hadn't been about to raise h.e.l.l a few minutes ago.

Tang Wulin nudged her shoulder, giving her a coy smile. “So you're jealous, huh?”

“Go away.” She rolled her eyes.

Tang Wulin chuckled and shook his head. “Jeez. Just all you kids got your minds in the gutter. We're still too young for that kind of stuff. We should be focusing on our studies and cultivation instead. In case you haven't realized, we're not even fifteen yet.”

“Screw off! What's it matter to you what I've got on my mind?”

“Fine, fine. Do whatever.” Tang Wulin retreated, stifling more laughter.

Behind the lectern, Wu Zhangkong felt a strange mood in the air. He stood there, astonished to see the atypical sight of his students more focused than usual, absorbing each and every one of his words like a sponge. It made the lesson seem like it pa.s.sed by quickly.

“For anyone who signed up for this afternoon's mecha cla.s.ses, make sure you're not late. That's it for today,” said Wu Zhangkong. “Cla.s.s dismissed.” He made for the door and left.

Tang Wulin stood up and stretched, his mind turning to the afternoon. He knew the basics of mecha piloting and it had been more difficult than he had imagined. Fortunately, as a soul master with vigorous blood essence, he could bear the physical burden.