Douluo Dalu: Sign in to the Flame Princess-Chapter 88 - : The Deal

As soon as Ning Rongrong spoke, a wave of inexplicable nervousness welled up inside her.

"If you can't do it, I won't force you. I'll just go take my Little Wu to rank up." Zhao Ming patted Ning Rongrong's shoulder with a smile.

"Who said I can't do it? I can!" Ning Rongrong quickly grabbed Zhao Ming's hand, trying to reassure him.

In her mind, Ning Rongrong thought that if Zhao Ming tried to take advantage of her, she would reveal her true identity as the daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. Once he knew who she was, he wouldn't dare have any improper thoughts about her. Even if Zhao Ming was powerful, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's influence was enough to make him submit until he grew stronger.

Zhao Ming, seeing through Ning Rongrong's little plan, chuckled to himself.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan? As if they could stop him!

Even if he wasn't their match at this moment, why should he care? Once Ning Rongrong was his, it would be difficult for Ning Fengzhi to refuse him as a son-in-law. And if he happened to return Ning Rongrong to the clan with a noticeable baby bump, Ning Fengzhi would probably beg him to marry her.

After all, no father would want their grandchild to grow up without a father, right?

"What are you laughing at?" Ning Rongrong, noticing Zhao Ming's amused expression, felt uneasy. She crossed her arms and tried to maintain her composure.

"I'm laughing because you're still too young."

Zhao Ming gently patted Ning Rongrong's shoulder again, smiling without saying much more.

He couldn't help but remember a game from his previous life where certain players would carry their teammates to higher ranks, causing quite the commotion on social media.

After his playful deal with Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu and the others returned from their one-on-one matches.

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For spirit masters participating in the Great Spirit Arena, they could only join one battle of the same type each day. Since Zhao Ming wanted to help Ning Rongrong reach the Diamond rank, he had to forgo the one-on-one matches.

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In the waiting area, Zhao Ming held Xiao Wu in his arms.

"Xiao Wu, I originally wanted to partner with you for the two-on-two matches. But I realized I can't be selfish. Once I win the Diamond Badge, many powerful forces will start paying attention to me. I don't want you to be exposed to that kind of scrutiny just yet, understand?" Zhao Ming gently cupped Xiao Wu's face, looking deeply into her eyes.

"I understand." Xiao Wu hugged Zhao Ming tightly, pressing her face against his chest.

"Zhao Ming, sometimes I wish I could abandon my spirit beast identity. That way, I wouldn't need to hide at Shrek Academy, and I could fight by your side."

"Don't say that. It's my fault for not being strong enough to protect you."

Seeing Xiao Wu so obedient, Zhao Ming felt a pang of guilt.

Well, he would just have to make it up to her later.

Though part of his explanation was to comfort Xiao Wu, the truth was that he wouldn't take her into the arena with him, even without Ning Rongrong. There would be too much attention on him, and he didn't want Xiao Wu to be exposed so early.

After offering his reassurances, Zhao Ming took Ning Rongrong to the registration area for two-on-two matches.

Their request to register for the Spirit Elder-level two-on-two fight caused quite a stir.

"Huh? You're a Spirit Elder? You can only participate in Spirit Elder-level fights. Your level is too high to join the Spirit Grandmaster matches," the registration staff said, surprised by Zhao Ming's age. Reaching the Spirit Elder level at such a young age was almost unheard of.

"We're not here to register for the Spirit Grandmaster bracket. We're signing up for the Spirit Elder fights," Zhao Ming replied with a smile.

"What? You're going to bring a Spirit Grandmaster into a Spirit Elder-level two-on-two match?" The staff was shocked. In all his years working at the Great Spirit Arena, such situations were rare.

"Why? Is it not allowed?"

"Well, it's allowed. But are you sure you want to sign up like this? The opponents you'll face will all be Spirit Elders," the staff member cautioned. While the arena allowed lower-ranked spirit masters to challenge higher ranks, it was usually a dangerous gamble.

"It's fine. We're just here for sparring matches. No one's going to die. We'll see how we stack up against Spirit Elders, and if we can't win, at least we'll learn something," Zhao Ming said casually.

"Well, that's true," the staff member nodded in agreement.

"The registration fee is ten gold coins. For every match you win, you'll receive a total of ten gold coins."

After collecting the fee, the staff member asked them for their team name.

"What's your team name?"

"Let's call it the Invincible Duo," Zhao Ming decided. Initially, he had thought of something simple like "Ming-Rong Duo," but in the end, he felt it didn't sound impressive enough. "Invincible" better captured the essence of Zhao Ming's spirit.

With their registration complete, Zhao Ming and Ning Rongrong went to the waiting area.

Compared to the one-on-one arena, there were fewer participants in the two-on-two matches, though each battle tended to take longer.

Zhao Ming and Ning Rongrong had four teams ahead of them, so it would be a while before their match.

"I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when it's our turn." Yawning, Zhao Ming turned to Ning Rongrong. After staying up all night with Zhu Zhuqing and now approaching midday, Zhao Ming was feeling drowsy.

Before Ning Rongrong could respond, Zhao Ming laid his head in her lap, a faint smile on his face.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ning Rongrong's face flushed red as she panicked.

"Stay still. I'm using your lap as a pillow. I'll just nap for a bit," Zhao Ming said, turning slightly to find a more comfortable position on her soft thighs.

"You—!" Ning Rongrong blushed even more but, recalling Zhao Ming's previous acts of kindness—carrying her back to the dorm, making her chicken soup—she couldn't bring herself to push him away.

Besides, there was a strange, pleasant feeling in her heart, something she couldn't quite describe, but it made her reluctant to move.

Fine, I'll let it slide this time.

Finding an excuse for herself, Ning Rongrong gazed at Zhao Ming's serene face, her heart pounding like a startled deer, sweet and filled with confusion.

With a soft smile, Zhao Ming lay on her thighs, taking in the sweet fragrance. Even someone from the 21st century who knew how to enjoy life, like Zhao Ming, wouldn't want to get up from such a comfortable spot.

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