Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King

“Great, so firstly, regarding the design, I can help you create a rough outline, and the rest is up to you, the first-level designers, to fill in. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.”

But I only have one hour a day to answer your questions, so please write down your questions before asking them, okay?

“Yes, yes.” The five designers, including Xu Xiaoyan, nodded repeatedly.

"After that, the manufacturers and repairmen will be in charge of building the mechs together. Nan Fusheng and Zheng Qia Ran, you two will lead the lower-level workers to build them together. This way, it will be easier to find and fix any problems. Is that alright?"

“Okay.” Nan Fusheng and Zheng Qiaran nodded as well. To make mecha, all four professions are indispensable.

A crucial task for Zheng Qiaran's mecha repair team is perfecting the mechas. When minor issues arise during the mecha's construction, it's the mecha repairman's job to fix them.

"Finally, there's the issue of forging. With our level-two forging masters, it's impossible to make a high-grade mecha. So, firstly, we'll set the grade of our mecha at white."

Second, regarding the materials for the mecha, we'll purchase the rare metals ourselves and then have our designers create a unified design. If you have any further questions, please feel free to add them.

The second group exchanged glances, thinking there shouldn't be any problems. Firstly, because their blacksmith was only at level two, they could only perform a maximum of one hundred forgings.

However, it was simply impossible for one person to supply them with 15 people's worth of refined metal before the final exams.

Therefore, classifying it as a white-level mecha is correct. After all, a white-level mecha is just an ordinary mass-produced mecha. Even a first-level blacksmith can easily forge enough metal with a little effort.

Hundred-refined metal is a metal added only when forging Yellow-level mechs. Moreover, even Yellow-level mechs are mostly composed of mass-produced metals.

As for choosing the required rare metals, that's not difficult; just find those that are compatible with your martial soul.

"What? No one has any questions? Very well, then I declare the meeting adjourned." Fors waved her hand and announced the meeting was over.

"Eh?"

The second group expressed their doubts: "Is it over already? Look, the other groups are still discussing it non-stop!"

Listening to the other groups, the trainees were arguing incessantly. Some disagreed with each other's plans, while others felt that their secondary professions were of a higher level and that the whole group should listen to their plans.

Watching the other groups arguing fiercely, some even seemingly about to fight, the members of the second group couldn't help but look at Fors. This was the benefit of having a leader.

Because Fors Wall possesses overwhelming strength, and her second profession has reached an astonishing level five, who would dare to challenge such a monster?

Just like now, judging from the other groups, they were probably going to be discussing it until the afternoon, but as soon as Fors spoke up, they finished it in just a few minutes.

"Wait, team leader, I have a question." Just then, Zheng Qiaran suddenly called out to Fors.

"Hmm?" Fors turned around in confusion, but she didn't mind Zheng Qiaran calling her team leader.

"Team leader, Teacher Wu also mentioned that there will be a team competition in the final exams, and each group can select its four strongest mechs to participate in the team competition. I was thinking, if we have the resources, could we forge yellow-grade mechs to use in the competition?"

"Yes, that's right. As the strongest among us, our team leader should be using a Yellow-level mecha. With her strength and mental power, she's the one with the best chance of winning the championship!"

Hearing Zheng Qiaran's words, the others began to echo him. After all, it was known that the higher one's cultivation level and the stronger one's mental power, the more advantages one would have when controlling a mecha.

With Fors's strength, he might actually win the championship. The reason I say "might" is mainly because this competition is about mechs, not the combat power of soul masters.

"No, I don't need to build the mecha." Fors suddenly said something surprising. "You can build them. As for the teacher, I'll handle that. You don't need to worry about me being a burden to you."

“But…” Zheng Qiaran wanted to say something more.

"Alright, Zheng Qiaran, I'm the group leader now. I hereby declare the meeting adjourned." With that, Fors walked out, giving Nan Fusheng a look that signaled him to come with her.

Nan Fusheng smiled helplessly and was about to get up when he suddenly felt a gaze on him. He turned his head and saw Xu Xiaoyan looking pitiful.

