Douluo Continent: Beginning with Signing in with Yan Lingji

Support-type Spirit Masters are quite different from other combat-type Spirit Masters. Their physical fitness is only slightly better than that of ordinary people. For someone like Ning Rongrong, who had been pampered and sheltered in the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan, her physical condition was even weaker. Not to mention, her tolerance for pain was much lower.

But despite all that, Ning Rongrong persevered.

And what pushed her to keep going wasn't anything else—it was Zhao Ming.

Whenever she felt like she couldn't continue, she would imagine Zhao Ming standing next to her, taunting her, and suddenly she would be full of energy again.

Especially when she saw him lounging at the village entrance, enjoying fruits as if he had no care in the world, it gave her an extra burst of determination to keep running.

"Huff… huff…" When Ning Rongrong finally finished her last lap, her face was flushed, and her body was drenched in sweat.

It was quite a sight to behold.

However, Zhao Ming didn't have any improper thoughts. Instead, he felt a sense of admiration and relief.

"Congratulations, you did it," Zhao Ming said gently, looking at Ning Rongrong, who was squatting on the ground, panting heavily.

"Thanks to you," Ning Rongrong glanced at Zhao Ming before lowering her head again, resting her chin on her knees, too tired to move.

"Can you stand up? Don't keep your legs bent like that."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Ming asked when he noticed her pained expression.

"My feet hurt," Ning Rongrong hesitated before admitting.

"Your feet hurt?" Zhao Ming was momentarily surprised. Given how much the Bone and Sword Douluo doted on her, they probably never put her through rigorous physical training. It was only natural that Ning Rongrong wasn't used to it.

"Let me take a look." Zhao Ming sat down beside her and reached out to grab her leg.

"No!" Ning Rongrong flinched and tried to pull her leg away.

"Don't move, let me check if it's serious," Zhao Ming said firmly, gently but firmly holding her leg in place.

After a few more attempts to struggle, Ning Rongrong finally gave up.

As she watched Zhao Ming's focused expression, a feeling of grievance welled up inside her.

Stupid Zhao Ming! Why is he so mean to me earlier, but now he's being so gentle?

Feeling Zhao Ming's careful movements, Ning Rongrong's frustration began to melt away, and her eyes filled with tears.

"Don't cry, I'll be gentle. It won't hurt," Zhao Ming reassured her as he placed her leg on his lap.

He could feel the warmth of her leg, damp with sweat, but his only thoughts were of concern.

Rolling up her pant leg, he revealed her pale, delicate skin.

He then loosened the straps on her shoes and carefully removed them.

Once the shoes were off, Zhao Ming immediately understood why her feet hurt. Ning Rongrong had been wearing a pair of women's heels with a high lift at the back. Running in such shoes was bound to cause blisters.

"I'm a bit short, so I wear these…" Ning Rongrong said softly when she saw Zhao Ming looking at her shoes.

Zhao Ming glanced at her. Ning Rongrong was indeed petite, shorter than both Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, though not by much. Wearing these shoes helped her close the height gap between them.

"Why are you staring at me? I'm not that short! Just a little bit!" Ning Rongrong huffed.

"It's fine, I don't mind," Zhao Ming said with a slight smile, then began to gently remove her soaked silk socks.

"You better not mind! I don't even mind you!" Ning Rongrong snapped back. But when her foot touched the ground, she winced in pain.

"Alright, alright. I was wrong, okay? Stop moving." Zhao Ming sighed, holding her small foot in his lap. Her toes had turned pale from being soaked in sweat, and several areas had blistered.

"I'll carry you back to the dormitory," Zhao Ming said after assessing the situation.

After a moment's hesitation, Ning Rongrong finally climbed onto Zhao Ming's back.

She was light, soft, and fragrant.

Zhao Ming grasped her legs and started walking toward the dormitory.

But after a few steps, he paused. Ning Rongrong was wearing a skirt, and by holding her legs, her skirt was hanging down, leaving her exposed.

It didn't bother Zhao Ming, but they were heading back into the academy, and he didn't want others to catch a glimpse of Ning Rongrong's private areas.

Stopping, he carefully gathered up her skirt, ensuring nothing was visible, before continuing.

Ning Rongrong noticed Zhao Ming's actions. Normally carefree, she hadn't paid attention to such details, but she wasn't stupid. When Zhao Ming adjusted her skirt, she understood what he was doing.

For the first time, she felt a sense of security.

He could be annoying sometimes, but he could also be so gentle. As she gazed at his serious expression and felt the warmth of his broad back, Ning Rongrong's heart filled with warmth. If only he weren't so mean… she mused to herself.

"Hey, when we get back, make sure to take a bath quickly. You'll catch a cold if you don't," Zhao Ming suddenly reminded her as they walked.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" Zhao Ming asked when he noticed Ning Rongrong wasn't responding. He turned his head and saw her staring off into space.

Annoyed, he smacked her on the rear, bringing her back to reality.

"Ah!" Ning Rongrong yelped, snapping out of her daze, her voice full of both embarrassment and anger.

"Zhao Ming, what was that for?"

"What were you daydreaming about? Didn't you hear me talking?" Zhao Ming chuckled.

"Huh? What did you say?" Ning Rongrong was still a bit confused.

"I said, take a bath when we get back to the dorm. Otherwise, you'll catch a cold tomorrow," Zhao Ming repeated, slightly exasperated.

"Oh." Ning Rongrong nodded from her perch on his back, though her heart felt unexpectedly warm.

Back in the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan, even though she was the little princess and everyone treated her with respect, few people actually cared for her in such a personal way.

In her memory, only her father, Bone Douluo, and Sword Douluo had ever shown her such genuine concern.

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𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚!

𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗼:

• 𝙅𝙘𝟭𝟮𝟬𝟮

• 𝘼𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙟𝙖𝙝

• 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗯 𝗠𝗼𝗲𝗲

𝗔𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸:

• 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀: 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝟭𝟴𝟱+ 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚.

• 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁-𝗢𝘂𝘁: 𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩!

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗲𝘁, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝘀!

👉 𝙅𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙬: 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙣.𝙘𝙤𝙢/𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙊𝙛𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

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𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙂𝙋𝙏 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙀𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣-𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙮, 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙪𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚!

👉𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗽: 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙣.𝙘𝙤𝙢/𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙊𝙛𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧/𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙥