Chapter 59: A Love Triangle?! (Part 2)

Fu Lang, despite his carefree and idle demeanor, had grown up in an aristocratic family. His way of thinking was naturally more meticulous.

That’s why he chose to sit under a different tree, keeping his distance while still keeping an eye on Xiao Bao.

And the more he looked, the more he thought…

She’s just so pleasing to the eye!

How could their Xiao Bao be this adorable?!

If only his mother could have another child and give him a little sister like Xiao Bao!

While Fu Lang was lost in his thoughts, he failed to realize one thing: the atmosphere between the three of them was getting increasingly strange.

Instructor Mo Yan, who was usually stern and distant, barely cracking a smile even with the most delicate girls during training, kept sneaking glances at Su Bao whenever he had the chance!

How could anyone not notice that?!

And then there was Fu Lang. Though he sat far from Su Bao, his gaze was glued to her the entire time!

Adding to that, Fu Lang’s polished, handsome appearance, coupled with the natural confidence and aura of a wealthy heir, made him impossible to ignore. He practically glowed wherever he sat, the result of a lifetime of privilege and wealth.

So naturally, the students of Class 444 couldn’t help but let their eyes wander between Su Bao, Instructor Mo Yan, and Fu Lang…

Was this a love triangle?!

Holy crap!

This delicate, innocent-looking girl was something else! A white lotus? A green tea schemer? Her methods were off the charts!

School had barely started, and she’d already managed to attract two outstanding men?!

Everyone says college military training is the first stop for budding romances.

After enduring the strictness of high school, stepping into a more relaxed and romantic phase of life, it’s only natural to develop feelings—especially for a tall, handsome instructor.

And Mo Yan, after just a few days of training, had already become the idol of nearly every girl in the class. Unbeknownst to him, he was the subject of countless secret crushes.

But women’s jealousy is irrational. When they noticed Mo Yan’s occasional glances toward Su Bao, their envy naturally turned toward her.

As Su Bao sat quietly under the tree, she began to feel a barrage of inexplicable stares directed at her.

She looked up, her face full of confusion.

Why were they staring at her?

And why were their gazes so… peculiar?

Ignoring the strange looks, Su Bao lowered her head and started fiddling with her fingers.

People would never understand how much a ghost, who had lived without a physical body for so long, cherished the feeling of having flesh and blood.

Soft, warm, alive.

It was real, tangible life.

As Su Bao lowered her head, her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of something about 20-30 meters away—a figure in white, stained with blood.

Pretending not to notice, she quickly lowered her head further.

The figure stood near the school’s lotus pond, a small but scenic spot.

Beside the pond was a towering century-old tree, transplanted from a remote mountain forest when the school was first built, meant to serve as a protective charm.

The woman in the blood-stained white dress stood under the tree, her eyes bleeding as she glared at Fu Lang with unrelenting hatred.

She was just an ordinary vengeful ghost, not a ghost cultivator.

Against someone like Su Bao, a Ghost Shard, she stood little chance.

Normally, a ghost like her would avoid a Ghost Shard at all costs.

But this particular ghost had appeared again and again, refusing to rest until Fu Lang was dead!

Her resentment…

Ran deep.

Su Bao pretended not to notice the ghost. After fiddling with her fingers for a while, she casually raised her head and waved at Fu Lang…

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