The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins
Chapter 305: Women will only affect my Ascension speed!

Chapter 305: Chapter 305: Women will only affect my Ascension speed!

Having long been accustomed to being the center of attention, Zhu Haomiao paid no mind to such trivial matters, rushing into the Scripture Pavilion to immerse himself in the ocean of knowledge.

A small snowy white head poked out from the leather bag at the boy’s waist. After a bout of acting cute and realizing its owner wouldn’t pet it, it began to wander and scurry around out of boredom.

"It’s him..."

"So brutal..."

"Doesn’t look like it..."

"Such a drastic change..."

...

Pricking up its ears and sneakily eavesdropping on the discussions around, Diao Chan scampered back onto Zhu Haomiao, whispering sneakily into his ear.

"Shuishui, they said you sexually assaulted feces..."

Trembling all over, the boy retracted his gaze from the secret manual in his hand, looking incredulously at the dimwit on his shoulder.

"What did you say?"

"Sexually assaulted feces... squeak!"

Realizing which four words it was, Zhu Haomiao yanked the dimwit down, holding it belly up in his arms, prying open its mouth and pulling its little pink tongue, giving it a good rub or two.

"Make sure your tongue is straight before you speak again!"

Diao Chan wriggled crazily, breaking free from the boy’s embrace, tilting its head to look at him, its tiny head full of big question marks.

"Squeak?"

"Don’t bully Diao Chan!"

At that moment, a little girl as cute as a porcelain doll jumped out, scooping Diao Chan into her arms, glaring indignantly at the boy.

Seeing the look of shared hatred in the eyes of Pet Number One and Pet Number Two, Zhu Haomiao pouted, once again turning his gaze to the secret manual in his hand.

"Mr. Li, I’m talking to you!"

"Heard you, go play on your own."

Waving his hand impatiently, Zhu Haomiao shooed the two cute creatures aside, focusing intently on dismantling the secret manual in his hand, soon losing track of time.

After some time had passed, a tall, curvaceous, cool-tempered girl walked into the Scripture Pavilion, scanning around before locking her gaze on the boy sitting in the corner.

Gazing at his handsome profile like jade, the girl tightened her grip on the exquisite food box, furrowing her brows slightly, unable to reconcile him with the little fool who used to tail her.

A sudden surge of inexplicable shame overwhelmed her, making the girl instinctively want to turn and leave, but her father’s tearful face suddenly popped into her mind.

Even knowing that ninety-nine percent of it was an act, she couldn’t harden her heart.

"Sigh~"

Letting out a soft sigh, just as the girl gracefully approached, intending to start a conversation, she suddenly heard a silvery laughter coming from under the table.

"Hehehehe..."

Soon after, a messy-haired little girl emerged from beneath, chasing a snow-white strange beast, locking eyes with the girl.

...

The naive silly smile froze on her face, Zhao Nuo stood still for two seconds, then hurriedly stood up to tidy her appearance, reverting to her noble and cold demeanor.

"Greetings, Your Highness Princess."

At this moment, the girl also recognized the little girl’s identity, greeting her warmly yet modestly.

"Hmm."

Zhao Nuo nodded indifferently, but her fair little feet secretly curled up. The embarrassment was palpable enough to etch a three-room apartment on the floor, as she started a conversation out of the blue.

"I recognize you, the head of the Seven Heroes of the Martial Arts Academy, Yin Kejun!"

"Are you here for something with me?"

Hearing this, Yin Kejun calmly shook her head.

"I’m not here for the Princess; I’m here for him."

"Huh?"

Realizing someone was pointing at him, Zhu Haomiao lifted his eyes from the secret manual, seeing a charming unfamiliar girl standing in front of him.

The girl in a cyan gauze garment, with icy fair skin and a cool, noble temperament, was like a snow lotus on a high mountain, keeping people at a distance.

But her appearance bore a mature allure beyond her years, paired with a figure as voluptuous as a peach, exuding a sweet and enchanting flame that lured moths to the flame.

The conflicting charm of ice and fire stirred an irresistible desire for conquest, making one want to pluck this flower on a high cliff and hold it in their arms for indulgent play.

The wicked pink in his pupils quickly faded, Zhu Haomiao suppressed the [Lust], furrowing his brows slightly.

"You are..."

"Yin Kejun."

A flick of memory, Zhu Haomiao recalled Yin Tianze’s repeated mentions of childhood friends, and gave a polite smile.

"So it’s Sister Ke Jun. It’s been years; you’ve changed so much, please forgive me for not recognizing you immediately."

Hearing this, Yin Kejun slightly pursed her lips, quietly scrutinizing the boy with complex feelings.

The boy in front of her had handsome features, a commanding presence, and a gaze filled with confidence and ease, emanating a noble aura of authority without anger.

If it weren’t for a few remnants of his childhood features in his brows, she wouldn’t believe that he used to be the timid and sleazy Little Douding!

"You’ve changed even more. If Dad hadn’t told me in advance, I wouldn’t have believed it..."

Saying this, Yin Kejun comfortably sat down, placing the exquisite food box on the table.

"Dad said, since you’re alone at the Martial Arts Academy, he worries you might not be eating well, so he instructed me to take good care of you."

"This is the meal I cooked myself, let’s have a taste together."

Sensing a subtle hint of perfunctory defiance in Yin Kejun’s words, Zhu Haomiao suddenly realized that Yin Tianze was likely using both soft and hard tactics to force his daughter to come find him.

Images of an old father rushing marriage arrangements and forced blind dates surfaced in his mind. Zhu Haomiao awkwardly touched his nose, giving an embarrassed smile.

Uncle, your daughter is excellent!

But...

Women will only slow down my ascent!

"Thank you, Sister Ke Jun."

"You’re welcome."

Both sides tacitly refrained from speaking further, sharing lunch with an unspoken understanding of just completing a task.

Meanwhile, Zhao Nuo, holding Diao Chan, let her gaze wander between the two, pouting her small, puffed-up lips.

Tasting a couple of symbolic bites, Yin Kejun put down her chopsticks, seeing Zhu Haomiao eating with relish. Her reluctant irritable mood suddenly dissipated a little, involuntarily curling up the corners of her lips.

My cooking skills are still pretty good~

"Is it tasty?"

"It’s alright."

The upward curve of Yin Kejun’s lips abruptly froze, quickly fading away, as she stared blankly at the boy.

Not realizing he had blurted out the truth, Zhu Haomiao looked up at the icy-eyed Yin Kejun, his brain working frantically to divert attention.

"Sister Ke Jun, would you like to try my cooking?"

"You? You can cook?"

In her impression, Li Lin, not to mention cooking, couldn’t even take care of himself without servants!

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao smiled calmly, took out a soup pot, and poured a bowl of spirit light glowing meat broth for Yin Kejun.

Seeing the boy pulling out a large soup pot from the little leather bag at his waist, Yin Kejun’s pupils suddenly shrank.

Qiankun Bag?!

How could he possess such an extraordinary treasure?

Instinctively wanting to ask questions, but soon realizing it might involve his family’s secrets, Yin Kejun swallowed the questions back, her gaze unwittingly drawn to the crystal-clear meat soup before her.