Cage

"Mm..."

Angela held her aching forehead, taking a moment to survey her surroundings.

"Lan'er, you're awake. Are you alright?"

Tang San looked at Angela with a smile, wearing the expression of a friendly neighborhood big brother.

Tang San could guess why Tang Hao had left Angela behind; a genius with a super martial soul who was still just a naive little girl—she was far too easy to manipulate! No, this was what one might call preventing a genius from entering the filth-ridden Wuhun Hall!

As for leaving Angela behind, did it conflict with the trajectory of the Tang God King's past life? The fact that a variable had appeared right before him meant that this life might differ from the previous one. Although Tang San believed that with his wisdom and talent, no variable could stump him, why not have an extra genius on his side?

Moreover, if he really killed Angela, Tang San was currently just a child in Tang Hao's eyes; how would he explain it to him? He didn't want to expose the fact that he was a reincarnator to Tang Hao, even if he was his father.

Of course, having guessed Tang Hao's intentions, Tang San had no objections to taking the girl in. As for the continent's common trope of "genius matches genius," he didn't care; his heart belonged only to Xiao Wu!

"Brother, what happened just now? Where is that uncle?"

Angela asked, crying.

She had survived, but that was all it was—survival. It seemed she would be stuck following this "pure and noble" Tang God King for a long time to come.

While putting on a performance, Angela had to suppress the deep sense of disgust in her heart.

"I don't know either. I just felt dizzy, and when I woke up, we were like this."

Tang San put on a bewildered expression. He knew it was Tang Hao who had struck, but since Tang Hao didn't want to reveal his identity, he, as a filial son who valued his father, could only pretend to be ignorant.

"Then what should we do now?"

Angela continued to ask Tang San while sobbing loudly.

"Let's head back to the village first."

"Mm, Brother, what is your name?"

Forcing back her disgust, Angela had to pretend to be completely obedient to Tang San.

"My name is Tang San."

"Brother Tang San, what should we tell Grandpa when we get back?"

"Just say that the spirit master uncle left with a man in black, and we had no choice but to return to the village."

"Brother Tang San, why not mention that we fainted?"

"Let's not talk about that, so as not to worry Village Chief Old Jack."

The two figures walked along the road back to Holy Soul Village, each speaking a sentence, a truly harmonious and beautiful scene. However, only they knew what was truly going on in their minds.

After returning to the village and hearing what Tang San and Angela said, Old Jack simply assumed that Su Yuntao had left with someone on business. He only showed a hint of disappointment that the two children hadn't joined Wuhun Hall. After all, Old Jack was just an old man from the countryside; he really didn't understand what innate full spirit power or joining Wuhun Hall truly represented.

But Old Jack knew very well what a spirit master represented. Since the two children hadn't joined Wuhun Hall, he prepared to take them to the spirit master academy in Nuoding City. The village's quota for working students was just sitting there unused anyway.

It is worth mentioning the continent's working student system here. It wasn't like the situation in the original story where a village only had one quota per year; as long as a child with innate spirit power appeared in the village, they could attend a nearby elementary spirit master academy, no matter how many there were.

Because innate spirit power was a low-probability, random event, it was normal for small villages around cities like Holy Soul Village not to produce a single spirit master for over a decade; if they were unlucky, they might not see one for hundreds of years. But there were always exceptions. What if a village suddenly produced several children with innate spirit power? They couldn't just send the others home to farm and let only one become a spirit master, right?

Therefore, basically, as long as you had innate spirit power and couldn't afford the high tuition of the spirit master academy, you could attend as a working student without any other restrictions. There were only a few working students a year; for a place like a spirit master academy, that bit of tuition resource was completely negligible.

As for whether someone who could afford the tuition would try to take advantage of this, don't be ridiculous—they couldn't afford to lose face like that. This wasn't a capitalist society where everything was about money; a feudal society like Douluo placed great importance on status and rank.

This working student system was first implemented by Wuhun Hall and later adopted by the major powers, having existed on the continent for thousands of years.

But I digress. The subsequent events—how Tang Hao taught Tang San the Luanpifeng and how Angela had to keep running to Tang Hao's house to build favor to save her life—will be skipped.

Inside the Nuoding Elementary Spirit Master Academy, outside the Seventh Dorm where the working students lived, Angela stood at the dormitory entrance, watching a battle inside with great interest.

The two parties in the battle were none other than our Tang God King and his lifelong love, Xiao Wu. However, it was less of a battle and more of a flirtatious exchange.

She saw Xiao Wu wrap her legs around Tang San's head and toss him to the ground with a swing. Looking at Tang San, not only was there no anger or grievance from being beaten, but he even seemed to be quite enjoying it.

Standing up, the burning emotion that seemed ready to overflow from Tang San's eyes as he looked at Xiao Wu flashed and vanished.

"I lost. From now on, you are the boss of the Seventh Dorm."

As the battle in the dormitory ended, Angela, standing outside the door, fell into deep thought while recalling the look Tang San had just given Xiao Wu.

That possessive gaze had only flashed for a moment. Others might not have noticed, but how could she, an expert in social maneuvering from her past life, have missed it?

Why was that possessive look of Tang San's so wrong? Didn't the original story say that Tang San only saw Xiao Wu as a little sister? What kind of brother looks at his sister with such possessiveness?

Shaking her head, Angela warned herself again: This is a real world. Everything develops according to normal logic; the original story only has reference value.

However, even if one followed the normal logic of events, that look from Tang San shouldn't have been there. No one looks at someone of the opposite sex like that the first time they meet, and Tang San wasn't some lecherous glutton either.

Forget it. If she couldn't figure it out, she wouldn't think about it for now. She might as well think about what to do in the future.

She had already seen the iconic scene of the apprenticeship from afar. Fortunately, she had run off early under the pretext of needing the restroom; otherwise, she probably wouldn't have been able to escape the fate of becoming a disciple as well.

Although life is like that—if you can't resist, you might as well enjoy it—Angela had no way to escape Tang San's side now. After all, who knew if Tang Hao was secretly following Tang San? Angela didn't dare to gamble.

But to become a disciple of the so-called "Master" Yu Xiaogang? That was too nauseating for a transmigrator.

It seemed she wouldn't be able to escape the Shrek camp for a long time. But as a normal person, did she really want to follow Shrek in driving history backward?

Moreover, Shrek wasn't so much a group of "Seven Devils" as it was a collection of accessories for Tang San and his teacher, all meant to highlight Tang San's excellence and power—though that "excellence and power" was quite laughable.

Should she try to seize leadership of Shrek from Tang San?

That was impossible. Not to mention that all of Shrek were Tang San's accessories, she was a modern transmigrator; her values were bound to clash with the Shrek side, and she couldn't possibly compromise with them. Many of Shrek's actions in the original story had crossed her bottom line.

It seemed it would be best to find an opportunity to run.