Tang San Was Still Dreaming

Seeing Tang Hao leave, Zhao Ming finally let out a breath of relief. The last tightly wound string in his heart loosened, and his vision went black as he passed out.

"Zhao Ming, how are you? Don't let anything happen to you." Seeing the blood on Zhao Ming's back, Xiao Wu's eyes instantly reddened.

She quickly removed Zhao Ming's upper clothes. Looking at the shocking wound, Xiao Wu's tears began to fall uncontrollably. Though she kept wiping them away with her sleeve to keep them from obstructing her vision, some tears inevitably still fell onto Zhao Ming.

Without saying a word, she unscrewed the medicine bottle and sprinkled the powder little by little over those horrifying wounds.

Xiao Wu's mind kept replaying the moment before that torrent of Soul Power struck, when Zhao Ming's firm, powerful hand pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. Even amid such intense pain, Zhao Ming had still held her close. His eyes were filled with pain, yet remained unwavering.

"You're such a fool." Xiao Wu stroked Zhao Ming's face, smoothing out his tightly furrowed brow. Then she leaned down and kissed his forehead. Looking at Zhao Ming's sleeping face, Xiao Wu felt an inexplicable sense of peace. Even though her identity had been exposed and a Titled Douluo knew about it, so what?

"From now on, I'll live only for you." Xiao Wu spoke softly and tenderly, then picked Zhao Ming up and headed toward the dormitory.

A day later.

Noon.

Sunlight filtered through the gauze window and fell across Zhao Ming's face. He slowly woke up. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a delicate face before him.

The waves of pain from his back made Zhao Ming's expression change. Recalling everything that had happened, he only felt fortunate.

At the time, Tang Hao had probably thought of what had happened to Ah Yin, which was why he had not continued attacking Xiao Wu. Otherwise, with Tang Hao's strength, killing them would have been effortless.

Strength. This world still spoke through strength. Without strength, anyone could kill you. No matter how many cheats you had, before becoming an absolute powerhouse, everything was nothing but a bubble.

Zhao Ming thought to himself. The pride of being a high-end transmigrator was instantly crushed and vanished. His mindset gradually calmed as well.

"Zhao Ming, you're awake?" Xiao Wu raised her head, her eyes still somewhat red and swollen.

Lying there, Zhao Ming tilted his head to look at her. "I can't sleep forever, can I? Were you crying?"

"Of course not!" Xiao Wu said, turning around to wipe the tears from her eyes.

"Why cry? It's no big deal. I'm tough—I won't die." Zhao Ming said with a smile.

"You're already in this state, and you still call yourself tough?" Xiao Wu shot Zhao Ming an annoyed look, then asked with concern, "By the way, are you hungry now? I'll get you something to eat."

"I really am a little hungry. Go get me some porridge. I don't feel like eating anything else." Zhao Ming thought for a moment before replying.

After Xiao Wu left, all the other members of Dormitory Seven gathered around. They had not dared interrupt while Zhao Ming and Xiao Wu were talking.

"Boss, how did you get hurt so badly? When Xiao Wu carried you back, you were covered in blood. You scared us to death."

"Yeah, yeah. Which bastard hurt you so badly? We asked Xiao Wu, but ever since she came back yesterday, she's just been sitting there taking care of you without saying anything."

"I bet it was that bastard Xiao Chenyu. Boss taught him a lesson last time, so he must have held a grudge and ambushed you."

The Dormitory Seven members chattered one after another, and Zhao Ming was somewhat moved. They were all Work-Study Students who had suffered since childhood. Their natures were simple and honest. At least in Zhao Ming's eyes, their concern for him came from the heart.

Their talent might not be good, but their character was not bad. If I get the chance in the future, I should help them out. Zhao Ming thought to himself.

"Alright, everyone, quiet down. Boss just woke up and needs rest. Don't disturb him," Wang Sheng said.

Hearing Wang Sheng's words, everyone lowered their voices.

At that moment, Tang San watched Zhao Ming, surrounded by everyone, and for some reason felt a little envious. Back in Holy Soul Village, he had always been alone. After coming here, he still did not have many friends. He had never experienced being the center of attention, adored by everyone. He had not felt much about it before, but seeing how popular Zhao Ming was now, he could not help feeling envious.

He was also curious and puzzled about what had happened yesterday, but inwardly, he felt more joy than anything else. Seeing Xiao Wu upset made him uncomfortable, but at least for the foreseeable future, Zhao Ming would no longer be able to interfere with him and Xiao Wu. He would have plenty of time to mend his relationship with Xiao Wu.

But no matter how much Tang San calculated, he could never have guessed that it was his own father who had injured Zhao Ming—and that Tang Hao had even exposed his relationship with Tang San while preparing to kill Xiao Wu.

Unfortunately, Tang San knew nothing. He did not even know that his own father was a Titled Douluo.

While Tang San was still secretly celebrating Zhao Ming's injury, Xiao Wu had already sentenced Tang San to death in her heart. To her, Tang San had become a demon coveting the Soul Ring and Spirit Bone on her body. On top of that, Tang San's father had intended to kill her. Though she did not know why he had changed his mind in the end, she still had no favorable impression of Tang Hao. Thus, they could not even remain friends now, much less anything Tang San had in mind.

What was more, Zhao Ming had been injured for her. Xiao Wu's heart was already tied to Zhao Ming. How could she possibly have any other thoughts?

But Tang San still did not know.

He was still dreaming.

He was dreaming on.

Before long, Xiao Wu carefully arrived carrying a food box. Steam was still rising from it.

"Why are you so foolish? Doesn't it hurt?" Seeing Xiao Wu's hand, scalded bright red, Zhao Ming felt a pang of heartache and spoke irritably.

"It's fine. I had the cafeteria auntie make this fresh. I'll feed you," Xiao Wu said nonchalantly, paying no attention at all to her little hand burned by the heat.

She scooped up a spoonful of meat porridge and gently blew on it a few times. Only after making sure it was no longer so hot did she feed it to Zhao Ming.

Xiao Wu's gentle appearance made them all wildly envious.

Tang San in particular felt a stab of bitterness when he saw the scene.

"Xiao Wu, you haven't eaten either, have you?" After Xiao Wu fed him several bites, Zhao Ming suddenly realized that Xiao Wu had been staying by his side the entire time and surely had not eaten much.

"I'm not hungry. You eat." Xiao Wu shook her head.

"No. How can you skip meals? We'll eat together," Zhao Ming said fiercely.

As he spoke, he reached for the spoon in Xiao Wu's hand. In an instant, the pain in his back surged through him.

"Ah." Zhao Ming could not help letting out a soft groan.

"Don't move. I'll eat, alright?" Xiao Wu hurriedly made Zhao Ming lie back down, speaking with heartache.

After saying that, Xiao Wu scooped up a spoonful and fed herself, then scooped up another spoonful and fed Zhao Ming.

One spoonful for you, one spoonful for me.

Tender and lovey-dovey.

The intimate sight between them became too much for the people of Dormitory Seven to bear. One by one, they made excuses and fled. Tang San's eyes practically spat fire; overcome with rage, he flung his sleeves and stormed out.

Ahem, a video of Xiao Wu grown up was watched today.

She looked very good.

Country-girl Wu had finally turned things around.

This author really had good judgment—one look was enough to tell Xiao Wu had potential.