r18novel Chapter 17 The Lingering Problems of Simps
Chapter 17 The Lingering Problems of Simps
Zhou Sichen was taken aback, thinking she had misheard. "Huh? Whatever? You Heng, you... Although I'm not the one you usually fawn over, we're still roommates, so you don't have to be so perfunctory."
Dai Youheng then stopped what he was doing, turned around to look at Zhou Sichen, and asked, "Are your first two soul skills still important now that you've reached the Soul Saint, Soul Douluo, or even Title Douluo level?"
"Uh..." Zhou Sichen was taken aback by the question.
"The soul beasts summoned by just two hundred-year soul rings," Dai Youheng said calmly, yet with a penetrating calmness, "If one day you break through to the Title Douluo realm and fight against experts of the same level, do you think the demonic bear and demonic tiger you summoned with your hundred-year soul rings would be of much use on such a battlefield? Could they even intervene in battles of that level?"
Zhou Sichen opened his mouth, but couldn't refute it. The limit of a hundred-year soul ring is indeed very low. In the later stages, unless the martial soul itself is extremely special or there are other opportunities, a hundred-year soul skill will basically be eliminated or only used for auxiliary purposes.
"So," Dai Youheng continued, as if stating an obvious fact, "for your third and fourth spirit rings, you don't need to be fixated on brute force. Instead, you could consider finding spirit beasts with special support abilities. For example, spirit beasts that can amplify the strength of your other summoned beasts by a percentage, provide group buffs, or inflict negative status effects. First, build up your support framework."
"Then, starting from the fifth spirit ring, when absorbing ten-thousand-year spirit rings, based on your team's role or personal preferences, focus on selecting truly powerful combat-type spirit beasts that can serve as core combat forces to include in your tome. In this way, your auxiliary spirit skills can remain effective, strengthening your main summoned beasts."
He paused, then added with a hint of teasing, "Of course, if your expectations are only to stay at the low level and you just want to bully weaklings at the Soul Master or Soul Venerable level, then just pretend I didn't say anything and continue to focus on your offensive skills."
After saying that, he ignored Zhou Sichen, who was deep in thought, and continued to pack his luggage.
Zhou Sichen was completely stunned. He sat in his chair, staring blankly at the blank table in front of him, Dai Youheng's words echoing repeatedly in his mind.
Yes! The future potential of a hundred-year-old soul skill is limited. Why should I let the first two soul skills restrict my future development path? I should build a support system first, and then choose a core main summon beast once the quality of my soul rings has improved! That's a truly visionary plan!
He suddenly looked up at his roommate, whose demeanor seemed completely different from before the holiday and whose words were full of calm and insight. His eyes were filled with shock and a sense of sudden enlightenment.
"Youheng! What you said makes so much sense!" Zhou Sichen was so excited she almost jumped up. "How could I not have thought of that? Thank you! You've solved a huge problem for me!"
Dai Youheng simply gave a faint "hmm," as if he had just said something insignificant.
However, his seemingly casual advice made Zhou Sichen look at him with new respect, secretly surprised, "After not seeing him for a holiday, Dai Youheng... seems to have become completely different!"
After the opening ceremony on the second day, classes will officially begin.
Although Dai Youheng didn't want to attend classes at Shrek Academy, his current status was that of replacing the previous sycophant.
"I'll have to be patient for now," he told himself. "Right now, I'm in place of that sycophant, so I can't be too outspoken and arouse unnecessary suspicion. Even if I want to leave, I need to find a legitimate reason that won't offend the academy. There's no need to challenge the rules of Shrek Academy, the strongest academy on the continent, and create unnecessary trouble for myself."
Fortunately, she had Zhou Sichen, her enthusiastic roommate and deskmate. Dai Youheng only needed to follow him silently, and she didn't have to worry about finding out which classroom to go to or where to sit.
Zhou Sichen seemed to have completely regarded him as a good friend with whom he could exchange cultivation experiences. Along the way, they were excitedly discussing the future development of the Treasure Book Martial Soul, and he didn't care about Dai Youheng's occasional brief responses.
However, trouble still came knocking on the very first day of school, during the very first class.
As soon as the two sat down, Dai Youheng felt two pairs of eyes, clearly filled with doubt, fall on him.
He looked up and saw Wang Dong and Xiao Xiao. Wang Dong's beautiful pinkish-blue eyes held not only confusion, but also a hint of dissatisfaction and impatience from waiting. Xiao Xiao, on the other hand, was more curious and puzzled.
Sitting next to Dai Youheng, Zhou Sichen nudged her with his elbow and whispered, "Youheng, have you... forgotten something important?"
Dai Youheng paused slightly, quickly glancing at the things on his desk: textbooks, notes, pens… nothing was missing. He looked at Zhou Sichen and asked, “Is something important? Did I bring the wrong book?”
Zhou Sichen's expression turned somewhat awkward. He leaned closer and lowered his voice, "It's not a book... it's breakfast! You forgot? Since the beginning of last semester, haven't you always been the one bringing breakfast for Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, and Xiao Xiao? You didn't bring any today."
"..." Dai Youheng fell silent for a moment, as if black lines were hanging down on his forehead.
That simp! He really took "perfect service" to the extreme! He even provided three meals a day for him? He has absolutely no bottom line! And now look what he's left with this mess!
Just as he was internally ranting about the vanished old Youheng, Wang Dong couldn't hold back any longer.
She was already extremely irritated because Huo Yuhao hadn't returned yet, and after waiting for half a day on an empty stomach, seeing that Dai Youheng didn't show any reaction and was even whispering with Zhou Sichen, she immediately became furious.
She stood up abruptly, and from several rows away, asked with obvious displeasure, "Dai Youheng! Where's my breakfast?"
Her tone was perfectly natural, as if it weren't a request but a matter-of-fact inquiry. Clearly, the year-long, obsequious service from that sycophantic Youheng had become a habit.
In short, they've been spoiled.
The classroom, which had been filled with some noisy conversation, quieted down considerably after Wang Dong's abrupt question. Many students looked over curiously, their gazes shifting between Dai Youheng and Wang Dong.
Dai Youheng raised her head, her gaze calmly meeting Wang Dong's slightly angry look, and said indifferently, "I forgot today."
Wang Dong frowned, about to speak, when he heard Dai Youheng continue in that completely flat tone, "And, starting tomorrow, they will all forget."
He paused, as if stating a given fact, "So, starting tomorrow, Wang Dong, remember to get up early and go to the cafeteria for breakfast."
After saying that, he stopped looking at Wang Dong's face, which had suddenly turned ugly, and opened the textbook on the table as if he had just said, "The weather is nice today."