Chapter 34: If I Beat Up Her Kid, Will Ah Yin Get Mad? An Old Rabbit Eating Tender Grass?!
That night.
[Dad Douluo]: Family, who understands my pain?! I ran into some trash in his forties, only rank 29, who actually wanted to take me as his disciple! I'm dying of laughter! Hahahahaha!
Every word overflowed with unrestrained joy.
Far away at Blue Tyrant Academy, Liu Erlong was watering plants.
When she saw the message, her watering can almost slipped from her hand.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: A forty-something rank-29 Soul Grandmaster? That trashy? Does he even know your master is a Titled Douluo?
She shook her head, finding the whole thing absurd and ridiculous.
Lin Qingmo's heaven-defying monster of a master was a Titled Douluo with a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.
Truly, any random cat or dog dared to stick their nose in.
Spirit Hall.
Inside the Pope's sleeping quarters.
Bibi Dong reclined lazily against a soft couch.
Her violet eyes swept over the light screen, the corners of her lips curving with amusement.
[The Pope Herself]: Such audacity. Who dares to snatch the disciple of Titled Douluo?
In the work-study dormitory.
Xiao Wu hugged her pillow tightly.
When she saw the message, her ears twitched slightly.
[A Rogue Rabbit]: Rank 29 trash… sounds oddly familiar.
She tilted her head, racking her brain.
Lin Qingmo had already reached the dormitory building.
He continued typing happily.
[Dad Douluo]: It was that trash "Grandmaster," Yu Xiaogang.
[Dad Douluo]: Hahaha! Just thinking about how dark his face was when he left after getting roasted by me—I can't stop laughing.
Xiao Wu's eyes lit up in realization.
[A Rogue Rabbit]: Ohhh! No wonder it sounded familiar—it's him!
Meanwhile, the previously righteous Liu Erlong and Bibi Dong both fell silent at the same time.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: …
[The Pope Herself]: …
Those ellipses hid complicated emotions.
Curious, Xiao Wu followed up.
[A Rogue Rabbit]: Ah Qing, why did Yu Xiaogang come looking for you?
Lin Qingmo recalled the scene from earlier, his smile deepening.
[Dad Douluo]: What else? Because not long ago, I beat the crap out of some little punk. Beat the kid, and the old one came knocking, trying to get justice as a teacher.
He paused, then added another line.
[Dad Douluo]: To be fair, beating up that little punk felt amazing! I smashed his face so badly that even his mom wouldn't recognize him.
[Green Grass]: …
Ah Yin really wanted to say that she had seen everything.
When Liu Erlong read this, her brows furrowed slightly.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Little punk? You mean Tang San?
She hesitated, then still typed her concern.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: That's Tang Hao's son. Aren't you afraid Tang Hao will come after you?
Seeing the words "Tang Hao," Lin Qingmo snorted.
He walked to the dorm window, gazing at the darkening sky outside.
[Dad Douluo]: What else could it be? That guy pulled a long face just because I was close to Xiao Wu. I didn't like him, so I just made a move.
His words were righteous and utterly unrestrained.
[Dad Douluo]: Besides, Tang Hao's basically a stray dog being hunted by Spirit Hall right now. He's busy hiding. Where would he dare show up openly?
The light screen reflected his confident side profile.
[Dad Douluo]: Not scared. Just fight!
Youthful arrogance, bold and unbridled.
Liu Erlong looked at the screen and shook her head helplessly.
But thinking about the Titled Douluo master Lin Qingmo mentioned…
She felt that maybe this was what people called confidence.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Fine. As long as you know what you're doing.
She still couldn't help reminding him.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Don't be too flashy. Trouble attracts trouble.
Suddenly, Lin Qingmo thought of something, his expression turning subtle.
[Dad Douluo]: By the way… I just beat up Tang San. Ah Yin won't be angry about that, right?
He scratched his head, rare traces of unease appearing.
After all, Ah Yin was Tang San's biological mother…
Liu Erlong sent a cold laugh emoji.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Heh. Now you remember her? Why didn't you think about that when you were beating up her son?
[The Pope Herself]: Did Ah Yin have any reaction?
She was referring to Ah Yin beside Lin Qingmo.
Lin Qingmo glanced at the grass leaves coiled around his wrist.
They swayed gently, calm as ever.
[Dad Douluo]: Mm… seems like there's been no reaction at all so far.
Ah Yin really was calm—almost indifferent.
As if Tang San were nothing more than an irrelevant stranger.
[Green Grass]: He is not Ah Yin's child.
The message was short, yet filled with certainty.
It was her true feeling.
Earlier, Lin Qingmo had mentioned transmigrators in the group.
He had said that Tang San had seized her child's body.
During Lin Qingmo's fight with Tang San, Ah Yin had been observing quietly in the dark.
Those strange techniques and footwork… they indeed resembled the Tang Sect arts Lin Qingmo had mentioned.
As she sensed it more clearly, the last trace of luck in her heart dissipated.
Confirmed—he really was a transmigrator.
