Douluo : Capture the goddess starting from peerless tang sect

Zhou Yi's expression shifted, fearful that Qian Ran might let his mischief get out of control.

In the classroom, they could usually get away with minor sounds without drawing attention. But here, surrounded by top-level experts, Qian Ran could only get away with his little tricks thanks to the techniques from the Mind Control Art, diverting others' attention from them. However, if things got too intense, exposure would be inevitable.

If even the slightest suspicious sound came from the small soul tool Qian Ran had made, it would be enough for everyone to locate its source.

The scene would be catastrophic: Fan Yu might lose his temper and attempt murder right away, with Yan Shaozhe and Elder Xuan having to step in to stop him. With Qian Ran's immense talent, he was highly regarded by all the academy's elders, so even if he were caught, there wouldn't be severe consequences.

Of course, Qian Ran was only trying to tease Zhou Yi a bit.

His precious Zhou Yi was so obedient that he wouldn't actually put her in any real danger.

But just then, an unexpected interruption happened.

"Huh? Qian Ran, is this a soul tool you made?" Fan Yu's eyes lit up as he noticed the small device Qian Ran had in his hand.

In the past, Fan Yu had paid little attention to Qian Ran's creations, dismissing some as barely level-one soul tools. However, these simple devices held surprisingly ingenious designs, often with significant practical uses.

Qian Ran would frequently make little gadgets for fun, and even Qian Duoduo found them fascinating.

While many were simply simple hand-crafted items from his previous life, Qian Ran liked displaying them in his room. The Soul Engineering Department had even started emulating his creations, making replicas to use and sell.

Now, seeing this new gadget in Qian Ran's hands, Fan Yu no longer brushed it off. In fact, these little devices captured his attention more than Qian Ran's advanced soul tools.

Qian Duoduo also glanced over at Fan Yu's remark but quickly lost interest after failing to notice anything special.

Yan Shaozhe and the others didn't care much for soul tools unless they were of high quality. They had no interest in these small, inconspicuous gadgets.

"Oh, it's just a small toy, nothing worth mentioning."

Qian Ran gave a sheepish smile, feeling a bit guilty under Fan Yu's curious gaze, and attempted to put the device away.

But Fan Yu reached out and took it first.

"No need to be modest, Qian Ran. Your little inventions have become quite popular among the Soul Engineering students. Some have even made replicas to sell and earned quite a bit," Fan Yu said with a chuckle.

Qian Ran's cleverness made these simple items a hit, providing the Soul Engineering students a refreshing break amid their taxing experiments. Even Fan Yu had made a "lucky cat" inspired by Qian Ran's work to keep in his lab.

"Still, I can't quite figure out what this one does,"

Fan Yu said as he examined the device and then pressed a button.

Zhou Yi's face instantly changed, blushing deeply as her eyes filled with a dazed, seductive look. She crossed her legs tightly, her back arched.

Fortunately, Zhou Yi had set it to silent mode today, avoiding a major mishap.

However, her alluring, flushed expression made Qian Ran both captivated and a little scared.

Her legs trembled slightly, and Zhou Yi leaned closer to Mu Jin to steady herself, not daring to rely on Qian Ran for support.

Luckily, she had noted Mu Jin's earlier reactions and knew that Mu Jin was upset with Fan Yu, so she was unlikely to expose anything.

"Zhou Yi, are you alright?"

Mu Jin asked, puzzled by her odd behavior, though she suspected that the issue might have something to do with Qian Ran and Fan Yu.

Seeing the pleading look in Zhou Yi's eyes, Mu Jin's heart softened. Though sharp-tongued, she was kind-hearted, and Zhou Yi's vulnerability melted away years of resentment.

Their rivalry had always been over pride, so with Zhou Yi extending a gesture of submission, their long-standing feud dissipated. Truthfully, they had never harbored deep grudges and even shared a grudging admiration for each other after all these years.

"Are you alright, Zhou Yi?" Fan Yu also noticed that she seemed a bit off.

Fortunately, Zhou Yi wore a mask, so Fan Yu didn't see her flushed face. Otherwise, even he might have suspected something. Zhou Yi was quick to respond, and in the eyes of others, she simply seemed a bit unsteady.

"She's probably just feeling unwell. A short rest should help." At that moment, Mu Jin stepped in to cover for her.

Qian Ran seized the opportunity to retrieve the remote from Fan Yu, discreetly pressing the button again before stowing it in his storage ring.

The situation had given him a scare as well. Next time, he'd avoid pushing the boundaries in such a public setting; unexpected mishaps could happen at any time.

After a few moments, Zhou Yi's complexion returned to normal, though her cheeks remained tinged with a faint blush.

"You should take better care of yourself," Fan Yu advised.

"Thank you,"

Zhou Yi replied, casting a grateful glance at Mu Jin.

Mu Jin merely pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

What could she say? Should she warn Zhou Yi not to sink too deeply?

It was evident to her that Zhou Yi had genuine feelings for Qian Ran, making any advice useless.

Still, Mu Jin couldn't help but wonder what had caused Zhou Yi's strange reaction.

Qian Ran was playful and skilled at making soul tools.

It seemed that Zhou Yi's reaction had something to do with the inconspicuous soul tool Qian Ran had made.

Just now…

Mu Jin looked between Fan Yu, Qian Ran, and Zhou Yi, her gaze becoming increasingly intrigued.

This was really something! Mu Jin's previously calm heart felt a ripple of excitement. Studying Qian Ran's dashing appearance, she knitted her brows slightly. If Qian Ran had existed in her era, perhaps she would have found herself captivated by him too.

Just like now, nearly every girl in the outer courtyard had dreamed of Qian Ran.

"If Teacher Mu Jin would like one, I can make you a copy. It's a massage device—quite useful to relieve stress after a long day of teaching," Qian Ran said with a smile, noticing Mu Jin's lingering gaze.

Though Mu Jin didn't fully understand, she suspected that this little gadget wasn't so simple.

"Alright!"

After a moment's thought, her curiosity won over her hesitation. She wanted to know what kind of mysterious device it truly was.

Hearing it was merely a relaxation tool, Fan Yu quickly lost interest. Previously, Qian Ran had made a massage chair for the lab, and everyone in the Soul Engineering Department—from professors to students—knew Qian Ran had a knack for the finer things in life.

"Were you trying to kill me back there?" Zhou Yi muttered to Qian Ran, her lips moving silently but her exasperation clear.

Qian Ran could only shrug helplessly. Fan Yu had insisted on handling the device; what could he do?

He could only blame himself for making too many gadgets, piquing everyone's curiosity.

Despite the scare, Zhou Yi had also experienced a thrill and satisfaction like never before.

(End of chapter)