This girl, wasn't she giving him the cold shoulder before? How come she's suddenly back to her old ways? Helpless, Nan Fusheng gave Fors a look, signaling her to leave first.

"Tch." Fors rolled her eyes at him and walked away without looking back.

Nan Fusheng stood up and walked to Xu Xiaoyan's side. "Are you worried?"

Xu Xiaoyan nodded.

In terms of overall strength, Xu Xiaoyan was the weakest of the five members of Class Zero.

Xu Xiaoyan's individual combat ability is indeed not strong. She is good at seizing opportunities, but in a one-on-one battle, it can be said that anyone present could defeat her.

Even at night, while astrological soul skills are absolutely valid, once activated, she becomes unable to move. She lacks the ability to sustain attacks.

Nan Fusheng comforted him, "Don't think too much. Your most urgent task now is to break through to level 30 as soon as possible. After reaching level 30, Soul Masters will undergo a qualitative change. Based on your strength at that time, we will help you formulate a direction for building a mecha."

Mechs are just a transition for us; our future goal is still battle armor. We'll definitely pass the final exams.

"Yes, yes, I'll try my best." Xu Xiaoyan nodded vigorously.

"Very good." Nan Fusheng patted Xu Xiaoyan's head. "As long as you can reach level 30 before the final exam, I will give you a surprise for the final exam."

Xu Xiaoyan didn't object to Nan Fusheng patting her head; instead, she asked curiously, "What surprise is it?"

"It's a secret." Nan Fusheng smiled mysteriously. "Alright, if we keep going like this, people will be watching the show. Let's go."

"Hmm." Xu Xiaoyan only then noticed that the people around them were staring at the two of them in shock, which made her blush slightly, and she said softly.

Nan Fusheng took Xu Xiaoyan's hand and led her out of the classroom. Xu Xiaoyan followed him silently. At this moment, the relationship between the two seemed to ease and become a little closer.

Chapter 180 Ice Cream

Oh my god, where are the morals? Where are the ethics? Where is the team leader? Come quick, someone's going to cheat on you!

This is infuriating! They're all still single, even though they're all members of the same freshman class! Why can Nan Fusheng just relax there and have a romantic comedy, while they have to struggle here and even have to eat their dog food (i.e., witness their public displays of affection)?

"Wait a minute, does the team leader know about Nan Fusheng and Xu Xiaoyan's relationship?"

At this moment, someone noticed the key point, and the others' eyes lit up upon hearing this. "That's right," they thought, "Nan Fusheng and Xu Xiaoyan have always seemed to keep their distance from the team leader. So, is Nan Fusheng two-timing?"

"Alright, do you still have time to meddle in other people's business? Hurry up and select rare metals, or you won't be able to build the mecha and drag our whole group down and get eliminated."

A cold voice rang out, interrupting the second group's train of thought. Surprisingly, the speaker was Zheng Qiaran, who had just seemed to have some disagreements with Nan Fusheng.

Hearing Zheng Qiaran's words, everyone smiled sheepishly and then began to leave the classroom to search for the rare metals they needed.

Although Nan Fusheng's situation bothered them somewhat, the most important thing right now was to pass the final exams. They believed that as long as they could stay at Shrek Academy, they would eventually see that scumbag Nan Fusheng get his comeuppance.

……

Shrek Academy, dormitory for work-study students.

Nan Fusheng took Xu Xiaoyan's hand and returned to the work-study students' dormitory. He originally wanted to take Xu Xiaoyan to find Fors.

Unfortunately, Fors had disappeared somewhere, so he had no choice but to take Xu Xiaoyan back to the work-study students' dormitory.

Upon entering the room, Nan Fusheng and the others found that men and women were sharing a room. Because men and women were separated, a curtain was placed between them to separate their view and preserve some privacy.

After entering the room, Nan Fusheng released Xu Xiaoyan's hand, walked to his bed, and prepared to cultivate.

"Huh? This seems to be a clone of me. Do I need to cultivate?" Nan Fusheng suddenly thought of this and fell into deep thought.

