Chapter 74: Some things cannot be judged by right or wrong, but you must be responsible for yourself

[A Rogue Rabbit]: Yue~ This Oscar is such a narcissist, so gross! None of the men in Shrek are normal! Except for our A-Qing!

[Big-Breasted Kitty]:...Agreed.

Zhu Zhuqing silently watched the light screen, comparing them in her heart.

The gloomy Tang San.

The lecherous Ma Hongjun.

The trashy Dai Mubai.

And then there’s this narcissistic Oscar.

In comparison, Lin Qingmo in the group, who was always joking around but seemed to know a lot, was practically shining with normality.

[The Pope Herself]: Heh, this boy is bold and ignorant. If these words reach the ears of that narrow-minded Slot MachineNing Fengzhi, I’m afraid he won’t see tomorrow’s sun.

Bibi Dong lazily changed her posture, a cold light flashing in her eyes.

She knew Ning Fengzhi too well.

He was a man who valued his daughter and the Sect’s honor more than his life.

A support Spirit that surpasses the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?

Setting aside whether it’s even possible.

Just based on this ambition alone, Ning Fengzhi would never allow it to sprout.

Moreover, the strength of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has never relied solely on Spirits.

The loyal Titled Douluo protecting the Sect are the Foundation of its standing.

Oscar?

Just a bratty Spirit Master with a bit of talent who doesn’t know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth.

Truly ridiculous.

[Daddy Douluo]: This guy simply wants to play PUA with Ning Rongrong, taking advantage of her fragile psyche after being struck down to brainwash her.

[Bingbing]: As expected of a human, such sinister thoughts.

[Snow Empress]: Could such low-level methods actually be effective?

[Daddy Douluo]: Well, Ning Rongrong is only 12 years old right now, her mind isn’t that mature. After today’s series of events, she must have taken quite a hit.

The night wind blew through Shrek’s dilapidated courtyard, carrying a chill.

Ning Rongrong’s crying gradually subsided, turning into suppressed sobs.

She squatted down, hugging her knees and burying her face in them.

This World seemed completely different from what she had imagined.

She also saw the messages in the Chat Group.

Suddenly looking at Lin Qingmo, she couldn’t help but ask: "Am I really wrong?"

?

Lin Qingmo hadn’t expected her to suddenly ask him.

He pondered for a moment.

Seeing her pleading gaze, he still spoke: "I think you’re not wrong."

Ning Rongrong’s tear-misty eyes looked at him with a mix of confusion and expectation, waiting for him to continue.

"At least, on the level of ’identity’, you haven’t done anything wrong."

Lin Qingmo shrugged.

He was just stating a simple fact.

"You are the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. This is your innate identity and a natural privilege you enjoy."

"As long as it’s within the range your Sect’s influence can cover and they are willing to bear the consequences for you, most of your actions are hard to measure simply by ’right or wrong’."

"Because the starting point for you and someone like Oscar is inherently different, and the resources and ’margin for error’ you possess are Worlds apart."

"To demand that a princess must endure the same hardships as a commoner and have the same level of awareness is inherently unfair, and even a bit of moral kidnapping."

"Others have no right or standing to demand you give up your privileges to conform to their standards and rules."

"As for what Oscar said just now..."

Lin Qingmo glanced in the direction where Oscar had long since disappeared.

A blatant, slightly mocking arc curled at the corner of his mouth.

He shook his head and said with a disdainful tone:

"Well, how should I put it, it’s a bit childish and quite cringey."

"He seems to have fallen into a strange sort of self-indulgence, thinking that with the title of an ’Innate Full Spirit Powerfood systemSpirit Master’, he’s qualified to dictate your life choices."

"And what was that about ’can’t give up a whole forest for a single flower’?"

"It sounds like he’s being self-sacrificing, but in reality, it’s full of inexplicable superiority and latent desire for control."

"He probably thinks his ’choice’ to not revolve around you is a huge loss and regret for you."

Lin Qingmo found it a bit funny in his heart.

Does this buddy have some misunderstanding about the strength of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?

Does he really think a talented food systemSpirit Master who hasn’t even grown up yet can stand on equal footing with the heritage of the Upper Three Sects?

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda can become the World’s number one support Spirit and sit firmly on the throne of the Upper Three Sects, relying on more than just the Spirit itself.

It relies even more on those two Titled giants, Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo!

Especially Sword DouluoChen Xin.

That’s a ruthless man known for having the number one attack.

If he knew some brat dared to say such things to his precious Rongrong, playing some deep drama about ’giving up the forest’... I’m afraid in the next second, the Seven Kill Sword would fly across thousands of mountains and rivers to chop this ignorant kid into dumpling filling on the spot!

Of course, he didn’t say these words out loud.

But the expression on his face already explained everything.

"So that’s how it is..."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong seemed to have a realization.

Thinking carefully, Oscar’s words were indeed inexplicable.

Where did he get the sense of superiority to criticize her?

She is the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!

"As for your slacking in training, inability to endure hardship, acting like a spoiled Young Miss, and so on."

Lin Qingmo’s gaze returned to Ning Rongrong’s face, his tone still indifferent.

"This also isn’t called ’being wrong’."

"Your personality is largely shaped by your identity and the environment you grew up in."

"Being pampered and fearing hardship and exhaustion are normal for you; they are ’normal’ behaviors."

"Principal Flender and the others know this better than anyone; they didn’t expect you to truly undergo a complete transformation overnight."

"Their so-called education and criticism are essentially just trying to dampen your arrogant air, make you restrain yourself a bit, and make you understand that this isn’t the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and not everyone will revolve around you."

"Is... is that so?"

As Ning Rongrong listened.

The tears in her eyes gradually stopped.

Her confusion was replaced by a serious thoughtfulness.

What Lin Qingmo said was different from everything she had heard before.

There was no condescending criticism, nor was there any hypocritical comfort,

But a calm, almost cold analysis.

But strangely, this analysis made it easier for her to accept.

"However."

Lin Qingmo’s tone shifted, becoming a bit more serious.

"There are some things I think you could listen to, just for reference."

"What things?"

Ning Rongrong felt curious.

"Identity and privilege are like an incredibly sturdy suit of armor; it can protect you for a long time and block many open attacks and hidden arrows for you."

"But no armor is absolutely eternal or without flaws. It might protect you for a while, but it won’t necessarily keep you safe for a lifetime."

"Placing all your sense of security on external objects and other people is ultimately risky."

"If you can hold your own destiny in your hands, even if it’s just a bit more, you might have one less regret and one more bit of confidence in your choices in the future."

"Your current slacking in training and reliance on the Sect isn’t a mistake."

"But perhaps it could be called a certain ’irresponsibility’ towards your own potential."

"What if one day the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School encounters a huge trouble that even Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo find difficult?"

"What if, at that time, you need strength to protect yourself, or even protect someone important, but you are completely unprepared because of today’s laziness?"

"Of course, this is just the most extreme hypothesis. How you choose is ultimately your own business."

Having said all this in one breath, Lin Qingmo spoke no more.

He lightly patted Ning Rongrong’s still-slender shoulder, like a casual encouragement between friends.

Then he turned around and naturally took Xiao Wu’s hand again.

"Let’s go, Xiao Wu. We’re covered in sweat; we need to have a good wash when we get back."

"Mhm!"

(End of Chapter)

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