The Mighty Mage-Chapter 384: Teach Me

Gu Jin glanced at him, her expression unreadable.

"Luo Meng, I already told you. You don’t have to go out of your way to prove yourself to me. Just focus on your cultivation."

"I am!" Luo Meng said quickly, his voice rising slightly. Then, realizing how loud he was, he lowered it.

Gu Jin’s expression softened and she advised, "Why don’t you rest for a while?"

Luo Meng was silent before nodding. Since his head was lowered Gu Jin couldn’t see his expression at all.

There was a silence for a while before Gu Jin softly said,

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye, master." Luo Meng replied. Once Gu Jin left, Luo Meng lifted his face and said in a dark voice,

"Come out, senior Long!"

The last two words were said through gritted teeth.

Luo Meng clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his palms as he scanned the shadows.

The air was tense, thick with unspoken anger.

Moments later, Long Yifan stepped out from behind a large tree, his arms crossed and a smug grin plastered across his face.

"Well, well, Junior Luo," Long Yifan began, his tone dripping with mockery.

"That was... pathetic. You had one chance to impress Gu Jin, and you managed to make her more distant than before. Bravo!"

Luo Meng’s jaw tightened as he glared at Long Yifan.

"At least I got a chance," he retorted sarcastically.

"You’re always prancing around with your flashy bento boxes and lame jokes. Have you ever even had a real conversation with her? Oh wait—you haven’t had the chance for a date at all."

Long Yifan’s smirk widened, his confidence unwavering.

"True," he said with a shrug, "but at least I haven’t made a complete fool of myself. You, on the other hand, are on thin ice. With the way things are going, I wouldn’t be surprised if Gu Jin tells you to stay far, far away from her."

Luo Meng’s eyes narrowed into sharp slits.

His voice was low, dripping with venom.

"Or maybe," he said slowly, "you’re the reason she’s been acting distant. Ever thought about that, Senior Long?"

For the first time, Long Yifan’s smirk faltered. His brow furrowed as he stared at Luo Meng, clearly caught off guard.

"What are you talking about?" he asked coldly, his playful tone now replaced with irritation.

Luo Meng stepped forward, his expression filled with defiance.

"Think about it," he said.

"You’re always hovering around her, giving her unnecessary gifts, drawing everyone’s attention. Maybe she’s just annoyed because of your constant pestering. Hence when I did the same, she became upset."

Long Yifan’s eyes flashed with anger, but he quickly composed himself. His voice turned icy as he pointed a finger at Luo Meng.

"Don’t turn this around on me," he said. "If anyone’s to blame, it’s you. You acted too clingy, ignored her boundaries, and kept pushing when she clearly said no."

Luo Meng opened his mouth to argue, but Long Yifan cut him off.

"You bought her a bunch of things she didn’t even want, followed her too closely, and tried to guilt her into accepting your so-called kindness. Do you think that’s her fault? Stop blaming others for your own mistakes, Luo Meng."

The younger man’s fists clenched tighter, but he couldn’t deny the sting of Long Yifan’s words.

"Face it," Long Yifan continued, his tone sharp.

"You’re the one who’s making her uncomfortable. If you don’t fix your attitude, Gu Jin won’t just ask you to stay away—she’ll make sure you’re out of her life for good."

Luo Meng’s face darkened, his lips curling into a bitter scowl.

"You’re so sure of yourself," he muttered. "But don’t think for a second that I’ll give up."

Long Yifan smirked again, his confidence returning. "We’ll see, Junior Luo. We’ll see."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Luo Meng seething in the fading light.

Luo Meng stormed into his dorm room, his face a mask of fury.

Slamming the door behind him, he threw his bag onto the floor and flopped onto his bed.

"That Long Yifan!" he muttered through clenched teeth.

"Always acting like he’s better than me! What does he know? A total jinx, that’s what he is!"

He turned over, burying his face into the pillow, his thoughts racing with ways to get back at Long Yifan.

But before he could drown too much in his anger, he suddenly heard strange noises coming from the other side of the room.

