By the time they returned to Shrek Academy, Tang San had already come back, but Ma Hongjun was still nowhere to be seen.
Zhao Xuan could not help but remark, "His evil fire is a little too vigorous, isn't it?"
Tang San looked slightly embarrassed at those words. Zhao Xuan glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't talking about you. What are you embarrassed about?"
Tang San hesitated as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he let out a breath and gave up. "Nothing..."
Giving Tang San a strange look, Zhao Xuan fiddled with the mechanical components Tang San had placed on the bed. Some of them were no larger than grains of rice. He had no idea how they had been made.
Tang San silently muttered to himself, We clearly grew up together. Why aren't you embarrassed when you touch these things?
If Zhao Xuan had known what Tang San was thinking, he would have scoffed. In his previous life, as an outstanding young man raised under the red flag, he would have been too embarrassed to leave the house without a few gigabytes of seeds on his hard drive. Who would care about something like this?
Holding one of the mechanical components, he casually asked, "Xiao San, what are you making so many parts for?"
Tang San answered, "They're for Ning Rongrong. She wants a Hidden Weapon that support-type Soul Masters can use for self-defense. If it works well, she plans to purchase them in bulk for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
Zhao Xuan nodded. Support-type Soul Masters were extremely useful, but their weak self-defense capabilities were indeed troublesome. Still, if Ning Rongrong dared to say something like that, her status in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had to be