Chapter 113: Meeting

Due to the opaque operations in the competition format, there were few strong matchups between seeded teams in the first two rounds. Therefore, the match between Shrek Academy and Thunder Academy, as well as the match between Godwind Academy and Blaze Academy, naturally became the focus of the first round of matches. Especially the match involving Shrek Academy, the venue was packed with audiences, creating a lively atmosphere.
"Tang San, giegie, I love you!"
The enthusiastic female fans cried out like crazy tigers, expressing their love for Tang San while not forgetting to step on other contestants.
"Then Thunder Academy, hurry up and surrender, don't dirty giegie's hands!"
Tang San frowned and looked at the group of people holding signs that said "I'm crazy for three" and "Three lives, three worlds" and couldn't help but say, "Where did these people come from? I don't remember hiring anyone..."
Meng Yiran smiled and said, "It shows that you are very popular, Third Brother."
Tang San shook his head. He always felt that these people were trying to attract trouble for him. But he had no evidence and couldn't be sure if these people were paid or just plain stupid. Moreover, they at least showed their support openly. Should he really slap his own face?
Soul Master Tournament ultimately relies on strength. Once crowned, everything is possible; if one performs poorly, their reputation will be ruined. History has proven this point, and Tang San does not care about these public opinions.
Frans looks at these fanatics and gently strokes his beard with sympathy: "Tang San, you have so many fans, if we put advertisements on our team jerseys, how much advertising revenue can we earn..."
"Principal, let's forget about this."
Tang San's face turned dark. Not long ago, when he found out that Flender had secretly ordered a batch of green jerseys covered in various advertisements, his blood pressure really soared. In order to get rid of this matter, he had to dig into his own pocket and pay a significant amount of compensation to those brands. Just thinking about it now is annoying.
Ma Hongjun and Oscar quickly stopped the dangerous idea of ​​Franz. The game is small, but losing one's integrity is a big deal. If they really let them wear those clothes and show their faces in the competition, how can they hold their heads up in the soul master world from now on?
"Principal, think twice! I don't think our Shrek Academy is lacking this amount of money!"
"Hongjun is right, Principal, you need to change this old habit of yours..."
Even Liu Erlong couldn't help but roll his eyes at Flender. How did this guy's brain grow? He used to be quite clever when he was young, but now he's regressing."
Flender awkwardly wipes his glasses: "You guys wouldn't understand, I'm scared of being poor... Erlong, do you remember? When we first started traveling the continent, there was a time when we only had three copper coins left on us, so we had to huddle under a bridge and eat flatbread... The kids these days have never experienced hardship, they can't imagine the difficulties of earning money, sigh."
Perhaps it was the memories of traveling across the continent that brought Frander's mood down. Liu Erlong comforted him by patting him.
"It's all over."
"Yes, it's all in the past."
There was still some time before the start of the competition, and the conversation on the side of Shrek Academy was lively. However, Ning Rongrong secretly sneaked out of the field and made her way to the position next to the Crown Prince.
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi was chatting and laughing with Xue Qinghe, with Wang Xing occasionally chiming in.
Seeing Ning Rongrong approaching, Ning Fengzhi smiled and said, "Rongrong, why did you come over? Aren't you supposed to be competing?"
"Dad, in a one-on-one match, what's the point of me, a support player, joining in the fun? It's better to come over and chat with Brother Xue and Brother Xing."
Ning Rongrong smiled and agreed, but his eyes subtly glanced at Wang Xing and Qian Renxue, with a meaningful look.
Under such circumstances, Wang Xing didn't know what to say. On the surface, Xue Qinghe was Ning Fengzhi's disciple, and Wang Xing was his right-hand man. The four of them were as close as family. But in reality... it's hard to put into words.
Ning Rongrong's matter had already been told to Qian Renxue by Wang Xing. Therefore, she merely glanced at Ning Rongrong and warmly greeted, "Rongrong, do you want to watch the competition here? Please have a seat."
"Please have a seat," Wang Xing said, pretending nothing had happened, making room for Ning Rongrong.
Qian Renxue looked Ning Rongrong up and down, exclaiming, "Rongrong, you've grown so much... I even carried you before. Now you've become a young lady."
