Chapter 9

Chapter 9: What Kind Of Champion Are You?

Yuan Xiaoling covered her chest.

“Don’t, please. If you press for too long, what if they sag?”

The moment those words were out of her mouth, the system’s voice rang in her head.

[Ding-dong, host please do not question Water Dragon LORD’s healing ability.]

Even Bai Ling looked at her like she was an idiot.

If even “that” can heal itself, are you worried about Dabeitù getting squished?

“That, then go to sleep… whoa!”

Before Yuan Xiaoling could finish her sentence, Bai Ling had already rested her head on her, closing her eyes and falling silent, with only the sound of gentle breathing.

She fell asleep just like that?

Carefully looking down, it seemed like she really did fall asleep. The White-haired Maiden’s usually cold face showed a rare gentleness.

Dabeitù could still feel the rhythm of her breathing, a little ticklish… oh no, how did she end up sleeping face down?

Yuan Xiaoling hesitated for a long time with her hand raised but didn’t dare to turn Bai Ling’s head back over.

Fine, if you’re sleeping, I’ll sleep too; when you’re asleep, you won’t feel anything.

The Golden-Haired Maiden closed her eyes and tilted her little head.

Zzz

Bai Ling miscalculated.

With her Fifth-tier spiritual power, even while sleeping, she would only be in light slumber. She should have been able to detect any slight movement from the outside world and wake up at any time… That’s how it was supposed to be.

But she hadn’t rested for far too long. Starting from the last three days of her previous life, she fought for three days and three nights. After reincarnating, she hadn’t rested either, spending at least twelve hours on the Blonde Busty Girl.

Thinking it was just a short nap, but as soon as her head sank into that softness, enveloped by the scent of milk and warmth, she fell into a deep sleep.

In short, a baby-like slumber.

When the moon hid behind the clouds, the girl finally opened her eyes. A crimson glow unconsciously flared in her pupils before she quickly suppressed it.

For the first time since her rebirth, Bai Ling felt a tinge of regret.

According to her consciousness feedback, she had slept for a full 14 hours, more than the time she spent on Yuan Xiaoling.

Yuan Xiaoling…

She had a fleeting moment of alertness but quickly realized there was no need. The sensation behind her head was unmistakably real — the immense softness, elasticity, and the delicious scent of milk.

It would be hard to find another pair of Dabeitù as perfect as Yuan Xiaoling’s.

Bai Ling closed her eyes, savoring this rare leisurely moment. No betrayal, no knives in the back, no schemes or tricks.

After all, the Blonde Busty Girl was different from others. Even in her past life, after ten years, it was clear that this girl wasn’t very capable — always jumping to conclusions, mocking people, trying to cause trouble but never succeeding much.

Of course, she had one thing different from others — she was unusually persistent, like a pesky ghost that couldn’t be driven away.

Thinking of this, Bai Ling couldn’t help but poke her.

“Ugh.” The Blonde Busty Girl curled up slightly.

…

“Mm… Hmm~”

Awake, she yawned vigorously, rubbing her eyes.

“Becoming a Blonde Busty Girl, being intimate for twelve hours, why would I dream such a thing…”

Yuan Xiaoling muttered, opening her eyes to see Bai Ling expressionlessly staring at her.

The Blonde Busty Girl twitched her lips. “I must’ve been half-asleep.”

As if anyone else wouldn’t sleep.

Bai Ling remained silent for a long time, unsure if she was genuinely stupid or suffering from Stockholm syndrome.

Seemed like it didn’t matter much anyway.

“Get up if you’re awake, let’s go eat,” Bai Ling said, “Don’t forget to wash your face… and change your panties.”

“Of course, I know myself.”

Yuan Xiaoling thought, why emphasize this? It’s like treating me as some dirty girl who doesn’t care about hygiene. I don’t need your reminders, okay?

Knowing she didn’t have any changes of clothes, after all, she was dragged here midway through the journey, Bai Ling casually picked one of hers from the wardrobe and tossed it to her.

Yuan Xiaoling caught it and looked — pure white cotton. Ha, so traditional.

“What’s wrong?” Bai Ling seemed to sense some hostility, her expression turning unfriendly.

“No, nothing,” Yuan Xiaoling quickly put on a sunny, cute smile, “just thinking how nice you are.”

“…”

Washing up and eating breakfast, then resting on the living room sofa, there was a TV wall in the living room. Yuan Xiaoling fiddled with the remote control for a while, finally tuning to the channel she wanted.

This world is too dangerous; one misstep and you’re doing something weird. Better watch more TV.

Not long after, Zhang Shanshan also came out of her room, seeing Yuan Xiaoling lounging comfortably on the sofa.

She was in a rather uncomfortable state. Originally, at home, she always acted superior to Bai Ling, constantly mocking her without retaliation. But after yesterday’s incident, the atmosphere at home changed a bit.

Of course, she thought, you live and eat at our place, paying some rent is only fair, even if the accommodation and food aren’t worth that much money, we’ve given you a home.

And yet, you’re already asking for money so soon—what a heartless little ingrate.

But the reality was, thanks to that wealth, their home had just undergone luxurious renovations, with high-end furniture. Zhang Shanshan understood this, feeling somewhat guilty inside, so she didn’t dare to pick on Bai Ling like before.

But Yuan Xiaoling was different!

She walked to the opposite side of the Blonde Busty Girl, blocking her view of the TV.

“Wow, Miss Yuan Xiaoling sure knows how to relax. Came back yesterday noon, went into the room and didn’t come out until now, and still has the energy to watch TV,” Zhang Shanshan implied with meaning, “Must be quite experienced, having gone through countless battles.”

Yuan Xiaoling wasn’t angry, nor did she speak, just looking at her as if she didn’t understand.

Zhang Shanshan inexplicably felt uneasy.

Just as she couldn’t hold it anymore, Yuan Xiaoling finally spoke.

“Brother,” the Blonde Girl lightly parted her cherry lips, “What kind of champion are you?”

Zhang Shanshan froze for a moment. “Who’s your brother, and furthermore…”

“Oh, I remember now,” Yuan Xiaoling completely ignored her and continued talking, “You were the school beauty pageant champion, and I faced you in the Round of 64 in a BO1. I recall, the vote count was 6448:2.”

Zhang Shanshan’s face immediately darkened.

“Our school forum voting is done under real names. The two votes for you, one was from yourself, and the other guy got cyberbullied for a whole month,” Yuan Xiaoling sighed lightly, “How envious I am of your pure friendship.”

“You… you shameless woman!” Zhang Shanshan gritted her teeth audibly, “You will regret this!”

Then she fled from the living room as if running away, apparently shedding a few pearls.

Yuan Xiaoling snorted coldly, thinking what kind of skill level dared to challenge her, inviting humiliation upon oneself. These days, those with real skills are called bad guys, while those without are just minnows.

Like a certain white-haired one, that’s a big bad guy.

At the corner of the corridor, Bai Ling had been standing there for a while. Curious about what conflict would arise between these two, she found a spot to watch the show.

Confirmed, including her past life, Yuan Xiaoling, this busty girl, wasn’t targeting anyone specifically, she was just purely arrogant, purely wild.

To describe her in one sentence: a female brat.

On the sofa, Yuan Xiaoling was gloating when she suddenly heard the big bad guy’s voice:

“Is the TV interesting?”