Shrek Academy, at the school gates.
Two figures chased and tangled with each other beneath the setting sun.
"Xiao Wu! Xiao Wu! Listen to my explanation!"
Tang San was sweating profusely, his usually composed face now filled with nothing but panic. He hurried after the figure bouncing away ahead of him, his voice trembling with pleading.
Xiao Wu did not even turn her head. She covered her ears tightly with both hands, her pink hair swishing as she shook her head. "I won't listen!
"I won't listen!"
"Xiao Wu, I really was framed that day—" Tang San said helplessly, his face full of bitterness.
Xiao Wu turned back and shot him a vicious glare, her eyes filled with disgust. "You disgusting man, stop following me!"
With that, her figure flashed, and she hurried toward the school gates.
After taking only a few steps, she happened to run into Liu Erlong and several people carrying a stretcher. The person lying on it made her stop in her tracks.
"Teacher Erlong, what is this—?" She stepped forward, her gaze falling on the limp figure sprawled across the stretcher like mud, her brows knitting slightly.
It was Master—Prison Xiaogang.
But the man before her had an ashen face and lifeless eyes, as though every last bit of spirit had been drained from him. He was completely different from the "Master" who had once spoken eloquently and pointed out the course of events.
Hadn't Liu Erlong been taken back by her family?
And this fame-seeking Master—how had he ended up looking as though both his parents had died after just two days apart?
Tang San also noticed something was wrong. He hurried over, bent down to look at the person on the stretcher, and anxiously asked, "Teacher! What happened to you? Where did you