111: Chapter 111 Signature? My first signature is worth a fortune!

Su Ming and Shen Qingci, hand in hand, one after the other, quickly turned into a deserted, quiet passageway leading to the preparation area.

Almost the instant they stepped into the passageway, Shen Qingci abruptly released her fingers, as if she had been sprung apart by a spring.

That scorching warmth and sense of power finally faded, and she quickly stepped back two paces, turning her back to him.

Su Ming felt a little empty inside. He turned around leisurely, only to see Shen Qingci with her back to him, leaving him with nothing but a slender, yet slightly stiff silhouette.

Her delicate ears, along with her long, swan-like neck, had already flushed a tempting shade of pink.

"Just now… just now was only to help you out of a tight spot." Her voice sounded a bit tight, as she struggled to maintain her usual cold, aloof tone.

"It was just to help you handle that trash Zhao Kuo's obscene remarks." "You… don't overthink it."

Su Ming crossed his arms over his chest, watching her with amusement, seeing her look of "I didn't, that's not me, don't talk nonsense."

You say don't overthink it, and I can just stop overthinking? I'm a beast too, you know!

He rubbed his right hand, the one that had just been interlocked with hers. That slightly cool, soft sensation, carrying a faint, fresh fragrance, still lingered on his fingertips.

"Mhm, I know." Su Ming said with a serious Face.

Shen Qingci's shoulders relaxed slightly. Thankfully, this guy was sensible for once.

"This method is especially good. Interlocking fingers can defeat the enemy in one move! The enemy would kneel on the spot!"

"How about we make this a regular thing? Next time we encounter someone provoking us, we'll just use this move. How about it?"

Shen Qingci: "…" She whipped around, her breathtakingly beautiful Face showing both shame and anger, while a flicker of fire had already ignited in her cold, aloof eyes.

Just what kind of Materials is this guy's skin made of?! He's getting a bargain and still acting innocent! He wants to keep doing this in the future?!

"Get lost, I'm not going to care about you anymore!" Shen Qingci raised her foot and stomped precisely onto the top of Su Ming's foot.

As her foot landed, the sole of Shen Qingci's foot went numb, the sensation traveling from her toes to her ankle, as if she had kicked a piece of incredibly hard alloy.

Is this bastard's foot… made of vibranium?!

"Senior, does it hurt? Let me rub it for you…" "…Shut up."

Shen Qingci pulled her foot back, secretly wiggling her toes. The tingling numbness coming from beneath her combat boot only made her more annoyed. She stepped on him, yet she was the one who suffered. What kind of situation is this?

Su Ming, on the other hand, looked innocent. With a hundred-ton silicon-based Physical Body, you stepping on me is the same as me stepping on you; it's hard to say who hurts more.

Watching her adorable expression—wanting to lash out but being in too much pain to speak—the smile on Su Ming's lips could no longer be contained. He stepped forward to steady her, just about to tease her a bit more, when a steady, heavy sound of footsteps approached from afar.

A youth with an exceptionally tall and sturdy build strode into the passageway. He looked to be at least one meter ninety tall, with broad shoulders and a wide frame; the whole person was like a moving small mountain.

He had a neat buzz cut, his hair standing straight up as if he had been struck by lightning, with faint static electricity dancing between the tips of his hair.

He wore a black, tight-fitting combat suit that outlined his rock-like, explosive muscular lines. From head to toe, he exuded a fierce aura that screamed, "I'm here to fight."

The youth walked straight up to Su Ming and sized him up. His gaze lingered on Shen Qingci for less than half a second before quickly shifting away and locking back onto Su Ming. His eyes were scorching, like a hungry wolf seeing meat.

"???" A chill ran down Su Ming's spine. You've got to be kidding me, officer? Can you really encounter this kind of thing in a college entrance exam preparation tunnel these days? The way you're looking at me makes me tense up. I'm a man who has a senior, you know.

"You're Su Ming?" The youth spoke, his voice as loud and resonant as a bell, filled with undisguised excitement. "The King of Posers from the internet?"

Su Ming raised an eyebrow: "What can I do for you?"

The youth cupped his hands in a salute, his movements crisp, a sense of Jianghu wafting from him. "Transferred from Magic City, Ye Xiao." He grinned, "Give me some Face, you can call me Brother Ye."

"I don't plan on giving you that Face, Little Ye."

Ye Xiao frowned, clearly not satisfied with this form of address, but he was simple-minded, a pure martial arts fanatic, and couldn't be bothered to dwell on such trivial matters. His attention quickly shifted to the topic he cared about most.

"It's all over the internet, saying you killed a Grade 5 Source Beast alone two days ago? Is it true or false?"

A Grade 5 Source Beast! That was a high-level Vicious Beast capable of easily slaughtering a city; even a Peak Grade 5 Awakened might not be guaranteed a win. A high school student killing a Grade 5 solo? If this were true, it would be outrageously absurd.

Su Ming spread his hands. "It's true, so what?" He paused, then suddenly his eyes lit up and he added, "I heard you wanted to ask for my autograph?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiao was stunned. He scratched his head and actually gave it serious thought. "…That's not impossible?"

Beside them, Shen Qingci silently rolled her eyes. What is even going on?! One is more ridiculous than the other.

Su Ming's eyes lit up. Finally! Finally, someone was interested in his autograph! His own flamboyant, artistic signature was just waiting to be unveiled.

"Unfortunately," Ye Xiao spread his hands with a simple, honest look, "I didn't bring a pen."

Su Ming turned slightly, flipped his right hand at his waist, and produced a pen and a palm-sized hardcover notebook from the System space. The movement was fluid and executed in one go.

"What a coincidence, I have one! Seeing as you're so sincere, I'll even give you the notebook for free!"

Ye Xiao's eyes widened to the size of saucers. As a top-tier combat Genius, Ye Xiao had a keen perception of energy. Any action that used external objects to open space would inevitably be accompanied by the ripples of Source Energy in space. A method like this, without a single ripple and without even tearing the space tower, to pick up items out of thin air—only someone who had truly Awakened a space-type talent could achieve such natural control!

"Holy crap, space-type? Aren't you purely strength-type?!" Ye Xiao stared at Su Ming as if looking at a monster, his brain buzzing. Just how much more stuff is this King of Posers hiding?!

Su Ming shrugged, not answering. He swish-swish-swished his name onto the title page of the notebook: Su Ming! The strokes were sharp, the finish was crisp, carrying an indescribable air of arrogance.

He handed the notebook over with a serious Face, admonishing: "Little Ye, this is my first-ever autograph since my debut. It has great collectible value and is bound to appreciate in the future." "Don't you go throwing it away, now."

Ye Xiao took the notebook, looked down at those three words, and a glimmer of genuine cherishing actually flashed in his eyes. "I won't!" He solemnly closed the notebook, stuffed it into the inner pocket of his combat suit, and patted it. "I'll go back and stick it at the head of my bed, look at it every day, and motivate myself to Cultivate!"

Su Ming: "…" Fine, you kid really know how to feed yourself false hope. Shen Qingci seriously suspected that this guy named Ye Xiao's brain was bought from the same wholesale factory as Su Ming's…