[The Pope Herself]: If Ah Yin does not react, then there's no need to worry.
[Dad Douluo]: That's true.
Even being that close to Tang San didn't trigger any reaction from Ah Yin… so it should be fine.
He hopped onto his bed and crossed his legs.
Then another thought struck him, his eyes lighting up.
[Dad Douluo]: But seriously, I discovered something really interesting!
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: What?
On the other end of the screen, everyone's curiosity was piqued.
[Dad Douluo]: According to the plot, Xiao Wu and Tang San were supposed to be childhood sweethearts.
He recalled the original story, finding the current situation amusing.
[Dad Douluo]: They should've been super close—inseparable. Xiao Wu even called Tang San her brother. But now it's completely different!
[Dad Douluo]: Xiao Wu and Tang San have an awful relationship. She looks at him like he's an enemy.
[Dad Douluo]: Instead, she's super enthusiastic toward me—sticking to me all day. This plot deviation is way too big, isn't it?
Inside the work-study dormitory's blanket.
Xiao Wu curled up, hugging the glowing screen.
When she saw Lin Qingmo's message, her face instantly turned red.
"So… Ah Qing noticed it too!"
She murmured, her eyes curving into crescents.
Her heart raced wildly, like a little deer crashing around.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally gathered her courage.
As "A Rogue Rabbit," she boldly typed in the group.
[A Rogue Rabbit]: M-M-Maybe… s-she… she likes you?
The moment she sent it, Xiao Wu covered her face.
A rosy flush seeped through the gaps between her fingers.
Her heart beat so fast it felt like it might leap out of her chest.
She stared nervously at the screen, not daring to blink.
Afraid of missing Lin Qingmo's reply.
…
Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong looked at the messages in the group, her violet eyes narrowing slightly.
"So it really is her."
She had already suspected that "A Rogue Rabbit" was Xiao Wu.
Now that Xiao Wu had openly revealed her feelings, it only confirmed her guess.
She leaned back against the couch, tapping the armrest lightly.
Her gaze was fixed on the chat window, waiting for Lin Qingmo's response.
A faint, indescribable displeasure stirred in her heart—but she didn't show it.
Lin Qingmo saw the message and froze for a moment.
[Dad Douluo]: Likes me?
He scratched his head, his expression turning strange.
[Dad Douluo]: Then wouldn't that be an old rabbit eating tender grass?
The moment this line was sent, the group went dead silent.
Xiao Wu's eyes widened, completely stunned.
[A Rogue Rabbit]: O-Old… rabbit?
She repeated it in disbelief, her ears shooting straight up.
Lin Qingmo, however, thought it made more and more sense.
[Dad Douluo]: Well, yeah. She's a hundred-thousand-year soul beast in human form. If we go by age, she could be my great-great-great-great-great-great… Grandma, right?
[Dad Douluo]: And I'm only six years old. If that's not an old rabbit eating tender grass, what is?
Seeing this, Liu Erlong immediately face-palmed.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: …What kind of twisted logic is that?
She was completely defeated by his thought process.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: After transforming, Xiao Wu is just a little girl, about the same age as you!
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: What "old rabbit eating tender grass"? What nonsense is going on in your head?
Bibi Dong was amused as well, unable to stop a soft laugh.
[The Pope Herself]: …
The ellipsis carried helplessness—and a hint of laughter.
But deep down, she was actually quite satisfied with this answer.
Under the blanket, Xiao Wu froze for a few seconds after reading "old rabbit eating tender grass."
Then she kicked angrily, messing up the covers.
"I'm not old at all!"
She protested in a low voice, cheeks red like ripe fruit.
"I'm only seven after transforming—same as you!"
"What old rabbit eating tender grass…"
She puffed out her cheeks, then couldn't help but smile.
"Ah Qing is such a big idiot!"
Though she complained with her mouth, her heart was sweet.
At least Ah Qing didn't dislike her… and that was the best possible start!
As for Lin Qingmo's true thoughts—
Xiao Wu really was cute, lively, and spirited.
She was also incredibly clingy, like a little tail following him around.
But right now, his mind was filled with cultivation and getting stronger.
Thinking about how to cling tightly to the thighs of the big shots in the group.
Romance?
That was for later.
Besides, what were two seven-year-old kids thinking about all this for?
He shook his head, tossing those thoughts aside.
The chat continued.
Liu Erlong kept roasting Lin Qingmo for being clueless about romance.
Bibi Dong occasionally chimed in, her tone lazy and teasing.
Ah Yin remained quiet as always, serene like moonlight.
Xiao Wu, meanwhile, agreed with everything Lin Qingmo said.
The atmosphere was relaxed, warm, and gentle.
Outside the window, the night grew deeper, stars twinkling.
Lin Qingmo turned off the light screen and closed his eyes.
Tomorrow will be a brand-new day.
He thought so, a peaceful smile on his lips.
The wind slipped through the window crack, gently brushing his cheek.
From afar came faint insect calls, like a lullaby for the night.
Everything was just right.
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End of Chapter