Ninth class citizen

Chapter 343 Marriage
Although Nan Rong deeply resented this great demon king, everyone loved to hear his praise. Moreover, this man usually had a stern face, but when he occasionally showed a smile, he was truly handsome beyond compare.

No! She's just a hollow coffin, all show and no substance, her heart is rotten to the core. I mustn't be fooled by her beauty! She reminded herself.

But he didn't notice that the person in front of him slowly turned cold again.

"This is my revised plan." A document appeared out of thin air in Tian Li's hand: "Take it back and take a look. You can give me any feedback, but this is your only chance."

Before he could do anything, a senior colonel knocked on the door and entered, saluting the two men separately.

“Go back and rest with him, and come see me again tomorrow,” Tian Li said.

"Okay." Nan Rong held the document in her hand, filled with curiosity and eager to go back and take a look.

Just as he was about to turn around, Tian Li called out to him.

"There's one more thing," he said coldly. "Go back and copy the school rules 100 times, and hand them in to me tomorrow."

Nan Rong turned around abruptly, her gaze meeting Tian Li's.

The latter's eyes held a detached indifference, as if looking down upon a mayfly, as if it had been completely dismantled into free particles, and even the slightest fluctuations in the depths of its soul could not escape the other's detection.

Could this old coffin be hearing my thoughts? No way, it can't be, right?

What kind of monster with a dark heart would use their abilities to spy on other people's thoughts?

She lowered her eyes anxiously, thinking, when she heard the voice above her grow even deeper: "Fifty more times."

So it's confirmed; he really can hear it.

Nan Rong swallowed her grievances and fled out the door with the officer as if she were escaping.

The ship was guarded every three steps and sentries every five steps, all of them with their backs ramrod straight. But like the officer in front of him, they were oblivious to the strangely dressed woman suddenly emerging from the bridge.

Therefore, the Great Demon King's ability to alter collective memory is truly amazing.

Unfortunately, Nan Rong did not use his mental power to track him when he used it the first two times, so he never imitated it.

But one thing is certain: the Great Demon King believes he should learn it.

Even if he has a terrible character, Nan Rong cannot deny this person's formidable strength against her conscience.

In other words, he believes that with his current abilities, he is fully capable of using this skill.

The saying goes, "All things follow the will of the mind." Perhaps she could change her approach, ponder it herself, and create a memory alteration 2.0 version.

While Nan Rong was lost in thought, she was led to a cabin with double solid wood doors covered in gold at the end of the corridor, where she was respectfully invited to enter.

The 3D rendering of the entire Class A warship was already in her field of vision, so Nan Rong knew very well that there were only two suites of several hundred square meters on the warship.

Needless to say, the other set belongs to the Great Demon King, while this set is for myself.

Why has this person suddenly become so kind? Could there be some hidden conspiracy?
Nan Rong nestled in the soft, comfortable sofa, eating a Nachi fruit still glistening with white frost, savoring its rich, sweet flavor. He then casually opened the document and glanced at it.
After reading just the first paragraph, her gaze suddenly froze, and the fruit in her hand fell to the ground.

"Impossible, I must be seeing things." She read it again in disbelief, her gaze focusing on two words, almost setting them on fire, but the words remained unchanged.

Nan Rong wiped her eyes and quickly read through the rest of the document. She found that the rest was just a refinement of the outline and there were no substantial changes.

Even so, the changes in just the first part are still baffling, unbelievable, and unacceptable.

Nan Rong felt as if a ball of fire was stuck in her heart, and even her brain seemed to have been dried out, almost losing her ability to think.

Jelly Dumpling was even more shocked than she was, or rather, terrified. Her mouth, which was usually curved into an arc, was now in an O shape, and she kept screaming "Ahhhhh!"

Nan Rong didn't have time to comfort it. The Great Demon King told her to come talk to her again tomorrow, but she simply couldn't wait that long.

The next second, she reappeared on the bridge.

Tian Li stood with his hands behind his back in front of the transparent panoramic window, gazing at the endless ruins in the distant starry sky. His back was as imposing as a mountain, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

"Is there a problem?" He didn't turn around.

"Yes." Nan Rong took out the document, waved it behind him, and raised her voice: "Please explain to me, Dean, what exactly is this 'minor adjustment' you're referring to!"

Tian Li turned around, his dark eyes sparkling like stars, his face indifferent and aloof. He walked step by step to Nan Rong, looking down at her.
"Do you have objections to my modifications?"

At this moment, the two were less than half a meter apart, and the aura emanating from the other slowly spread out, enveloping Nan Rong completely.

Even though she tried her best to fight back, she still couldn't help but shrink back and tremble.

This is the body's instinctive reaction when facing an unfathomable opponent.

At this moment, she was like an ordinary person drowning, unable to breathe or make a sound, and her originally bright black eyes gradually began to dilate.

The tall man in military uniform seemed oblivious, quietly waiting for her answer.

It's unclear how much time passed before Nan Rong felt the tangible pressure gradually subside, finally allowing her to catch her breath and speak.

She looked up and saw four rows of gleaming badges, their sparkle reflecting in her eyes as if reminding her of the vast difference in their social status.

"The Dean is quite imposing in front of me, a new student," she said in a low, hoarse voice, unable to suppress her sarcasm.

"Is this what you wanted to say?" The indifferent voice betrayed no emotion.

"I just want to ask, what do these two words mean?" Nan Rong looked up, simultaneously raising the document in her hand and pointing to the characters marked on it.

"Marriage?" Tian Li's voice was as calm as still water: "It means exactly what it says, what's the problem?"

“Of course there’s a problem!” Nan Rong looked at her in astonishment: “In the academy, you are the dean, and I am just a new student! In this world, you are a first-class citizen, the president of the federation, and the commander-in-chief of the entire army! And I am just a lowly second-level gene optimizer—marriage is not a very appropriate thing to do!”

Tian Li frowned slightly: "These are not reasons. What exactly are you trying to say?"

Nan Rong hadn't expected him to react this way. "Then can you tell me why we need to make these extra adjustments? Didn't you already approve of my previous plan?"

“The plan is feasible, but it’s too slow.” Tianli looked at her and said, word by word, “And what we lack most is time.”