Another dozen-odd days passed. Time flowed quietly like water. Inside Yu Xiaogang's office, though there was still a whiff of urine, everything seemed unusually peaceful.
Sunlight streamed through the half-open curtains, falling in mottled patches across the cluttered desk. Amid the interplay of light and shadow, it spoke of the peace of the days since Blade had been gone.
After so many days of rest and recovery, Blade had not come looking for trouble with Tang San or Yu Xiaogang again.
Yu Xiaogang, whose legs had been beaten lame, seemed to have been reborn from the ashes during this time!!
Other than the obvious swelling around his eyes, like ripe peaches, and the fact that his teeth would never grow back, making him leak air whenever he spoke, there was no visible change on the surface!
And during these past few days, because Yu Xiaogang had been recuperating and had no time to deal with that self-righteous Little Scoundrel.
Once he recovered and came out, he heard that Tang San had stirred up a whole pile of trouble, and anger immediately rose in his heart. Furious at his lack of promise, he gave him a stern scolding!
"Look at you. Your teacher's body finally recovered with great difficulty, so how did you end up like this too??"
At this moment, the atmosphere in Yu Xiaogang's office was extraordinarily tense.
Yu Xiaogang wore a stern expression, disappointment and anger in his eyes as he glared fixedly at Tang San, whose face was bruised and swollen, who clutched his crotch and pretended to look terribly wronged.
There was a trace of anger in his comically airy voice as he questioned him in complete incomprehension.
Tang San stood before the desk with his head lowered, his face blotched blue and purple like a