Qiqi thought, *Great, this guy is a total fossil!* Fine, she’d let him keep it—such flowing, romantic long hair would be a shame to cut off anyway. Besides, no matter what he wore, his innate kingly aura was unmistakable, and his features and physique were so striking that even a haircut wouldn’t make him low-key.
With his appearance sorted, it was time to package the Wolf King’s inner self.
After a few days of interacting with the Wolf King, Qiqi discovered that Rong Yi’s mindset was basically stuck in the feudal era. This frustrated her—some modern concepts were even more advanced than those in the demon realm, making her, a human, seem like the odd one out, as if she were more outrageous than the monsters!
To fix this, Qiqi set aside time for an intensive training session with the handsome guy—teaching him modern simplified Chinese characters, the 26 English letters, modern measurements, and common currency; practicing handwriting with a pen, computer use, and world geography and history; erasing notions of hierarchy, and promoting gender equality…
Gender equality was crucial.
A famous person once said, “The war between women and men knows no borders, and the ultimate victor will always be women.”
Another famous person said, “We want the phoenix above, the dragon below, and to overthrow male dominance, we start with ‘the phoenix above’!”
So, under a starry night sky, Qiqi’s sweet voice, like a harpsichord drifting through the scent of locust blossoms, softly recounted the doctrines of modern society, opening up the most primitive corner of the Wolf King’s heart—
“Rong Yi, in the human world, men and women are equal. A man can only marry one woman and must be devoted to her forever.”
“Rong Yi, in human society, men earn money for women to spend… Women’s earnings? Of course, women’s earnings are still for women to spend themselves…”
“Rong Yi, because our world has gender equality, from now on, if I cook, you’re responsible for washing the dishes~~ What? You don’t want to wash dishes? Rong Yi! Are you trying to rebel? Do you want to ******? Do you want to ******? Warning you—****** is a serious crime, you can’t afford it…”
And so, under Qiqi’s education, amidst her ambiguous mix of right and wrong teachings, the Wolf King began his arduous studies.
There was so much to catch up on, but luckily Rong Yi was exceptionally intelligent, almost able to read ten lines at a glance. His time wandering outside had also taught him humility, making him aware of the vast gap between himself and modern society. Soon, he plunged into a sea of books, reading so obsessively he forgot to eat or sleep.
The study had a massive desk, where the Wolf King often burned the midnight oil. Sometimes, late at night, Qiqi would sneak a peek through the window during a break from gaming and see Rong Yi in a T-shirt and jeans, his long hair tied in a ponytail, hunched over a pile of books, studying diligently. This gave her a humorous, bittersweet feeling, like watching someone cramming for the college entrance exam with their hair tied to a beam or pricking their thigh with an awl.
And sometimes, when the Wolf King lifted his head from the mountain of problems and books to rest, he’d occasionally catch a glimpse of a graceful silhouette under the big locust tree outside the window—a girl with fluffy, soft hair, the ends slightly yellowed, making her skin look as pure and transparent as snow. She had clear, lively light brown eyes that often crinkled into crescent moons when she smiled, making it impossible not to be infected by her joy and want to get close to her.
But most of the time, Rong Yi found Gu Qiqi’s cute and innocent demeanor exasperating—*Little girl, why are you so happy? What scheme are you cooking up now?*