Zhao Ling looked at the eleven or twelve-year-old girl who had thrown herself into his arms. She wore a white dress and had extremely delicate features.
She was about 1.65 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure and a noble, ethereal air.
"Rongrong, why have you come?"
"Why else? Rongrong heard you returned to the mansion, but you haven't come to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to see me for so many days, so I had to run here myself."
"Oh right, Brother Ling, Rongrong remembers you saying before that you would give Rongrong a gift after Rongrong awakened her spirit at six years old, right?"
"More than five years have passed, where's Rongrong's gift? You wouldn't have forgotten, would you???"
Ning Rongrong wrapped her arms around Zhao Ling's waist, looking up at him with a hopeful expression, as if waiting for him to give her a present.
Only then did Zhao Ling remember this matter, but now was not the time to talk about it.
Especially now that Ning Rongrong was hugging his waist, he could feel the fiery jealousy in Zhu Zhuqing's gaze from behind him.
He quickly said to Ning Rongrong, "Rongrong, quickly let go of Brother Ling. I'll give you the gift later."
"No, I want to hug Brother Ling. Who told you to disappear for five years?"
"Rongrong wants to make up for all the time you owed Rongrong in these five years. Also, quickly lower your head, Rongrong wants a kiss."
Ning Rongrong shook her head, not only not wanting to let go of Zhao Ling, but also wanting to kiss him a few times on the cheek.
In her opinion, Brother Ling had always come to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to see her since she was little.
Every time Brother Ling hugged her, she could naturally kiss him.
Now, although she had grown up and couldn't have Brother Ling pick her up anymore,
Kissing Brother Ling was something she absolutely couldn't do without.
Zhao Ling only felt the resentment from Zhu Zhuqing behind him getting deeper and deeper. He suspected that Zhu Zhuqing was about to explode.
Sure enough, as soon as Zhao Ling had this thought, Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward, grabbed Ning Rongrong's shoulder, and said with dissatisfaction,
"Student Ning Rongrong, please quickly let go of my teacher. I haven't even kissed my teacher yet, why should I let you go first???"
Only then did Ning Rongrong shift her gaze from Zhao Ling's face, noticing that there were other women in the courtyard, one of whom was her classmate.
"Student Zhu Zhuqing? Why are you at Brother Ling's mansion? You said Brother Ling is your teacher? So, you're Brother Ling's disciple?"
Ning Rongrong looked curiously at Zhu Zhuqing, but the arms hugging Zhao Ling not only didn't loosen, but instead clung tighter, like a koala.
This made Zhu Zhuqing completely unable to bear it, and she coldly said to Ning Rongrong, "So what if I am?"
"If you are, then that makes things easy…"
Ning Rongrong let go of Zhao Ling's waist, cleared her throat, and then said to Zhu Zhuqing in a serious tone,
"Hello, Student Zhu Zhuqing. I am your teacher's fiancée, which means I'm your future teacher-mother. From now on, you can just call me Teacher-Mother Rongrong."
What the hell… Zhu Zhuqing instantly blew up. Her big sister taking advantage of her teacher and not letting her take advantage of him was one thing.
But how could this classmate, who was about the same age and spirit power as her, also be taking advantage of her teacher?
And even said she wanted to be her future teacher-mother? Could she tolerate this?
Immediately, Zhu Zhuqing released her Netherworld Cat spirit, looking like she was about to fight Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong also knew that she was a pure support-type spirit master, while Zhu Zhuqing was an agility-attack type.
In terms of combat, she was completely countered by the other party. Only someone with a hole in their head would fight the other party to the death.
So Ning Rongrong naturally burrowed into Zhao Ling's arms, putting on a delicate and charming expression.
"Brother Ling, look at your disciple, she's actually so fierce towards me. You have to discipline her properly."
Zhao Ling immediately smelled a strong scent of green tea in the air. Only then did he remember.
In the original story, she did indeed show the characteristics of a green tea girl, especially in the early stages, her green tea essence was very strong.
He couldn't help but find it funny and exasperating. Then, just as Zhu Zhuqing was about to pounce on Ning Rongrong to teach her a lesson,
Zhao Ling pulled the little green tea Rongrong away and then raised his hand to hold Zhu Zhuqing down.
"Alright, Qing'er, don't listen to this girl Rongrong's nonsense."
"She's still so young, how could teacher agree to let her be my fiancée? She's deliberately trying to provoke you. Calm down."
Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing puffed out her cheeks with dissatisfaction, clearly not believing Zhao Ling's words.
But Ning Rongrong continued to speak from behind Zhao Ling.
"I wasn't talking nonsense. Rongrong is Brother Ling's fiancée."
"Brother Ling has kissed Rongrong, and Rongrong has also kissed Brother Ling. These are undeniable facts."
"What? Teacher, you kissed her???" Zhu Zhuqing, who was already sulking, became even more agitated upon hearing this.
Clearly, her teacher hadn't even kissed her, so why had her teacher kissed this student Ning Rongrong?
"No, no… Qing'er, listen to teacher explain…"
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing becoming increasingly dissatisfied, Zhao Ling felt a splitting headache.
"Qing'er, her father and I are good friends. I kissed her a few times when she was very young, and it was only on her forehead."
"At that time, I absolutely had no other thoughts. I swear to heaven…"
Just as Zhao Ling wanted to swear to heaven, unexpectedly, the heavens directly sent down a bolt of lightning from a clear sky. The rumbling thunder made his face darken.
This, this heaven probably had a grudge against him, Zhao?
Why, after he transmigrated to the Douluo world, had he only sworn a few times, and each time the heavens slapped him in the face on the spot? It was truly problematic.
Zhao Ling, his face dark, felt Zhu Zhuqing's dissatisfied gaze on him.
"Teacher, you still say you had no other thoughts about her? Even the heavens couldn't help but expose you on the spot."
"Uh… alright, I did have some thoughts about her back then, but I don't now…"
Zhao Ling felt like he was losing face and said somewhat quietly.
"Then do you dare to swear to heaven again?" Zhu Zhuqing smiled coldly, her scrutinizing gaze making Zhao Ling unable to help but look away.
"Qing'er, there's no need to swear, right? Can't you give teacher a little more face?" Zhao Ling sighed heavily.
"Want face? Then kiss Qing'er. Since you're unwilling to let Qing'er kiss you, then it's always okay for you to kiss others, right?"
"Qing'er doesn't ask for anything else, just a kiss on the forehead will do."
Zhu Zhuqing raised her finger and pointed at her fair, smooth forehead. Anyway, if her teacher didn't kiss her, she wouldn't give up.
Zhao Ling's head was as big as a bucket this time, while that girl Zhu Zhuyun was still watching this scene with a gloating look.
Someone could only sigh in his heart, what a sin.
Then he bent down, preparing to kiss Zhu Zhuqing on the forehead, just to appease her.
But unexpectedly, as Zhao Ling lowered his head, Zhu Zhuqing tiptoed and lightly touched his cheek like a dragonfly skimming water.
This made Zhao Ling's brain freeze…