Xu Lingjun explained for quite a while before Wang Qingya finally understood that he wasn't doing anything impulsive that only a budding teenager would do, and the blood-replenishing medicine was absolutely not because he was, um, depleting his own blood and needed medicine to replenish it or anything like that.
But the way she looked at Xu Lingjun had definitely changed.
After dinner.
She tidied up the guest room, claiming she was too tired from the journey, and went to bed early.
She even locked her door thoroughly.
Kidding aside, even though they were engaged, premarital sex was absolutely not allowed, unless he agreed to inherit the Wang Family business.
That night.
Xu Lingjun slept in the bathtub.
He soaked in cold water all night just to suppress the overwhelming impulse completely.
And after soaking for a whole night, his skin didn't wrinkle or turn pale at all; instead, it was even more elastic and supple, like very bouncy.
Even more handsome.
Xu Lingjun didn't feel particularly pleased; instead, he sighed softly.
Oh no, at school, those girls are probably going to cling more annoyingly, and someone might even ask me what brand of face mask I use…
Sigh, Cléia from Nature Town or whatever, I truly don't know.
Back when I was a kid, I was forced by Sister Yaya to use them a few times, but it's been so many years that I can't even remember the brand.
Speak of the devil, and she appears.
There was a knock on the door, and then it opened, with Wang Qingya poking her head in.
Today she wore a baggy T-shirt and pants that were way too long, with her silky long hair casually draped over her shoulders; although the tomboy look seemed mismatched, it actually added a touch of homely gracefulness instead of looking awkward.
Who could imagine that the seemingly unapproachable female tutor at school could be so gentle and lovely in front of Xu Lingjun?
What surprised Xu Lingjun was another issue. Looking at Wang Qingya's trousers that dragged on the floor, he said in astonishment, "Sister Yaya, why are you wearing my clothes?"
"I already threw away the clothes I brought, so I have no change and can only wear yours."
Xu Lingjun was curious, "Why did you throw them away? Weren't they all quite expensive?"
"I came straight from the research academy and didn't have time to go home, so I just had Dad send me some seasonal clothes from home."
As she spoke, a hint of embarrassment and annoyance appeared in Wang Qingya's eyes, and she said, "But that old guy, upon hearing I was coming to see you, sent me a bunch of useless stuff instead. Nothing practical at all."
Recalling the things she discarded, like little umbrellas, seductive lingerie, sailor suits, police uniforms, and candles and handcuffs...
She was too embarrassed to explain clearly and just vaguely said, "You should have known my dad's taste from decades ago. He wanted to give me a refined name with 'ya' in it, but adding the 'Wang' made it so common. He couldn't even come up with a decent name for his daughter; I shouldn't have asked him for help from the start."
She glanced at Xu Lingjun, her gaze unobtrusively lingering on his face for a couple of seconds, and said, "Let's go, accompany me to buy some toothbrushes, toothpaste, and some clothes to change into. I'm not used to your toothpaste and toothbrush; the bristles are all worn out."
"Alright, let me change my clothes."
Xu Lingjun agreed, then felt there was something strange about what Wang Qingya said.
But Wang Qingya didn't move; she just stared at him...
"What's wrong, Sister Yaya?"
Wang Qingya hesitated for a moment and asked, "Have you been using face masks recently? What brand are you using?"
Xu Lingjun: "..............."
Wang Qingya had already prepared breakfast.
Two plates of small dishes, two cups of soy milk filled to the brim, four fried dough sticks, along with two pairs of chopsticks laid out neatly.
She urged Xu Lingjun to brush his teeth and wash his face, and the two sat and ate breakfast together.
Then they headed out together.
At a high-end clothing store nearby, Wang Qingya bought seven or eight sets of clothes from head to toe in one go.
She even wanted to buy some for Xu Lingjun, but he just wasn't comfortable wearing such branded clothes at school; it would feel too extravagant. However, Wang Qingya insisted, so he had no choice but to pick a few pairs of underwear to change into.
The previous ones had become too small and needed replacing.
The whole day, Xu Lingjun was practically tied down completely by Wang Qingya, accompanying her here and there, cleaning, and doing household chores. But the result was that the previously quiet home was transformed, thanks to Wang Qingya's efforts, into something warmer and cozier.
And the next morning.
When Xu Lingjun got up, he saw the steaming breakfast laid out on the table, along with a note she had left earlier.
A warmth flooded his heart.
Although the presence of another person made it less free than when he was alone, this feeling of home made someone like him, who had lived in isolation, feel quite nostalgic.
After eating,
Xu Lingjun headed to school. His parents were martial artists, and as long as a martial artist is alive, they're like a walking treasure trove... So his home was in a good area, only a kilometer or two from school, taking just ten minutes or so to walk.
But he still left two hours early.
Along the way, he saved a little girl from drowning, earning 23 Source Value.
He helped an elderly lady having a sudden illness to the hospital, earning 15 Source Value.
He almost got into a confrontation with the lady's family. Thankfully, he pulled out his Qingyang High School student ID, and the family didn't dare to extort any further.
This probably counts as a normal occurrence in society.
Even the most notorious thugs wouldn't dare to easily provoke those students in school who seem as docile as lambs.
Who knows which one among them might become the next esteemed martial artist?
If someone they bullied today becomes a martial artist tomorrow and seeks revenge, nobody can afford the cost...
This is also why Xu Lingjun felt safe helping elderly people cross the street.
Never underestimate the young guy who's currently broke.
And along the way, he finally felt the magical effects of the Divine Demon Level Technique.
Carrying a two-hundred-pound elderly lady and sprinting several kilometers felt like nothing. He didn't even break a sweat… his breathing wasn't even slightly disturbed. Strength-wise, he might not have been much stronger, but his stamina truly was incredible.
For example, the Body Forging Dragon Stabilizing Pile, which was very effective for Body Tempering. Whereas a normal student would be exhausted in twenty minutes, Xu Lingjun had a mysterious confidence that he could last for a solid three hours without faltering.
Source Value... truly a wonderful thing.
Xu Lingjun glanced down.
Source Value: 421 points.
A bit on the low side, but slowly accumulating it would do.
Now that his constitution had improved, he planned to save more Source Value and then buy some Martial Skills from that old beggar; ten bucks a book, and he was fair to all.
Thinking this, Xu Lingjun suddenly paused.
He felt he had bumped into someone... and the touch was soft...
Girl?
Oh no! With my current physique, could I have accidentally hurt her?
Instinctively, Xu Lingjun opened his mouth to say sorry, but the old beggar's advice suddenly popped into his head: Never apologize first when you bump into someone, or you'll lose your ground even if you were right.
If we bumped into each other, it's clear I didn't watch out, but the other person must have been daydreaming too.
Just as he finished this thought, he couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. It was just a conman's advice; how could he take it seriously? There are more good people in this world, and as long as I sincerely apologize, the other party surely wouldn't mind.
Yes, they wouldn't, they definitely wouldn't.
Thinking this, he apologetically said, "Can't you even say sorry?"
The beautiful girl in the navy-close-fitting dress, who had been knocked to the ground by Xu Lingjun, was stunned.