Little San, familiar with the place, led them to the Front Desk Miss to register.
"Hello, are you here to register?" a pleasant voice rang out.
The Front Desk Miss responsible for reception had beautiful long purple hair, a naturally stunning appearance, and an elegant demeanor with a hint of subtle charm.
Her figure was hot and seductive; simply standing there, she attracted the lingering gazes of passing men.
Even Jiang Yunzhou, upon seeing her, couldn't help but secretly nod in praise: The Front Desk Miss at this Soul Arena is truly high quality!
Ning Rongrong immediately stepped forward, her smile sweet as she spoke, "Yes, pretty elder sister! Would you mind helping us register?"
She had been taken to socialize since she was young, so dealing with strangers was no pressure for her.
"Of course," the purple-haired Miss said with a professional, sweet smile, "Are you participating in individual matches or team matches?"
"Both! We want to register for both individual and team!"
"Alright, please provide the titles you wish to use, or you can use your real names directly."
Ning Rongrong said without hesitation, "I'll use 'Linglong'!"
She turned to Zhu Zhuqing, "Zhu Qing, what about you?"
Zhu Zhuqing thought for a moment, then instinctively looked at Jiang Yunzhou and asked, "Teacher, what title do you think would be good for me?"
Her question, however, reminded Ning Rongrong.
Oh no! How could she forget the part about letting the teacher come up with a name? She should have pretended she couldn't think of one!
Jiang Yunzhou smiled, and a slightly magnetic, pleasant voice followed, "You shall be called 'Zhu Ye Qing'."
Hearing this deep, pleasant, and charming voice, the purple-haired Front Desk Miss suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with admiration and disbelief!
This man's appearance was too perfectly aligned with her aesthetic!
Before, her attention had been on the chattering Ning Rongrong, completely missing Jiang Yunzhou who was standing behind the others.
This glance gave her a sense of breathtaking wonder, as if seeing him for a thousand years in an instant.
She was twenty years old and worked at this Soul Arena, seeing countless types of people every day, yet she had never felt her heart race like this before.
"Ah! This, this gentleman…"
Her tone unconsciously carried a hint of panic and shyness, "Are, are you also here to register for the competition?"
Jiang Yunzhou returned a gentle smile and shook his head, "I don't need to, Miss. Please help them register first."
Little San, standing nearby, took in the Front Desk Miss's instantly captivated gaze and suddenly felt a strange sense of resonance.
See, I'm not the only one who feels this way!
As long as one sees Jiang Yunzhou, it's hard not to be attracted by the unique charm he inadvertently exudes.
Coupled with the contact and shared meals over the past half-month, Jiang Yunzhou's image—sometimes powerful and reliable, sometimes greedy and humorous, sometimes considerate and gentle—had long often appeared in her dreams.
A strong thought suddenly popped into her mind: I really want to change jobs! What should I do? I really want to be with Jiang Yunzhou every day!
Looking at Third Brother again, he was becoming more and more unreasonable; every time she went out, he would ask endless questions and meddle in everything… How could she have been so foolish back then, not to have firmly joined Supreme Academy?
If only she had agreed, she would have been the second in command of Supreme Academy.
Upon hearing Jiang Yunzhou's reply, the Front Desk Miss realized she had been lost in thought.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she quickly lowered her head to operate, "Okay, okay, immediately, I'll process your registration immediately…"
After a flurry of fumbling operations, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing both successfully received their respective Iron Soul Badges, as well as a badge representing the 'Linglong Zhu Ye Qing' team.
"Alright, now that registration is complete, quickly go arrange the matches," Jiang Yunzhou urged, already eager to go to the betting area.
The Front Desk Miss's gaze had been wandering over Jiang Yunzhou.
Just as she was about to strike up a conversation, someone beat her to it, so she could only temporarily give up.
"Yunzhou Brother…"
Little San slowed her steps, leaned closer to Jiang Yunzhou, and softly asked, "You, you'll also come to watch my match, right?"
"Mm," Jiang Yunzhou nodded, "Since I'm already here, I'll naturally watch a bit. Little San, you must perform well."
Upon hearing this, Little San's face immediately broke into a brilliant smile, and she nodded heavily, "Mm! I'll definitely perform well! I won't disappoint you!"
She now also really wanted to show off in front of Jiang Yunzhou.
And she wanted Jiang Yunzhou to look at her more.
The Front Desk Miss, who had thought Jiang Yunzhou was leaving, suddenly saw him turn back.
His voice was still incredibly pleasant, each word piercing her heart.
"Miss, did you forget something?"
The Front Desk Miss at that moment had no idea what she had forgotten, she was only focused on looking at Jiang Yunzhou.
"Ah? No, no, I didn't?"
Jiang Yunzhou chuckled and said, "Don't you want the registration fee?"
Only then did the Front Desk Miss remember that she hadn't thought of this matter from beginning to end.
"Ah? Is, is that so? I didn't collect the gold coins?"
Jiang Yunzhou shook his head, a little speechless.
How could one be so careless with money? What a spendthrift.
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong had already gone to sign up for match slots, so he could only pay for it.
"Thirty gold coins, please keep them safe. Don't be so careless next time."
Although it pained him a bit, what needed to be given still had to be given; it was a matter of principle.
Hmm, he'd get Ning Rongrong to reimburse him later.
Thirty gold coins was a huge sum for ordinary people; she didn't have that much money to give away as a favor.
"Um, little brother, thank you for reminding me."
She blinked her pretty eyes, her gaze almost melting into spring water.
Jiang Yunzhou waved his hand, greeting her.
Then he called Little San and headed towards the arena.
The two walked side by side, chatting happily, with occasional bursts of light laughter.
And this warm, even somewhat dazzling scene, was fully taken in by Tang San and his group, who arrived later.
It was warm in Little San's eyes, but in Tang San's view, it was especially dazzling.
At this moment, Tang San's face was so gloomy it looked like water could drip from it.
If looks could kill, Jiang Yunzhou would probably have been pierced by ten thousand arrows and full of holes by now.
"Tsk tsk tsk," Dai Mubai, with his arms crossed, fanned the flames with a sarcastic tone, "Women, ah, they're all like this. Little San, aren't you going to do something about this?"
Ma Hongjun immediately chimed in, eager to stir up trouble, "Exactly! She arbitrarily left the team, ran over to the sworn enemy's side, and got along with him better than with her own people! Truly absurd!"
He deliberately made his words sound harsh, trying hard to poison Tang San's mind.
It had to be said, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, neither of them was a good person.
When their own relationships went sour and they suffered setbacks, they wished for others to be as unlucky as them, enjoying the drama without caring about the consequences.
"Shut up! Who allowed you to talk about Little San like that?"