Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

Chapter 218 Qiu'er? Auspicious Beast?

Han Yu's heart skipped a beat. The girl in front of him had exquisite features and beautiful eyebrows and eyes. She was simply stunningly beautiful.

Even the Snow Emperor couldn't be compared to her; they each had their own strengths.

Han Yu couldn't help but take a few more glances, her eyes revealing amazement.

He initially thought the girl in front of him was Wang Qiu'er, since only Wang Qiu'er possessed the Golden Dragon Martial Soul.

However, when he got closer and saw her face clearly, he realized that the girl in front of him was completely different from the Wang Qiu'er in his memory.

"That's not right. Only Wang Qiu'er possesses the Golden Dragon Martial Soul. This person doesn't look like Wang Qiu'er at all."

Han Yu pondered to herself, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Could it be that someone else possesses this kind of martial soul?"

Han Yu fell into deep thought, her mind filled with countless thoughts, and her brain couldn't help but feel a little overloaded.

He pondered various possibilities, but could not find a reasonable explanation.

"Never mind, I can test the waters later."

Han Yu secretly decided to wait until the girl finished her test before asking her about martial spirits.

He decided to wait and see, remaining motionless and quietly waiting for the girl to finish her test. Meanwhile, the girl was undergoing her test.

Seemingly sensing something, her delicate body trembled slightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Han Yu standing not far away, his golden belt particularly eye-catching.

"It was him, that wretched human who cut off my beautiful mane."

A thought flashed through the girl's mind, and her face immediately turned gloomy. A hint of anger couldn't help but appear on her originally expressionless face.

She took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and filled out her information under the guidance of the test teacher.

The test instructor was an elderly man with gray hair. He patiently guided the girl as she filled out the forms.

"Qiu'er, your information has been entered. Your current Soul Master level is Apprentice. You can report to the first year later. Your location is..."

The teacher handed a school uniform to the girl and then pointed her finger in the direction of the first grade.

Thank you.

The girl nodded, speaking calmly and expressionlessly.

Her voice was like a clear spring, with a hint of coldness, making people want to get closer, yet also want to back away.

Then, she took a step and walked towards the crowd.

"Get out of the way, don't block the junior's path."

One of the students called out, signaling the male students around him to make way for Qiu'er. His voice was somewhat hurried, and his tone carried a hint of flattery.

He reached out and gently nudged the male students standing in front of Qiu'er. Their bodies involuntarily stepped back, making way for Qiu'er.

The male student's behavior immediately made the female students around him feel uncomfortable.

Their brows were furrowed, their eyes were stinging, and they whispered among themselves.

Their movements were very discreet, but Qiu'er keenly sensed their hostility.

"What's there to be proud of? It's just that you're good-looking. You're so old, and you're only now learning about soul tools. I don't think you'll achieve much."

They couldn't help but think maliciously. Their eyes were fixed on Qiu'er, filled with jealousy and disdain.

"Excuse me, could you take me to the freshman year?"

Some clear, crisp sounds came from that rosy little mouth. At this moment, Qiu'er had come to Han Yu's side.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at Han Yu with clear, bright eyes, a faint smile on her lips.

"I?"

Han Yu looked around and realized that the person was speaking to her.

He was somewhat surprised, but quickly recovered and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, is that alright?"

Qiu'er's face was expressionless, but deep in her eyes she was glaring fiercely at Han Yu.

A sly glint flashed in her eyes, as if she were plotting some scheme.

Because it was so well hidden, Han Yu naturally failed to discover it.

"Okay, come with me."

Han Yu's heart skipped a beat, and then she nodded, wanting to see if it was as she had guessed.

His heart was filled with curiosity and anticipation, eager to uncover the secret behind Qiu'er as soon as possible.

Seeing Qiu'er directly approach Han Yu, the male students felt as if they had been pinched by lemons.

Their faces were pale, their fists clenched, and their eyes were filled with jealousy and anger.

