Tang Hao Makes His Move

"Once you see how much Tang San has grown, you'll definitely ask me to take you as my disciple."

In a shadowy corner of the hallway, Yu Xiaogang turned to look toward Dorm Seven and said in a low, resolute voice.

He would make Lin Ming regret it.

He was determined to study Lei Yi.

He had only two reasons to keep living.

One was to find a way to overcome the lifelong obstacle that kept him from advancing past level thirty.

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

Neither came before the other. Whichever came first would be the more important one.

Tang San was very promising, but the order mattered.

The order determined whether you were the primary target or the backup choice.

When it came to a disciple, he still thought he himself mattered a little more.

Inside Dorm Seven.

Tang San stumbled into the room, a few vegetable leaves still stuck to his head.

Xiao Wu hadn't held back at all. She'd thrown him straight into the trash can outside.

It had been absolutely disgusting.

"My bedding."

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

"This is Sister Xiao Wu's bedding! Do you want to get beaten up?"

Xiao Wu immediately flew into a rage. She jumped off the bed and started gesturing furiously at Tang San.

She didn't want to sleep on the bare boards.

Tang San was at a loss for words, and a flash of anger crossed his eyes.

He had clearly been helping Xiao Wu just now. Otherwise, she'd still be drooling from the electric shock. Yet she'd turned around and joined everyone else in ganging up on him.

But when he saw Xiao Wu's fair, adorable face, his heart softened a little.

"Fine. You can have it."

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

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

Pinching her nose with one hand, Xiao Wu shooed him away with the other as if he were a fly.

Tang San was utterly aggrieved. He looked around, only to see everyone else avoiding him like the plague.

His casual interference just now had already ruined the whole point of a one-on-one fight.

You're all asking for death! Every last one of you!

Tang San roared inwardly, but when his gaze fell on Xiao Wu, his heart softened again.

After more than thirty years without a partner, the pressure he'd built up had reached a level ordinary people couldn't imagine.

What was more, the first time he saw Xiao Wu, it felt as though he'd found another member of his family.

The feeling was incredibly warm.

"Mom..."

That was right. It felt just like meeting his mother.

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

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

"Holy crap! You don't have a mom or something? Why are you calling everyone Mom?"

Wang Sheng and the others burst out laughing, pounding on their beds until they banged loudly.

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

He hadn't expected Tang San to be a gamer, too.

"Shut up!"

Tang San's face turned red as he growled.

He hadn't expected that he'd muttered his thoughts out loud.

Xiao Wu was just as dumbfounded. In all her years, people had called her the gang leader and Sister Xiao Wu, but nobody had ever called her Mom.

Realizing that she didn't have a mother either, she jumped off the bed at once.

She stood in front of Tang San.

The sour stench coming off him made Xiao Wu take a few steps back.

Tang San: ...

"It's okay. Since you called me Mom, Sister Xiao Wu will definitely treat you well!"

Xiao Wu looked solemn as she patted her chest and made her promise.

"Then give me back my bedding."

"No way."

Xiao Wu shook her head firmly.

One thing had nothing to do with the other.

Tang San's mouth twitched. He looked up at Xiao Wu's solemn expression, which held a hint of motherly affection.

Somehow, he felt like this wasn't so bad after all.

Seeing that the two of them were actually about to become mother and son, Wang Sheng and the others didn't dare laugh too loudly for fear of getting beaten.

They could only cover their mouths, trembling as they struggled to hold in their laughter.

After all, judging by the fight just now, no one except Lin Ming and Xiao Wu was a match for Tang San.

"Cough, cough. Boss Xiao Wu, let's go eat."

A while later, Wang Sheng managed to stop laughing. After coughing twice, he led Xiao Wu out to eat.

That left only Tang San in the room, along with Lin Ming, who had returned to his cultivation.

Tang San quietly took the dry, hard rations from his pocket, poured himself a cup of water, and soaked them before eating.

Lin Ming sat cross-legged on his bed with his eyes closed. He had clearly entered cultivation.

On closer inspection, an extremely faint ripple constantly surrounded Lin Ming's body.

It was like a thin film covering him, with a few sparks of electricity occasionally flickering across it.

This was a practical little Soul Skill Lin Ming had developed with the help of his Second Martial Soul, inspired by his studies of Lei Yi.

Although its defensive power wasn't very high, it could firmly attract any iron objects that came close to his body and keep him from getting hurt.

As for why he'd developed it...

You know how it is.

After finishing his food, Tang San also closed his eyes to rest.

His bed had no bedding, but it was still better than sleeping on the floor.

After a long while.

The door to Dorm Seven opened, and Xiao Wu walked in with a gloomy expression. Wang Sheng and the others followed behind her, equally silent.

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

"Did Xiao Chenyu come after you again?"

Lin Ming opened his eyes and looked at Wang Sheng.

Dorm Seven wasn't what it used to be. Xiao Wu and Lin Ming alone could wipe out Xiao Chenyu's little group.

Lin Ming still remembered how Wang Sheng had rushed to his aid in the cafeteria back then.

"No."

Wang Sheng clenched his fists. His whole body trembled, and he shook his head with difficulty.

"It was Liu Yun. Someone crippled him in the bathroom."

Liu Yun was a Work-Study Student in Dorm Seven, just like the rest of them. He was also the one who'd said Tang San had no mother.

Lin Ming's heart sank.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Tang San, whose brows were tightly furrowed.

Had Tang Hao made a move?

"We went to the cafeteria to eat together. Liu Yun finished quickly and said he needed to use the bathroom."

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

Wang Sheng's eyes reddened. He tipped his head back and let out a deep sigh.

"Then we found him unconscious. His face was several times more swollen than usual. He wasn't dead, but he still hasn't woken up."

"Didn't you find the culprit?"

Tang San asked with a frown.

If a student could be so easily crippled at the academy, then it would be utterly useless if they couldn't even find the culprit.

"No."

Wang Sheng shook his head.

They hadn't found the culprit. With so many people going in and out of that bathroom, no one had even heard Liu Yun scream through the wooden door.

That was proof enough that the culprit had been completely sure of what they were doing.

"But he brought it on himself. He always ran his mouth. People like us might end up like him someday, dying somewhere without anyone knowing."

Wang Sheng smiled bitterly.

Over the years, he'd made plenty of enemies while standing up for the Work-Study Students.

This time it was Liu Yun who lay unconscious. Maybe he'd be next.