“Hey, at the end of the day, it’s all that kid’s fault…” Qian Daoliu thought left and right, suddenly feeling a bit annoyed, and couldn’t help but vent his frustrations towards a certain young Wang in his heart.
Of course, that was all.
After all, Qian Daoliu was a truly honest man, adhering to the spirit of chivalry, and would not casually blame innocent people like a villain, let alone that Wang Zhao was just a little kid.
He had seen the situation from beginning to end, after all, he wasn’t stupid; his granddaughter’s unusual behavior of specifically not wanting him to follow her to the Library, how could he not care?
That kid was quite sensible, but still a bit too naive.
How could he know that his aloofness was fine for ordinary people, but for a favored daughter of heaven like his granddaughter, it would only have the opposite effect.
Let’s not discuss what kind of ideological work Qian Daoliu planned to do for his granddaughter.
On the other side.
After getting rid of Qian Renxue, Wang Zhao continued to casually browse books as if nothing had happened.
It wasn’t that he was putting on an act, but for him, there was nothing more important at the moment than strengthening himself.
Qian Renxue could basically be guaranteed to become a god, which was why she could choose her life path so recklessly, but he could not.
Potential!
Strength!
Influence!
These were all things he lacked most right now.
He was still far from enough.
“I hope that in the near future, I won’t shrink back because of these things anymore.” … On the third day, Wang Zhao and Qian Renxue sat together again.
“Why are you here again?” He tilted his head to look at the golden-haired girl who seemed to appear out of thin air, asking expressionlessly.
Qian Renxue, however, seemed to have been prepared for this; she pointed to the floor, a smile curving her lips, and said: “This is a public area, I just happened to sit here, don’t flatter yourself.” “…” Wang Zhao said nothing and scooted his bottom to the side.
Qian Renxue also stopped talking, holding a book with a serious expression, then casually scooted her little bottom over, following Wang Zhao.
The two continued to sit together.
“…” Wang Zhao didn’t leave this time, because he had already sensed that this golden-haired girl seemed very stubborn, and if he left again, it would only further incite her intentions.
At that point, how could he concentrate on reading?
He only hoped she wouldn’t cause him too much trouble.
Wang Zhao stopped paying attention, and Qian Renxue also remained silent; the two immersed themselves in the sea of books in this strange atmosphere… Just kidding.
“You’re holding the book upside down.” Wang Zhao glanced at the golden-haired girl beside him, then quickly retracted his gaze, as if speaking to himself.
“Huh?!” The girl’s cheeks instantly flushed red.
… Unbeknownst to the two, in a certain magnificent hall, a group of old men were observing their situation through a special mirror spirit tool.
“Big Brother, if we let them continue like this, won’t there really be a problem?” An old man with white hair and beard, dressed in gold robes with silver embroidery, pointed at the mirror and questioned the angel-like elder, Qian Daoliu, who was seated at the head of the table.
His name was Tian E, a Super Douluo of level 98, with the Titled Douluo of Golden Crocodile.
And the identity of this group of old men was self-evident; they were the legendary Titled Douluo from the Hall of Offerings within Spirit Hall, and all of them were Super Douluo above level 96!
One must know that Xue’er was raised under the watchful eyes of these old fellows, and those who had no descendants of their own treated her as their own granddaughter, cherishing her like a treasure in their palms for fear of accidentally dropping her.
Now, to witness her actively approaching a wild boy, and that boy still trying to push her away, how could it not infuriate them?
In their opinion, if Xue’er truly liked him and wanted a playmate, why didn’t they, these old fellows, just capture him?
Xue’er could play with him however she wanted.
There was no need for such effort.
However, Qian Daoliu calmly shook his head and said: “You all know that Xue’er is destined to undergo my God’s Ninth Trial, but do you know what the content of Xue’er’s Ninth Trial is?” “It is the Seven Emotions: joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, fear, love, and desire.” “I used to think of protecting Xue’er’s pure innocent heart, but yesterday I suddenly realized that this is impossible.” “Because without entering the world, how can one transcend it?” “Are we old fellows truly helping Xue’er by shielding her so tightly?” “What if, in the future, in a place we cannot see, Xue’er suddenly develops a complex emotional entanglement with a certain man, and the inexperienced Xue’er then suffers emotional trauma?
Will this affect her Ninth Trial?” “Perhaps this is why I can only be an Archpriest of Angels, after all, becoming a god requires not only Aptitude but also a sufficiently firm heart.” “Big Brother, then what do you mean?” Gold Crocodile Douluo probed.
Could it be that they were going to arrange for someone to bring Xue’er and this boy together?
Qian Daoliu shook his head again.
“Let nature take its course.
All we need to do is keep an eye on our subordinates and not disturb them.” “What if Xue’er falls genuinely in love with this boy?” “As long as Xue’er is happy, the worst outcome is just becoming a god a few years later.
Back then, my God spent thousands of years collecting faith to become a god.
I believe this small trial is nothing to Xue’er.” “Hmph, he got off easy!” A Hall of Offerings member stared at Wang Zhao in the mirror spirit tool, muttering in confusion.
Qian Daoliu said no more.
After all, as early as the moment he noticed Xue’er’s interest in Wang Zhao, he had already arranged for someone to investigate all of Wang Zhao’s background thoroughly.
There was a saying he temporarily kept to himself— I have a premonition that this kid might not be so simple… “By the way, should we tell Ji’er about this?” … … In the days that followed.
Wang Zhao lived a “Hell” like existence every day.
During the day, he exercised with his little teacher, Sister Dong’er; at night, he sat with the golden-haired girl, Qian Renxue.
Don’t misunderstand, it was all very proper.
However, what he found somewhat strange was that he never encountered any trouble from beginning to end, and both the little teacher and the golden-haired girl only met him at fixed times, never intervening in his other life in the slightest.
He was happy to enjoy the peace.
He had thought that life would continue so uneventfully, until… One deep night.
In the Spirit Hall Academy’s Library, Wang Zhao was tidying the bookshelves as usual, preparing to close the Library.
Qian Renxue stood silently beside him, accompanying him.
At this moment, only the two of them remained in the Library.
“Xiao Xue, hand me the key.” Wang Zhao reached out behind him without turning his head, and Qian Renxue tacitly handed him a set of keys.
Soon after, with a “bang,” Wang Zhao closed the Library door and then locked it.
Thus, it was time for the two to part ways.
But suddenly, Wang Zhao’s eyebrows twitched, as if sensing something.
He hastily bid Qian Renxue farewell and then jogged away.