宁风致点头道：“荣荣这几年确实长大了。还要感谢王小兄弟教得好。”
王星连忙摆手：“哪里哪里。是荣荣自己聪明，一点就通。”
"Smart is smart, but Rong Rong's personality when she was young... sigh, she was really a little witch. Even Lao Chen's beard was pulled out two strands back in the day, haha!"
"Ning Fengzhi is indeed Rong Rong's biological father, and he has no psychological burden when teasing his daughter. A few black lines appeared on Rong Rong's forehead, and she retorted, 'Then why can others educate me to become a proper lady? Is it because someone's parenting method is too indulgent?'"
"Nonsense! Girls should be raised in wealth. Look at the results now, aren't they good?"
Ning Fengzhi coughed and said, "It's getting late and the competition is about to start. I have to go to my seat over there on the podium. You can chat among yourselves."
With that, Ning Fengzhi stood up and walked towards the chairman's podium. As the master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Glass Sect, he naturally wouldn't stay in the ordinary audience seats to watch the competition, but instead joined top players like Salas in the chairman's podium to offer guidance.
As Ning Fengzhi left, the atmosphere in the room became somewhat eerie.
Ning Rongrong glanced at Wang Xing, then looked at Qian Renxue. Wang Xing looked at Qian Renxue, then looked at Ning Rongrong. For a moment, none of them knew what to say.
Finally, Qian Renxue broke the silence first: "Rongrong, the gift Wang Xing gave you is really valuable. I, as your master, feel a bit sorry for it."
Here, the "gifts" refer to the industries that she left in Tiantou. The thought of Wang Xing giving them to Ning Rongrong as a favor makes Qian Renxue feel a bit annoyed, and she really wants to take this opportunity to make Wang Xing kneel on a washboard and repent.
However, she also knew that Wang Xing, who regarded her as the pillar of his life, could not possibly have thoughts of cheating. Moreover, those industries that did not give to Ning Rongrong would most likely end up in the pockets of Tang San and Xue Xing. Therefore, she couldn't come up with a better solution.
Ning Rongrong smiled happily and said, "Brother Xing is indeed very generous, and I am very grateful to him... But Xue Big Brother, I have something I want to ask now."
"Go ahead."
"What is the relationship between you and Brother Xing? Are you more like subordinates, or like like-minded friends?"
Ning Rongrong blinked curiously. From her previous perspective, Xue Qinghe was just a puppet controlled by the Spirit Hall, and given his mediocre talent as a member of the Heavenly Dou Imperial Family, it was unlikely for him to attain a high status. On the other hand, Wangxing was a true future star, guaranteed to become a Soul Master, and even becoming a Platinum Bishop like Salas would not be an issue.
Therefore, logically speaking, Wang Xing's status in the Soul Hall should be higher than Xue Qinghe's. However, today, Ning Rongrong found that it seemed not to be the case. Wang Xing's obedience to Xue Qinghe did not seem fake. That's why she was curious and asked.
"Um..." Wang Xing glanced at Qian Renxue, unsure whether to tell Ning Rongrong about this right now.
Qian Renxue's face, which was gentle and sunny, revealed a warm smile: "Well, Wang Xing and I have similar beliefs, we're like comrades accompanying each other on the journey of life. As for the specifics..."
She leaned her head towards Ning Rongrong's ear and gently spoke in an unmasked, clear and pleasant female voice, "You will know soon."
Ning Rongrong paused for a moment, then looked at Wang Xing with a sudden realization. So that's how it is... Although she didn't know the specific identity of Qian Renxue, she could already guess the general situation.
"Wang Xing, you're really a jerk," Ning Rongrong commented.
"How can you falsely accuse me out of the blue? I have always been an honest and trustworthy model youth, okay?"
Wang Xing's statement is not entirely wrong. When it comes to the question of whether he has a significant other, his usual response is, "I do, but not completely, because others can't find this girl." This is not a lie, but many, including Xue Jinchai, think he's referring to a fictional character in the two-dimensional world.
Ning Rongrong snorted contemptuously, "Five Good Youths? Give me a break... The competition is about to start, let's watch the game."
Wang Xing immediately breathed a sigh of relief and took out pre-prepared popcorn from the soul communicator, handing a tub to Qian Renxue and Ning Rongrong. In the strange yet harmonious relationship between the three, they started predicting the outcome of Tang San and his team's match, with one sentence from each of them.