Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, still in their pajamas, wore expressions of utter disbelief.
Only Xiao Wu, who knew Tang San's ways all too well, knew he had definitely done this.
They'd already been exhausted after running fifty kilometers today, and just when they'd hoped to get a good night's sleep, they'd been woken up. Who could put up with that?
Little Rabbit took three steps in two and hurried over to Tang San, then kicked his shins relentlessly.
"You really can't teach an old dog new tricks. We've moved to a new academy, and you're still pulling this stuff."
"I only did it because the academy's buildings were so run-down. I was planning to rebuild them."
"Rebuild them? Couldn't you have discussed it with everyone first?"
"Someone goes to the toilet, and you blow up the bathroom. Someone eats, and you blow up the dining table. Someone goes to sleep, and you blow up the house. Are you insane?"
Tang San would have been better off not explaining. Little Rabbit only kicked him harder.
Knowing he was in the wrong, Tang San could only grit his teeth through the pain and force out a faint smile.
After all, he still had to repair the buildings.
From Xiao Wu's words, the teachers and students present finally understood what had happened.
Ning Rongrong now understood why Xiao Wu had described Tang San that way.
Amid the chaos, nobody noticed Zhao Wuji in the corner, his face a mottled mess of bruises.
"I'm telling you, Boss Fu, that father and son are both a handful."
"Shh, keep your voice down. Haven't you had enough of getting beaten?"
"Tch, half the houses have collapsed. There's nowhere to recuperate, either. Hurry up and give me some money so I can find a hotel in