Tang San's Fury

"Xiao Wu, my Xiao Wu..." At the entrance to Dormitory Seven, Tang San leaned against the wall, listening to the sounds inside. His gaze was icy, with an indescribable pain beneath the coldness.

"Xiao Wu, I'm the one you should love! I'm your true lover!" Tang San felt as though his heart were being sliced apart. It was as if a sharp blade kept carving through his heart, each cut deepening his pain.

He knew it. This was all because of Zhao Ming!

He had taken Xiao Wu from him!

He deserved to die!

Tang San clenched his fists hard, letting his fingernails dig into his palms as thin streams of blood trickled out. Yet he felt none of it, because the pain in his heart had completely eclipsed the pain in his hands.

He had heard it.

He had heard everything.

He had heard Xiao Wu's shy words. He had even heard her allow Zhao Ming to find other women...

Xiao Wu, were you still the proud Xiao Wu I knew? What methods had Zhao Ming used to make you follow him so devotedly? You even allowed him not to belong to you alone!

Tang San felt as though the pain was suffocating him. He hurt not only for himself, for seeing his Xiao Wu held in another man's arms. He hurt even more for Xiao Wu—the proud, lively Xiao Wu had been influenced by Zhao Ming to such an extent.

After calming himself down, Tang San pressed his ear to the wall again and continued eavesdropping on Zhao Ming and Xiao Wu's conversation.

Inside the room.

Zhao Ming continued sweetly whispering love words to Xiao Wu. Having been shaped by twenty-first-century culture, it was simply too easy for him to use a few beautiful lines to win over a girl's romantic fantasies.

Zhao Ming spoke eloquently, occasionally dropping beautiful phrases about love that made Xiao Wu's eyes sparkle. Every so often, he told a joke that made Xiao Wu burst into laughter.

Listening from beside the wall, even Tang San had to admit that Zhao Ming truly had a talent for words. Though he did not care for such things himself, he knew very well how tempting Zhao Ming's words were to girls—especially girls who fantasized about love.

He somewhat understood why Zhao Ming had made Xiao Wu so devoted to him.

But this also deepened Tang San's sense of crisis. He had originally believed that Zhao Ming and Xiao Wu had only known each other for a few days, that he still had plenty of time to repair his relationship with Xiao Wu and eventually win her back.

But now, it seemed he had been wrong.

Things had already headed in an uncontrollable direction. Thinking it over carefully, Xiao Wu and Zhao Ming's relationship had developed at an astonishing pace, and in a positive direction at that. Meanwhile, his own relationship with Xiao Wu had only continued to deteriorate.

Over the past few days, he had clearly felt that Xiao Wu no longer even wanted to acknowledge him. It was not simply because she had been in a bad mood after Zhao Ming was injured. Although Xiao Wu had been unhappy these past few days, she had still been fairly polite to Wang Sheng and the others. But toward him, only one word could describe her attitude: coldness.

Even Tang San found it somewhat baffling. This was also the main reason he had chosen to skip class and eavesdrop today. He wanted to find out where the problem lay.

Hadn't Xiao Wu used to enjoy beating him up? Why was she now unwilling even to hit him?

Inside the room.

"Zhao Ming, I want to tell you to watch out for someone." Xiao Wu lay lightly against Zhao Ming's chest, tracing circles over it as she spoke with a solemn expression.

"Who?"

"Tang San."

"Pfft." Zhao Ming nearly choked. "Who did you say? Did I hear that right?"

"Tang San. I'm telling you, Tang San isn't an ordinary child. He's extremely calculating. His father is..." Xiao Wu explained.

Seeing that Xiao Wu was about to mention Tang Hao, Zhao Ming quickly covered her mouth.

"Shh! Tang San is eavesdropping right outside the wall. Don't let him find out." Zhao Ming pulled Xiao Wu closer and whispered into her ear.

Xiao Wu's heart jolted. She immediately spread her Soul Power and sensed the surroundings, quickly discovering Tang San's presence. Her pretty face instantly turned pale.

She had not expected Tang San to be so bold as to skip class and come eavesdrop on them. Acting so sneaky, combined with what had happened before, made Xiao Wu immediately feel that Tang San must be plotting something.

That plot had to be aimed at Zhao Ming, or at her. She was not afraid of Tang San targeting her, but she was afraid that Tang San would make a move against Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming was still lying in bed, his injuries not yet healed. What if Tang San had some crooked intentions? She could not stay by Zhao Ming's side all the time. What if Tang San took advantage of her going out to buy Zhao Ming food and secretly attacked him? What then?

She knew Tang San's methods. There was nothing he would not do!

Should I kill him now? No.

His father was a Titled Douluo. If she killed him, that Titled Douluo would surely fly into a rage. It did not matter if she died, but she would drag Zhao Ming down with her.

"I know what you're thinking. Don't worry. I've already seen Tang San for who he truly is. I'll stay on guard against him. With my methods, it won't be so easy for him to kill me." Zhao Ming spoke in a low voice, so quietly that only Xiao Wu could hear him.

"Mm." Xiao Wu nodded, though she became even more vigilant. She decided that over the next few days, she would pay closer attention and be wary of whatever tricks Tang San might use.

At that moment, Tang San slumped against the wall. Xiao Wu's words kept replaying in his mind.

Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu... was that the kind of person I was in your heart?

"Pfft!" Looking up at the sky, Tang San could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Do I still have a chance?

Zhao Ming! It was all because of you!

Everything had happened because of you! As long as you died, Xiao Wu would change her mind. Then Xiao Wu would be mine—mine alone. Tang San clenched his fists.

Only then did he suddenly realize that as long as he cut off Zhao Ming, the root of the problem, would not every problem be solved at once?

Tang San touched the Sleeve Arrows in his hand, his heart already icy cold.

At that moment, Zhao Ming was already a dead man in his eyes.

But Tang San never could have imagined that this decision would ensure that he and Xiao Wu could never be together again. Instead, it would send them down a path of complete opposition.