The purpose of creating clones is to relieve the burden on the main body. Why should the main body be cultivating for the clones? Isn't this completely contrary to the original intention of creating clones?

Nan Fusheng understood, and then he gave up cultivation and chose to give up. Cultivation is something that should be done by the clone's own efforts; relying on the main body is not advisable.

Great, now let's choose where we should go for fun.

Just as Nan Fusheng was thinking about where to go for fun, a sweet fragrance wafted from his side. Nan Fusheng turned his head and saw Xu Xiaoyan with a slightly flushed face.

The girl was sitting on the bed, her hands nervously twisting together. Her large, sky-blue eyes glanced at Nan Fusheng every now and then before quickly looking away. She said weakly to Nan Fusheng, "Can we talk?"

“Of course.” Nan Fusheng chuckled. “We’re companions, it’s just a chat, no need to put on airs. This is different from the you I remember.”

"Omitted." Xu Xiaoyan stuck out her tongue at Nan Fusheng. "I just felt that the atmosphere was more atmospheric just now."

This girl was indeed acting. Although Xu Xiaoyan usually seemed gentle and weak, as if she were easy to bully, Nan Fusheng knew very well that beneath Xu Xiaoyan's soft exterior lay a cunning and strong heart.

Just like in the class monitor selection competition, she was able to blend into Luo Guixing's team as if she were a fish in water, and even become the core of the team.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Nan Fusheng asked with some curiosity.

Upon hearing this, Xu Xiaoyan's legs, clad in white over-the-knee stockings, involuntarily brought together slightly, immediately drawing Nan Fusheng's attention.

Since she was going back to her own dormitory, Xu Xiaoyan had already taken off her shoes, and her small feet in white stockings were just stepping on the floor.

Today, Xu Xiaoyan was wearing a dark green Shrek Academy uniform and white stockings with lace trim. Through the delicate stockings, her slender legs were faintly visible, shining like a work of art.

Xu Xiaoyan clearly noticed Nan Fusheng's gaze, and a blush appeared on her face, but she didn't hide anything, and said softly, "Does it look good?"

"It looks good." Nan Fusheng answered the question almost subconsciously, but after saying it, he felt that saying it might be a bit abrupt.

Sure enough, after hearing Nan Fusheng's answer, Xu Xiaoyan's face turned even redder, and the words she wanted to say stuck in her throat, and Nan Fusheng was the same.

In this unspoken silence, there was an undercurrent of ambiguity. Nan Fusheng was silent because he felt he had said something wrong. Xu Xiaoyan, on the other hand, was shy.

"I have to say something! My brain, think of something!" In the silence, Xu Xiaoyan kept urging her brain to work, hoping it could come up with a way to break the deadlock. Finally…

"Do you want to touch it?" Xu Xiaoyan asked, then realized what she meant.

"Ah! What am I saying! Will he think I'm a promiscuous girl?" the girl thought to herself.

Nan Fusheng paused for a moment upon hearing Xu Xiaoyan's words. It seemed that saying he wouldn't touch them wouldn't be a good answer. But if he said he would touch them, wouldn't he be considered a foot fetishist?

What to do? Get your brain working! I need to come up with an answer within three seconds.

“Okay.” Almost immediately, Nan Fusheng answered, his tone extremely firm, because a sentence had just flashed through his mind, directly strengthening his belief.

If you're faced with a choice and you'll regret it no matter what you do, then since you're going to regret it anyway, you might as well choose the easier option now.

Upon hearing Nan Fusheng's words, Xu Xiaoyan's body trembled slightly. Then, as if possessed, she placed her two legs, clad in lace-trimmed white over-the-knee stockings, on Nan Fusheng's legs.

After a moment's hesitation, Nan Fusheng reached out and gently grasped that small, white foot.

The delicate white silk had a hint of rosy skin tone, and it felt as smooth as mutton fat jade to the touch. He didn't know what kind of fabric it was made of, but the softness of the white silk and the warmth emanating from it felt as if it were melting in his palm.