The Breakfast Incident and the Dragon-Subduing Princess

Guo Hao, standing on the other side, immediately felt his face flush. He stared blankly at the scene below for a long while before finally lowering his voice and recounting in detail the so-called “breakfast incident” I had missed.

It turned out those three rascals had spent the entire night chatting about ‘this girl’ transforming from a boy into a cute maiden. What exactly was discussed, Guo Hao refused to disclose, and I didn’t press him. After all, I often participated in such meetings myself, and with Yang Laoer present, I could imagine how filthy the content must have been, even with my toes.

As they talked, dawn unknowingly broke. All three of them had classes that morning and couldn’t catch up on sleep. So, they decided to head to the first cafeteria for breakfast, hoping to clear their heads before class attendance. Who would have thought such an unintentional decision would lead to such a massive disaster?

“…It was Linghu Ruoxu who first noticed Yang Laoer looking a bit off, constantly glancing in one direction. We followed his gaze and saw that girl and Murong Fan sitting side-by-side at a table,” Guo Hao explained, his eyes still fixed on the chaotic, blurred figures exchanging blows. “They were, um… feeding each other. One bite for you, one bite for me… With every bite, Yang Laoer’s expression grew uglier. Only later did we realize that girl was ‘Yiyi’… So, I called you, hoping you, Fourth Brother, could help.”

Feeling a bit lost, I immediately interjected, “How could I help? Big Brother, you know I’ve lost all my martial arts now. If a fight really broke out, I couldn’t stop Yang Laoer, much less help him deal with Murong Fan, could I?”

“Um, that’s not quite what I meant… I just thought that since Yang Laoer was upset about them feeding each other, if you were here, and you fed him, maybe his anger would subside…” Guo Hao seemed to feel a bit guilty, his voice growing softer and softer.

This explanation left me somewhat dumbfounded, and I couldn’t help but admire how Guo Hao’s thought process truly differed from the average person.

“If that’s the case, even if I wasn’t around at the moment, couldn’t you have just fed him?” It was merely a casual remark.

Yet, Guo Hao’s slightly dark complexion flushed again, and he fell silent. Eventually, Linghu Ruoxu quietly chimed in, “Guo Hao did feed him, but the moment he gave the first bite, half the cafeteria instantly looked over. Everyone stared with disdain, including that girl and Murong Fan… This was like adding fuel to the fire, piling frost on snow. Yang Laoer wasn’t even that furious originally…”

I was left speechless. After a long pause, I could only say, somewhat indignantly, “Damn it, what era is this? People still look down on ‘cut sleeves’ and ‘dragon-yang’? Regardless of gender, it’s just love… How can Tianwu University students be so vulgar?”

Halfway through my sentence, seeing Guo Hao’s face turn sour, I wisely shut my mouth, not daring to spout any more nonsense.

****

Now, everything was clear. It truly was bad luck for Yang Laoer and Murong Fan. If Yang Laoer hadn’t happened to witness the couple flaunting their affection here, none of this would have transpired.

Of course, to take a step back, if the male protagonist of this incident hadn’t been our Yang Laoer, and if he hadn’t just mastered a palm technique whose power grew stronger with sadness, with being dumped by girls, and with the pain of witnessing public displays of affection, perhaps no one else would have been capable of competing with “Star Shifter” Murong Fan.

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but secretly lament two things:

First, the “Western Madman” Yang Family’s Melancholy Palm was practically tailor-made for someone like Yang Laoer, who was dumped by girls every other day.

Second, a lovelorn man was truly not to be trifled with!

****

The two individuals below had already exchanged over a hundred blows. Yang Laoer’s palm techniques were broad and sweeping, simple in their forms, yet each palm strike and punch often carried immense power, making it difficult even for Murong Fan to withstand their sharpness.

Murong Fan, on the other hand, focused more on defense than offense. His footwork was agile and elegant, employing a “Roaming Dragon Playing with Phoenix” light-body technique to constantly evade Yang Laoer’s overwhelming palm force. Occasionally, he would counter with a half-punch or a palm, unpredictable and elusive, forcing Yang Laoer to parry and defend.

“This student, my earlier mockery of you and your brother was Murong’s indiscretion. I apologize to you both. Shall we call it a draw?” Murong Fan, realizing that a prolonged entanglement was not the solution, spoke loudly and clearly, his voice refreshing and pleasant.

Before Yang Laoer could even reply, the clueless girl outside the arena shouted, “Senior Murong, you’re so handsome! Beat him! How dare he fight you!”

Upon hearing this, both Murong Fan and Yang Laoer’s expressions changed. Yang Laoer gritted his teeth, suddenly flipped, and launched a “Walking Corpse” kick, hazy and elusive, appearing and disappearing without a trace. Murong Fan’s face darkened further. After such a long struggle, and with Yang Laoer already being a master of free movement within this range, he had likely figured out Murong Fan’s light-body technique. Thus, even the “Star Shifter,” who usually soared with the freedom of a phoenix dancing among the nine heavens, found this move unavoidable.

As the kick was about to land, Murong Fan’s brows furrowed, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes, as if he was about to make his move!

It was at this precise moment, amidst the clamor of the crowded cafeteria hall, that a table-slamming sound, like a muffled thunderclap, suddenly echoed. The profound internal energy contained within that single sound, its pure, potent, and masculine force, caused everyone present to momentarily freeze in stunned realization. Even the two combatants in the center, Murong Fan and Yang Laoer, whose swords were drawn and who were on the verge of clashing, shuddered, their impending moves halting mid-air, poised but unreleased.

The onlookers in the outer circle instinctively parted, creating a narrow gap in the direction of the sound. Through the opening, a graceful and imposing girl could be seen sitting elegantly at a nearby dining table. A half-eaten bowl of black rice porridge rested on the table, and a fair, delicate hand was slowly stirring it with a spoon, while the other had just leisurely withdrawn from the tabletop.

“This is the cafeteria, a place for eating. Didn’t you see the sign over there?” she said blandly, pausing her stirring hand to leisurely scoop up a spoonful of black rice porridge and slowly sip it.

If it had been anyone else suddenly intervening in a fight like this, they would likely have been ignored, or worse, perhaps even ganged up on by the two combatants. At the very least, they would have been scorned by the crowd of onlookers.

However, at this moment, no one dared to utter a sound. Many people, myself included, recognized that figure.

It was none other than Senior Sister Xiao Ru, the “Dragon-Subduing Princess,” ranked third among Tianwu University’s Ten Great Experts!