"Damn it, does being handsome really mean you can do whatever you want?"

They thought to themselves with resentment.

They couldn't accept that a beautiful girl like Qiu'er would be interested in someone as ordinary as Han Yu.

Among the group of male trainees, Han Yu's appearance was undoubtedly top-notch.

His handsome features and tall stature, combined with his unique style, made him stand out from his surroundings.

However, it is very attractive.

The two walked towards the teaching area, one after the other.

Neither of them spoke. Han Yu used the corner of his eye to observe the woman named Qiu'er, pondering to himself, "Golden Dragon Martial Soul, but she doesn't look like Wang Dong at all, although her temperament is quite similar."

Qiu'er stared intently at the golden belt around Han Yu's waist, her teeth clenched in anger. The golden belt was woven from her own mane, and the way humans treated it fueled her fury.

"Damn humans, how dare they treat my mane like this! When I get the chance, I'll shave yours off too!"

Qiu'er made a silent vow in her heart.

The two walked in silence until they reached the entrance of the teaching area, when Han Yu broke the silence and shattered the stillness.

He coughed lightly and tentatively asked, "Hello, my name is Han Yu, what's your name?"

Han Yu slowly turned around, and the next moment, he felt a soft touch bump into his arms. He was stunned and didn't know what was happening.

"Why don't you greet people before you speak?"

Qiu'er was taken aback at first, then her brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of anger flashed in her eyes, as if questioning why Han Yu hadn't given her any prior notice before suddenly turning around, catching her off guard.

At the same time, she stretched out her hands and pushed hard against Han Yu's chest, trying to push herself off him.

But as she expected, Han Yu did not fall backward; she remained standing motionless, as stable as a rock.

Because the cold rain was not pushed, this resulted in a rather ambiguous posture.

Qiu'er placed her hands on Han Yu's chest, and she could clearly feel Han Yu's heart beating strongly. The two bodies were pressed tightly together.

This sudden intimate contact made Qiu'er's cheeks flush red, and her heart began to beat faster.

From a distance, they looked like a couple flirting, drawing curious glances from passersby.

"They're so daring."

"Hugging and cuddling in broad daylight, what kind of behavior is that?"

"Let go of that girl."

The other students noticed what was happening to Han Yu, and whispers reached their ears.

Some embarrassing whispers reached their ears, and Qiu'er was immediately filled with shame and indignation, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

"Let me go."

Qiu'er glared at Han Yu with a murderous look, a blush appearing on her aloof face, whether from anger or some other reason was unclear.

Her tone was firm, as if she were ordering Han Yu to release her immediately; however, her voice trembled slightly, revealing her inner panic.

Han Yu spread her hands, looking completely innocent, and said:

"Why should I let you go? You're the one who's clinging to my chest and won't let go."

He spoke calmly, as if stating a fact, completely unaware of how ambiguous his actions were.

Qiu'er was stunned. She looked at her hands, which were tightly gripping Han Yu's clothes at the chest, as if she wanted to tear them apart.

She suddenly realized that in her panic, she had grabbed Han Yu's clothes, which had led to this awkward position.

"snort!"

With a soft hum, Qiu'er quickly retracted her hands into her sleeves, her movements swift as if trying to conceal her embarrassment.

"You bastard, would this have happened if you hadn't suddenly turned around?"

Qiu'er said with a defiant look, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, vehemently denying that it was her fault.

She tried to shift the blame to Han Yu in order to cover up her panic and shame, but her tone became much weaker, revealing a hint of grievance.

Han Yu listened to Qiu'er's words, a playful smile appearing on his lips. He gently shook his head, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"You're the one who's talking to me. I turned around so slowly. With your skills, you should have been able to react in time."

"Why is everything being blamed on me?"

As he spoke, he gently poked Qiu'er's forehead with his finger.

Qiu'er was stung and immediately flew into a rage. She abruptly turned her head to the side, no longer looking at Han Yu.

"My Soul Emperor junior sister?"

