On the Feasibility of the Bra Industry

Early the next morning, just as Zhao Ming and Xiao Wu were entwined together, Tang San knocked open the door to Dormitory Seven with a large quilt in his arms.

"What are you doing here?" Seeing Tang San push open the doors to Dormitory Seven, Wang Sheng quickly stepped forward and blocked his way.

Wang Sheng knew about the grudge between Tang San and Zhao Ming.

Especially after hearing Xiao Wu mention yesterday that Tang San had fought her and Zhao Ming on the training grounds, he had become even more wary.

In his mind, Tang San might have come for revenge.

"I'm a Work-Study Student too. Dormitory Seven is my dormitory as well. What? Am I not allowed to come in?" Tang San said with a faint smile.

"This..." Wang Sheng froze. Tang San's dormitory really was Dormitory Seven, so he truly had no reason to stop him.

Tang San? He came so soon? Zhao Ming looked toward Tang San, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Ah, stop it." Feeling the arms around her suddenly begin to wander, Xiao Wu scolded him coquettishly. Yet there was not the slightest anger in her voice; it sounded more like she was acting spoiled.

Xiao Wu's voice drew Tang San's gaze inside. Instantly, his eyes turned red.

At that moment, Zhao Ming sat at the edge of the bed with Xiao Wu in his arms, gently combing through her hair with his fingers. Xiao Wu, meanwhile, leaned against Zhao Ming's chest like a kitten, her eyes half-closed and a faintly happy smile on her face.

The first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the window and fell across their faces.

It was peaceful and serene, like a beautiful painting.

But I was supposed to be the one in that painting! Tang San could not help roaring inwardly.

Yet he could not say a word. There was nothing he could do right now!

He needed to find a way to undo Xiao Wu's bad impression of him, then expose Zhao Ming's true colors and kill him with Hidden Weapons.

Still, Xiao Wu was so adorable right now, completely different from the gentle and lovely girl she would become in the future.

Watching the smile on Xiao Wu's face, Tang San could not help becoming entranced.

But why wasn't it me?

Zhao Ming naturally saw every movement Tang San made. Zhao Ming gave Tang San a slight smile, while Tang San glared back at him resentfully. Tang San, who had always remained calm no matter the circumstances, changed completely whenever he saw Zhao Ming. Right now, he desperately wanted to use Hidden Weapons and kill Zhao Ming at once. But he knew his Sleeve Arrows could not kill Zhao Ming yet.

"What's wrong?" Feeling Zhao Ming's hand suddenly stop combing her hair, Xiao Wu followed his gaze outward in confusion and happened to spot Tang San at the door.

Seeing Tang San arrive, Xiao Wu immediately got up from Zhao Ming's lap and walked toward him.

"Tang San, what are you here for? Are you still not convinced after I taught you a lesson yesterday? If you're not convinced, how about we have another round right now?" Standing before Tang San with her hands on her hips, Xiao Wu spoke in a haughty, spoiled tone.

Seeing Xiao Wu looking so fierce and ready to fight him, Tang San gave a bitter smile and shook his head.

"I'm also a Work-Study Student, so Dormitory Seven is my dormitory too," Tang San said.

"And about yesterday, I was too rash. I apologize for what I did before." Tang San thought for a moment before speaking. Afterward, he glanced at Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming could tell that it was a provocation!

"Don't worry. None of us took yesterday's matter to heart. We're classmates, after all. We'll see each other every day, so there's no need to make things so tense," Zhao Ming said nonchalantly.

Since even Zhao Ming did not mind, Xiao Wu said nothing further. In her eyes, Zhao Ming was just that kind of generous boy, someone who did not nitpick over trivial matters. Even so, when she let Tang San enter, she still waved her fist at him.

Tang San walked in and spread his bedding beside Zhao Ming's. Their beds were only three feet apart.

Zhao Ming knew exactly what Tang San was planning. But he did not mind. If Tang San dared lay a hand on his Xiao Wu, he would definitely teach him what true cruelty meant.

They walked along the bustling streets of Nuoding City. Pedestrians flowed through the streets, with all kinds of little shops lining both sides.

Spirit Hall was not far from Nuoding Academy. Still, Xiao Wu and Zhao Ming took their time walking there.

Naturally lively and restless, Xiao Wu looked around at everything after arriving on the streets. Even though she had been here many times before, she still found these things novel. Especially the clothing shops—Xiao Wu had absolutely no resistance to pretty clothes.

Zhao Ming indulged Xiao Wu's every request. When Xiao Wu wore beautiful clothes, he got quite the feast for his eyes as well. However, he looked down on the styles sold in clothing stores. He was even considering whether he should open a clothing shop and design some better-looking outfits. Clothes made the man, as the saddle made the horse. Suitable clothing could greatly improve a person's overall appearance.

Especially certain useful garments, such as bras. The underwear on the Douluo Continent was still the sort of little belly wrap that offered no support whatsoever. Once women got older, sagging came easily, seriously affecting their physical health.

Especially with a figure like Zhu Zhuqing's—without proper support, it could easily lose its shape. Zhao Ming had long regarded Zhu Zhuqing as his wife, and that was something he did not want to see.

Perhaps he could become a promising young man who got rich selling bras on the Douluo Continent through the bra industry.

If every woman on the Douluo Continent bought four or five of them, with each costing one to ten Gold Soul Coins, that would be absurdly profitable! Then he could turn it into a brand and establish a luxury fashion label like Chanel...

Ahem, that seemed to be getting a little off track!

Still, there was no rush for any of that.