Moaning sounds.

Luo Meng froze, his eyebrows twitching as the sounds grew louder.

He clenched his fists and sat up, his face beet red—not out of embarrassment but pure frustration.

He almost wanted to yell. "Are you kidding me right now?!"

Unable to bear it anymore, Luo Meng got up, grabbed his robe, and stormed out of his room.

He marched to the neighboring door and knocked firmly.

A moment later, the door creaked open, and a half-naked man leaned against the frame.

His hair was messy, and his expression was one of clear irritation.

"What do you want?" the man asked lazily, his tone making it obvious he didn’t appreciate the interruption. fгeewebnovёl.com

Luo Meng glared at him coldly. "Keep your voice down," he said, his tone sharp.

"If you keep this up, it won’t be good for you."

The man raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

"Oh? Are you trying to pick a fight with me, Junior?" he said mockingly. "Every room in this dorm is soundproof. How could you even hear anything?"

Luo Meng’s expression twisted, clearly annoyed.

"Because of my situation," he snapped.

"I was admitted under special circumstances, and they didn’t prepare a proper room for me. They stuck me in a makeshift one without soundproofing. That’s why your... noises... are traveling into my space."

The young man’s smirk faltered for a moment. "Makeshift room, huh?" he said, scratching his chin.

"Alright, fair enough."

"But why are the sounds from your room leaking in the first place? The soundproofing magic here should be flawless." Luo Meng asked with a pointed expression.

The man shrugged nonchalantly.

"The soundproof magic in my room has weakened. I’ve been meaning to report it, but I haven’t gotten around to it yet. Looks like it’s causing some trouble for you."

Just as he finished speaking, a soft female voice called out from behind him.

"Hey, are you coming back or not?"

The man glanced back over his shoulder and then turned to Luo Meng, flashing an apologetic smile.

"Anyway, sorry about that, but I can’t exactly keep my voice down. You know how it is. How about I compensate you in some other way?"

Luo Meng’s eyes narrowed, his anger bubbling under the surface. But just as he was about to argue, a sudden thought crossed his mind.

The man in front of him had a reputation.

He was known around campus for his many relationships and his ability to charm women effortlessly.

"Wait," Luo Meng said, his tone shifting as an idea sparked in his mind.

"You’ve got a lot of experience with women, don’t you?"

The man blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question.

Then, a slow grin spread across his face.

"Well, I wouldn’t say a lot," he said with mock modesty, "but yeah, I know a thing or two. Why?"

Luo Meng hesitated for a moment before straightening his back. "Teach me," he said firmly.

The man’s grin turned into a full-blown laugh. "Teach you? Teach you what?"

"To woo a woman," Luo Meng said, his voice unwavering despite the flush creeping up his neck. "I need to know how to make her like me."

The man tilted his head, studying Luo Meng for a moment. Then, with a chuckle, he said, "You’re serious, aren’t you?"

"Dead serious," Luo Meng replied, his eyes determined.

The man shook his head, still laughing.

"Alright. I’ll teach you. But remember, my lessons don’t come cheap."

Luo Meng’s face twisted slightly, but he nodded. "Fine. Whatever it takes."

"Good," the man said, clapping Luo Meng on the shoulder.

"You’ll learn from the best. Come find me tomorrow, and I’ll start with the basics."

Feeling a strange sense of satisfaction, Luo Meng nodded and turned to leave.

As he walked back to his room, his anger had somewhat subsided, replaced by the anticipation of learning from someone who seemed like an expert.

"This is it," he muttered to himself. "I’ll figure it out. I’ll make Gu Jin notice me."

Unbeknownst to him, the shadow calmly looked in his direction and waited for him to leave, before knocking on the door of that man.

The door opened the man’s impatient voice,

"What the f*ck do you need more..."

Long Yifan stood at the door, his arms crossed, and his expression stern. The young man inside, still half-dressed, froze when he saw him.

His impatient grin disappeared in an instant, replaced by sheer panic.

"Senior Long..." the man stammered, his face draining of color.