Chapter 90: Flexible Employment

As the saying goes, "No worries, no burden." After leaving Shrek Academy, Wang Xing felt refreshed and comfortable.
With no tasks and no more knowledge to delve into, Emperor Xue Ye returned to governing the palace at night, while Tang San had full authority over Shrek Academy. The only thing he had to do was wait for a year to return to the Spirit Hall. As for the trivial matters in the prince's mansion, Jiang Ziyi, the servant, could handle them, so he didn't need to worry.
For more than twenty years, he had never experienced such carefree days. In the past, he was either busy with his studies and work or engrossed in cultivating and handling official affairs. But now, all of these have been left far behind on the planet Wang Xing, and he even had the urge to hum a little tune.
However, Wang Xing's joyful mood didn't last long and was interrupted by a noisy voice.
"Mr. Wang Xing! Mr. Wang Xing!"
A strangely dressed man in a black tailcoat ran up to Wang Xing and stopped him, panting for breath. "Mr. Wang Xing. Do you have a moment? I am a reporter from Tian Dou Daily and would like to interview you."
"Who are you?"
Wang Xing looked at the familiar reporter and felt that his voice was very familiar, but couldn't remember where he had heard it before.
"My name is Wu Wuya, do you remember me? I was the commentator of your match in the Great Soul Fighting Arena..."
"Dadou Arena? Are you the host of that Crow Martial Soul?"
Wang Xing tried to recall the battles from the past, gradually merging the annoying figure flying in the sky with the middle-aged man before him.
"You, the host of the Great Battle Soul Arena, why did you change your profession to become a journalist?"
Hearing this, Wu Wuyu's face turned bitter and he pounded his chest and said, "You don't know, the Great Battle Soul Arena hasn't been doing well these years! Tang San has been mass-selling hidden weapons, and now there are hidden weapon duels happening all the time in the arena. There's hardly any proper fight anymore. The problem is Tang San said it's convenient to experiment with the power of hidden weapons, and the arena can't directly ban them. What do you call this..."
Wang Xing smiled and said, "Well, it's just hidden weapons. Anyway, the hidden weapons that Tang San sells are just a few types that are repeated over and over again. Wouldn't it be easier for you to explain them?"
"Please don't tease me. It may be easier for me to explain, but the audience doesn't like to watch it! At the beginning of the match, both sides shoot at each other, either one side dominates while the other stands still, or both sides fall together. It's really boring. So recently, everyone doesn't like to come to the Soul Arena to watch the games, and I don't get much commission either. After thinking about it, I decided to switch jobs and become a news reporter."
Wu Wuya complains relentlessly. If he couldn't make a living anymore, who would think of changing his career to be a journalist? But the income at the Great Arena is extremely poor, and if he continues to stay there, he won't even be able to afford his child's formula. He can only rely on his friends to become a journalist and run errands. Fortunately, the Crow Martial Soul is quite suitable for this profession, and he is adapting to his new job relatively well.
Wang Xing nodded: "Hmm, your story is very touching, so... I refuse to accept your interview. Goodbye."
After speaking, Wang Xing turned and left. Wu Wuya's commentary during the competition back then was a mess, leaving a very bad impression on Wang Xing. There's no way he would agree to be interviewed now.
Wu Wuya was refused in harsh words, but his eyes lit up instead. He quickly took out a small notebook and started writing on it, muttering to himself: "Year of Wu Zi, August 11th, autumn. Faced with the upcoming Soul Master Grand Contest, Wangxing refused to accept an interview from reporters on the street. Does he lack confidence in Tang San, who is about to participate, or is he afraid of someone else stealing his fame? Our reporter, Wu Wuya, will continue to follow up on the report..."
Wang Xing didn't even look back: "The editor-in-chief of TianDou Daily and His Highness the Crown Prince have a deep friendship, I suggest you reconsider your choice of words."
"Oh, I'm just joking!" Wu Wuya hurriedly caught up with Wang Xing, "Just let me interview you, my boss is busy urging me to write an explosive news release..."
“一边待着去，我很忙。”
尽管王星百般拒绝，但乌无涯还是死皮赖脸地跟在他旁边。伸手不打笑脸人，王星也不好直接动手，只能等走到皇宫门口时，吩咐卫兵把这个过度热情的记者拖走。
"You can't do this! You are stifling press freedom!"
Two burly royal guards lifted one of Wu Wuya's arms and dragged him out, as if carrying a chicken. Their black shoes left two shallow tracks on the ground.
Finally quiet. Wang Xing breathed a sigh of relief.
However, what Wang Xing did not expect was that Wu Wuya was even more persistent than he had imagined. He had been camping outside the palace gate for over a month. Every time Wang Xing went out, he would stick to him like a piece of sticky candy that couldn't be shaken off. In the end, Wang Xing was driven to a point where he had no choice but to casually utter a few high-sounding phrases, pretending to provide interview content and send him away.
After several days, a great masterpiece appeared out of nowhere: "Exclusive Interview! The Indomitable Patriotism and Sincere Expectations of Wang Xing, the Champion of the Previous Soul Master Tournament, towards Tang San..."
Wang Xing looked puzzled when he received the newspaper from the newsstand. What the heck? I only said two words, "Tian Dou, fight on" and "Looking forward to the Soul Master Tournament," right? How did it turn out like this?
However, this might also numb Xue Xing and Tang San's nerves, which is probably a good thing.
"What's the news today? Show me."
Qian Renxue quietly walked over to Wang Xing's side and snatched the newspaper away, "Patriotic youth Wang Xing... What, do you want to be a double agent now?"
"No, it's purely made up by that Wumuyai. If you ask me, he has much more talent as a journalist than as a host. Not every reporter can grasp the art of creating something out of nothing like he can."
"Now that Tian Dou has raised you so high, I don't know how I will insult you in the future. Although it seems like you don't care about that," Qian Renxue casually closed the newspaper. "By the way, Ning Rongrong said she wants to see you."
"Rong Rong? Yeah, it's been over a month since I last saw her."
Qian Renxue chuckled lightly, "It seems like she has a bit of interest in you. How about sacrificing your charm to win over the Qibaoliuli Sect?"
"Forget it, I don't have that kind of intention... Besides, it's not easy to win over the Qi Bao Liuli Sect with such a trivial matter."
Wang Xing ignored Qian Renxue's joke. If he really had the intention, he would have already called Guan Ning Fengzhi his father by now. But as a righteous person, he couldn't deceive someone's feelings. He had made it clear in advance with Xue Jinchai and Caiyun as well, to part on good terms.
Forget it, why bother thinking about useless things?" Wang Xing shook his head. Since Ning Rongrong said she wants to meet him, then he should make time to go. Now that Ning Rongrong has grown up, she wouldn't just randomly look for him, maybe there is something important she wants to discuss?
Fortunately, Wang Xing has a lot of leisure time. Just a few days later, he found time and set off on the familiar road to Shrek Academy.
It's a beautiful day, birds are singing, flowers are blooming. On a beautiful day like this, Wang Xing couldn't help but show a bright smile.
And in the bamboo grove of Shrek Academy, Ning Rongrong sat holding a teacup, anxiously awaiting the arrival of that familiar figure.