Tang Hao Makes His Move

"When you see Tang San's growth, you'll definitely beg me to take you as my disciple."

In the dim corner of the corridor, Yu Xiaogang looked back toward the Seventh Dormitory and spoke in a low, resolute tone.

He would make Lin Ming regret this.

He had to study Lei Yi.

In this life, he only had two reasons to keep living.

One was to find a way to break through his lifelong bottleneck at level thirty.

The other was to take on a disciple and prove his Ten Great Theories.

Neither took precedence over the other—whichever he encountered first became the priority.

Tang San was good, but order mattered.

Order determined whether you were the primary target or a backup option.

Compared to a disciple, he still felt he himself was more important.

Inside the Seventh Dormitory.

Tang San stumbled into the room, a few vegetable leaves still hanging from his head.

Xiao Wu hadn't held back at all earlier—she'd tossed him straight into the outdoor trash bin.

The stench inside was unbearable.

"My bedding."

Ignoring the contemptuous looks from Wang Sheng and the others, he walked over to Xiao Wu's bed, pointed at the brand-new bedding, and said calmly.

"This is Sister Xiao Wu's bedding! You want a beating?!"

Xiao Wu immediately flared up, jumping off the bed and gesturing fiercely at Tang San.

She had no intention of sleeping on a bare bed board.

Tang San was momentarily speechless, a flicker of irritation flashing in his eyes.

He had clearly been helping Xiao Wu just now—otherwise, she'd still be drooling from the electric shock—but she had turned around and joined the others in ganging up on him.

Yet, looking at Xiao Wu's fair and adorable face, his heart softened again.

"Fine, it's yours."

Tang San took a deep breath and tried to sit on the bed next to Xiao Wu's, but she shooed him away.

"Shoo, shoo, shoo. You stink. Don't dirty Sister Xiao Wu's new bedding."

Xiao Wu pinched her nose with one hand and waved the other like she was shooing a fly.

Tang San was thoroughly frustrated. He looked up and scanned the room; everyone else avoided him like the plague.

His meddling earlier had ruined the essence of a one-on-one fight.

"A reason to die! All of you have a reason to die!"

Tang San roared inwardly, but when his gaze landed on Xiao Wu's face, his heart softened again.

Over thirty years of single life had built up a pent-up longing in him that ordinary people couldn't fathom.

What's more, the moment he first saw Xiao Wu, it felt like meeting a long-lost family member.

That feeling was especially warm.

"Mom..."

Yes, it felt just like meeting his mother.

"Tang San? Who are you calling Mom? Why are you calling Xiao Wu 'Mom'?"

The student beside him was stunned. He stared at Tang San in disbelief, then followed his gaze to Xiao Wu.

"Damn! Don't you have a mother? You call everyone 'Mom'?!"

Wang Sheng and the others burst into laughter, pounding their beds until they rattled.

Lin Ming also lifted his gaze from his book and looked at Tang San.

He didn't expect Tang San to be such a weirdo.

"Shut up!"

Tang San's face reddened as he growled.

He hadn't meant to say that out loud—he'd only been thinking it.

Xiao Wu was dumbfounded too. In all her years, she'd been called Big Sister, Sister Xiao Wu, but never Mom.

Remembering that she herself had no mother, she jumped down from the bed.

Standing in front of Tang San.

Catching the sour stench on him, Xiao Wu took a few steps back.

Tang San:...

"It's fine, if you call me mom, then Sister Xiao Wu will definitely treat you well!"

Xiao Wu's face was serious as she patted her chest, making a solemn vow.

"Then give me back my bedding."

"No way."

Xiao Wu shook her head firmly.

One thing at a time.

Tang San's mouth twitched as he looked up at Xiao Wu's expression, serious yet tinged with a hint of maternal affection.

In his heart, he actually felt this wasn't so bad.

Seeing that these two were really about to become mother and son, Wang Sheng and the others didn't dare laugh too loudly, afraid of getting beaten.

They could only cover their mouths, their whole bodies trembling from holding it in.

After all, based on the fighting strength from earlier, aside from Lin Ming and Xiao Wu, no one else was a match for Tang San.

"Ahem, Boss Xiao Wu, let's go eat."

After a while, Wang Sheng stifled his laughter, coughed dryly twice, and led Xiao Wu off to eat.

The room was suddenly left with only Tang San and Lin Ming, who had resumed his cultivation.

Tang San silently pulled out some dry, hard rations from his pocket, poured a cup of water, and soaked them to eat.

Lin Ming sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, clearly already deep in cultivation.

If one looked closely, a very faint fluctuation was constantly spreading around Lin Ming's body.

It was like a thin film covering Lin Ming, with occasional arcs of electricity flashing across it.

This was a practical little soul skill Lin Ming had developed by studying Little Lei Yi through his second soul.

Although its defensive power wasn't very high, it could firmly attract any iron objects that came near his body, preventing injury.

As for why he researched this...

Those who knew, knew.

After eating his fill, Tang San also began to rest with his eyes closed.

Even though his bed had no bedding, it was still better than sleeping on the floor.

After a long while.

The door to the Seventh Dormitory was pushed open, and Xiao Wu walked in with a gloomy face, followed by Wang Sheng and the others, who were equally silent.

As soon as they entered, they went to sit by their own beds without saying a word.

"Did Xiao Chenyu make a move on you again?"

Lin Ming opened his eyes and looked at Wang Sheng.

The Seventh Dormitory now wasn't what it used to be; with just him and Xiao Wu, they could crush that little group.

He still remembered the scene in the cafeteria when Wang Sheng had rushed to save him.

"No."

Wang Sheng clenched his fists, his whole body trembling uncontrollably as he shook his head with difficulty.

"It's Liu Yun. He was crippled in the restroom."

Liu Yun was a Work-Study Student from the Seventh Dormitory like them, the one who had said Tang San had no mother.

Lin Ming's heart sank heavily.

His gaze flicked imperceptibly toward Tang San, whose brows were tightly furrowed.

Tang Hao made his move?

"We all went to the cafeteria to eat. Liu Yun ate quickly and said he was going to the restroom."

"We waited outside for about half an hour. When he still hadn't come out, we went to look..."

Wang Sheng's eyes reddened as he looked up and let out a deep sigh.

"And we found him already unconscious. His face was several times more swollen than usual. He wasn't dead, but he won't wake up again."

"Didn't you find the culprit?"

Tang San asked with a frown.

For a student to be easily crippled in the academy like this, if they couldn't even find the culprit, it was too pathetic.

"No."

Wang Sheng shook his head.

Forget finding the culprit—so many people had come and gone through that restroom, and they hadn't even heard Liu Yun's screams through a single wooden door.

That was enough to prove the culprit had been absolutely certain of success.

"But he brought it on himself. He always had a foul mouth. People like us might end up the same way someday, dying somewhere."

Wang Sheng laughed bitterly.

Over the years, he had offended plenty of people for the sake of the Work-Study Students.

This time, it was Liu Yun who ended up unconscious. Maybe next time, it would be him.