Han Yu couldn't help but burst into laughter when she saw Qiu'er's sullen face.

He reached out and gently patted Qiu'er's shoulder, trying to calm her down.

"Can you sense my strength?"

Qiu'er was even angrier by Han Yu's actions. She stood up abruptly and stared at Han Yu with sharp eyes.

She clenched her fists tightly, as if she were about to throw a punch at any moment.

Keep in mind that she didn't reveal her spirit rings when she came here.

"I can sense something roughly."

Han Yu remained noncommittal, his deep eyes seemingly able to see through Qiu'er's thoughts.

Qiu'er gave a light snort, a hint of smugness on her face, and said:

"I bet you're only at the Soul Emperor level. This academy must not be that great."

When she arrived here, she found that most of the people here had very low cultivation levels, and some of them had very poor martial spirits.

Moreover, the soul power is extremely unstable, and it seems to have been forcibly increased, having a level but lacking the power.

"It's really not good; people here all like to take drugs."

Han Yu spoke casually, seemingly undisappointed with the academy.

He pointed to a teaching building not far away and said to Qiu'er:

"Here you are, the first-year student you've been looking for. By the way, why would someone with your abilities want to study soul tools?"

"Judging from your appearance, you probably don't know much about soul tools."

Han Yu stopped with Qiu'er in the first-grade teaching building, and then asked with a meaningful look in her eyes.

Qiu'er glanced at Han Yu and said coldly:

"Can't I like it?"

Her tone carried a hint of arrogance, as if to say, "This is my choice, what's it to you?"

"Well"

Well, that's a very strong reason, and Han Yu couldn't refute it for a moment.

He could only shrug helplessly, indicating that he had nothing to say.

"Alright, I've brought you to the place. I'll be going now. You can go in by yourself."

Han Yu waved her hand, about to turn and leave.

Qiu'er frowned slightly, looking at the golden belt, a hint of shyness flashing in her eyes.

Keep in mind that this is hair on her neck, and hair in this area is considered a very sensitive spot for her.

Being strapped to her waist like this made her a little angry.

"Hey, stop right there."

Han Yu paused, slowly turned around, and asked with some confusion:

"What's wrong? Is there something else?"

Qiu'er glanced at Han Yu's belt casually and said:

"Your belt is beautiful, can you sell it to me?"

"Name your price, we'll take anything, even rare and precious materials."

As Qiu'er spoke, she stretched out her hand and gestured "how much money?"

The image of a wealthy woman came over Han Yu, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

His suspicions were confirmed at that moment.

The only one who knows about his belt is the Three-Eyed Golden Lion.

"You want it?"

Qiu'er nodded quickly, her eyes filled with longing.

"Excuse me, I really like this belt, and whenever I'm upset, I touch the mane on it."

"The bristles on this have a magical power that can calm my mind."

Han Yu feigned reluctance and refused, while gently stroking the fur on her belt as if feeling the warmth it conveyed.

"you--!"

Qiu'er was immediately a little angry. Looking at Han Yu's expression, she thought he had fallen for her.

It seems like you're just playing with your feelings.

Qiu'er put her hands on her hips, pointed angrily at Han Yu, and was about to say something.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

Han Yu waved her hand, then turned and walked away.

"You're not allowed to leave."

Unexpectedly, a somewhat angry voice came from behind.

Qiu'er quickly stepped forward and grabbed Han Yu's sleeve, trying to stop him from leaving.

Before Han Yu could turn around, she felt a pair of small hands reaching for her waist, their target being the golden belt.

Han Yu turned slightly to the side and brushed past the owner of those small hands.

Qiu'er's outstretched hand missed its target, and she froze on the spot.

"hateful."

Qiu'er roared angrily, the golden light in her eyes shining even brighter.

She moved like lightning, lunging towards Han Yu, trying to snatch the belt back.

Han Yu was prepared. Seeing Qiu'er attack again, he quickly leaped backward to dodge her attack.

(End of this chapter)