Douluo Continent: I, Tang Wulin, a Kamen Rider

Chapter 2 The Six-Year Term Has Arrived
Time flies like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, six years have quietly passed.

The streets in front of Hongshan College were packed with people early this morning.

Everywhere you look, parents are bringing their children to the awakening ceremony with great anticipation.

Their faces were filled with anticipation and anxiety for their child's future, and their eyes were brimming with eager expectations.

Amidst the bustling and noisy crowd, one pair stood out as particularly eye-catching and unique, truly an "alternative" group.

Why would you describe it this way?

Look at that father; he was an unremarkable middle-aged man. His face was plain and unremarkable, with nothing outstanding or unique about him, so ordinary that he seemed to blend seamlessly into the surrounding background.

The clothes he wore were not from any well-known brand; they were made of ordinary materials and had a simple, unpretentious style, devoid of any sense of luxury or ostentation.

His height and build were average; he lacked both imposing stature and a frail, short stature.

All these factors intertwined and blended together, making him seem so ordinary and unremarkable among the crowd.

So much so that anyone could easily overlook him with just a glance, as if he were just an insignificant speck of dust in the vast sea of ​​people.

However, in stark contrast to him was the "mother" standing on the other side.

The "mother" was like a fairy descended to earth, otherworldly and extraordinary, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

She was tall and slender, and her light blue dress cascaded down her back like flowing water, perfectly outlining her elegant and charming curves.

Her long, silvery-white hair, as smooth and lustrous as a waterfall, gained an ethereal and clear beauty under the gentle caress of the sunlight, as if radiating a soft halo.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, and her skin was as white as snow, so delicate that it seemed as if it could be broken with a touch.

Beneath her arched eyebrows were a pair of deep, clear eyes, as deep as a lake, with shimmering autumn water flowing within them, seemingly containing endless tenderness and wisdom.

Her temperament is extraordinary, like a secluded orchid growing in a secluded valley, quietly exuding a unique aura of tranquility, peace, nobility, and elegance.

She also naturally exudes a maternal glow.

That gentle and loving affection is like a tangible radiance, making people involuntarily feel close to her and yearn to get closer to her, to truly feel her warmth and tender care, like the warm sun.

It's no exaggeration to say that this ethereal woman and her ordinary father came from two completely different worlds. They should have had no connection whatsoever, and were on entirely different levels.

But the truth is quite different. At this moment, the woman is gently placing her tender gaze on the "son" in front of her.

The little boy was dressed in ordinary clothes, but his appearance was extremely cute and handsome; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe him as "pretty."

A pair of large eyes, like two bright black gems, were set on his handsome face.

His shoulder-length hair fell casually over his shoulders, making him look like a beautiful little princess who had stepped out of a fairy tale, instantly winning everyone's favor and affection.

Moreover, although the material of his clothes was ordinary and not a special material from a major manufacturer, the style of the clothes was extremely fashionable and trendy.

It's easy to see that this was a garment meticulously hand-sewn by a mother with love, stitch by stitch, specifically to fit the boy's measurements.

The result of this dedication was that, amidst the noisy crowd, the little boy stood out like the brightest star in the dark night sky, attracting attention and making it hard to look away.

Even the adults waiting in line for the awakening ceremony couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

He secretly admired the uniqueness of the little boy and his mother, as well as the stark differences and unique combination within this small family.

Some precocious little girls were already staring intently at the little boy.

Their eyes sparkled with curiosity and affection, as if the little boy was the most precious and adorable baby in the world.

If their parents hadn't been worried that it would disrupt the formation and affect the smooth progress of the awakening ceremony, they probably would have already been unable to contain their excitement and rushed up to play happily with this cute and handsome young man.

Seeing this, the fathers couldn't help but feel a pang of envy and jealousy towards Tang Ziran. "Damn it! Why?! This guy deserves to die! Why would such a goddess fall for this guy?! I'm not having it!"

A father, his face full of resentment, muttered complaints under his breath.

"My dear daughter, love can fade, right? What's so great about that boy who hasn't even grown his first hair yet! Why do you keep staring at him!"

Another father tried to persuade his daughter to look away, but she remained staring intently at the little boy.

"What? You're saying Dad's keeping an eye on that kid's mom too? Cough cough, don't talk nonsense, Dad's keeping an eye on that kid!"

The father explained somewhat awkwardly, but his shifty eyes kept glancing at the beautiful woman, revealing his true feelings.

"Oh my, you have such a cute son, and you don't even dress him in little dresses? If he were my son, I would definitely buy him little dresses!"

Another mother said with a warm, aunt-like smile.

Tang Wulin, the protagonist, initially had nothing to say about the envious glances and discussions from outsiders.

After all, he had experienced far too many discussions arising from his own physical advantages and the stark contrast between himself and his father.

Furthermore, with Aunt Yin'er by his side today, he could have fully anticipated the level of discussion surrounding it.

But some of the people's words made his face instantly darken.

Because the beautiful woman beside him was not his mother, Lang Yue! But his neighbor and kindergarten teacher, Tang Yin'er.

Because his mother herself had no soul power, she asked the soul master aunt who had watched him grow up to take care of him.

Meanwhile, the mother stayed home and carefully prepared meals so that she could properly welcome them back.

As for Tang Ziran, although he also lacked soul power, as a father, he naturally wanted to witness this important moment for his son.

So this is why these three people look so different.

After all, although Tang Yin'er was their neighbor, she was relatively well-off due to her dual identity as both a Soul Master and a teacher, so she naturally had no shortage of money.

Their family, on the other hand, relied solely on the normal income of ordinary people to make a living, so their clothing and appearance naturally appeared plain and simple.

Of course, Tang Wulin had nothing to complain about in this regard.

After all, given Tang Yin'er's meticulous care for him, it wouldn't be an exaggeration for him to call her not only his teacher but also his godmother.

Therefore, as long as Tang Yin'er herself didn't care about the group's discussion, Tang Wulin simply let them be.

But the most crucial thing was what the last person said, which was what truly made Tang Wulin most sensitive!
Because... he actually wore a... cough cough, a short skirt...

Of course, that was just to satisfy my mother and Aunt Yin'er's little quirks, so I only dressed like that occasionally at home.

After all, he was extremely handsome and cute from a young age, with long, fan-like eyelashes, bright and expressive eyes, a gentle and obedient personality, and a melodious voice.

In addition, Aunt Yin'er often took him to her room and gave him special meals. Under such meticulous care,

His physique and appearance are even more outstanding compared to his peers, like a dazzling pearl, radiating a charming glow.

So, when his mother suggested that he grow his hair longer.

Occasionally at home, a mother might request that her child wear a little dress and dress up as a pretty daughter, fulfilling her small wishes during the process of raising children.

Although he felt somewhat embarrassed and unwilling, he eventually reluctantly accepted it.

(End of this chapter)