God King Tang Has Awakened! Tang Wulin Aims to Regain His Confidence

Tang Wulin floated back to the dormitory, dazed, clutching that mountain-like pile of love letters.

He was still feeling a bit bewildered.

He pushed open the door.

Good heavens, that guy Zhou Changxi was actually washing clothes, honest as could be.

Had the sun risen in the west today?

What was even more surprising was that there was an exceptionally beautiful senior student nearby, helping Su Wenjun fold his quilt.

That senior was stunning.

She was even a few degrees prettier than Senior Ouyang Zixin, whom he had bumped into at the cafeteria entrance earlier.

However, Tang Wulin secretly compared them in his heart and still felt that Senior Ouyang Zixin's type was more to his taste.

Refreshing and lively, like sunshine.

Of course, he wouldn't dare say that out loud.

He only muttered to himself as he carried the stack of letters straight over to Yao Chuan.

"Classmate Yao Chuan."

He shoved the entire thick stack of colorful letters into Yao Chuan's hands all at once.

"These... are all for you."

He added, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I was stopped by so many seniors on the way here. They forced them on me, saying I had to pass them to you."

Besides this large stack, he held one separate pink envelope in his hand, the one Senior Ouyang Zixin had solemnly entrusted to him at the very beginning, with the delicate handwriting "To be opened by Yao Chuan personally" written on it.

Tang Wulin felt that since he had promised Senior Ouyang he would deliver it "personally" to Yao Chuan.

He had to keep his word.

So, he very earnestly handed this separate letter to Yao Chuan as well.

"This one... is from Senior Ouyang Zixin from the fourth grade. She entrusted me to make sure I gave it to you personally."

Just as Yao Chuan reached out to take it, the beautiful senior helping with the quilt moved as fast as a gust of wind, swiping the pink letter right out of Tang Wulin's hand.

"Oh my. Just give it to me."

She said with a beaming smile, her voice crisp and pleasant.

"Yao Chuan's mail. I'll collect it for him from now on. No need to trouble you all with delivering it."

As she spoke, she naturally took the large stack of colorful letters from Yao Chuan's arms as well, her movements remarkably efficient.

Tang Wulin looked at his suddenly empty hands.

He was stunned.

What... what was going on here?

A senior collecting mail on his behalf?

Xie Xie, standing nearby, saw the situation.

He immediately found it amusing, nudged Tang Wulin with his elbow, and whispered with a wink.

"See that? See that?"

He gestured with his chin toward the beautiful senior.

"That is Senior Mu Xi."

Then he glanced toward Yao Chuan.

"Our big brother Yao Chuan's... hmm?"

He deliberately dragged out the tone.

"Senior Mu Xi is planning to 'get the moon first because she's near the water.' She's guarding him strictly, not giving any other little birds a chance to get close to our big brother."

Having her secret thoughts pointed out so bluntly by Xie Xie, two red clouds immediately flew onto Mu Xi's cheeks.

But she immediately straightened her back, put her hands on her hips, and deliberately put on a stern face, retorting with feigned seriousness.

"Xie Xie! What nonsense are you spouting!"

She glared at Xie Xie, her tone carrying a hint of pride.

"I'm just watching him for Na'er. Na'er specifically instructed me to. Understand?"

She paused, then added.

"Besides. Yao Chuan is at the age where he should be focusing on his studies and cultivation. Where would he find the time to look at this messy stuff? Dating? That's even worse! It's a distraction!"

Tang Wulin listened from the side, watching Senior Mu Xi's "guardian-like" stance.

Then he looked at Yao Chuan's expression, which was helpless yet carried a hint of indulgence.

It clicked instantly; so, this impossibly beautiful Senior Sister Mu Xi was also one of Yao Chuan's "admirers."

Furthermore, judging by the tone, they seemed to have a rather close relationship.

At this moment, he finally understood the deep meaning behind Xie Xie's earlier remark about "following the boss means both pain and pleasure."

The pleasure, of course, came from the fact that Boss Yao Chuan was so outstanding he didn't seem mortal, becoming the center of attention wherever he went.

As for the pain, it was the feeling of being "compared" and "crushed" at any given moment, not to mention the scene before him—love letters so numerous they required a dedicated person to "collect them on his behalf," and having to be "strictly guarded" just to get near him.

This... was this really a happy kind of trouble?

No, for Xie Xie and "ordinary" boys like himself, it was perhaps more of a shock and a tiny bit of... heartache?

Tang Wulin sighed silently in his heart.

"Impressive. Truly impressive..."

He had no idea that just as he voiced this internal lament.

Deep within the recesses of his mind.

In a corner that had remained dormant, a trace of consciousness, extremely faint and nearly imperceptible, quietly stirred open a tiny crack.

It was a fragment of God King Tang's divine sense, having only just revived, its power still incredibly weak.

It sensed the emotional fluctuations within Tang Wulin's heart at that moment.

It heard those little mutterings inside his mind.

"Yao Chuan?"

The God King Tang's divine sense, having just awakened a sliver, instinctively furrowed its "brows."

An inexplicable sense of displeasure quietly sprouted.

"Who is this brat? Where did he pop out from?"

It tried hard to mobilize a bit of power to probe Tang Wulin's current perceptions, wanting to figure out who was suppressing the "brilliance" of its precious son.

As a result, it discovered that its newly awakened divine sense was simply too weak.

It couldn't even communicate clearly with Tang Wulin, let alone investigate the specific situation outside.

"Hmph."

A thought carrying cold arrogance and disdain echoed within the sea of consciousness.

"No matter."

It consoled itself, or rather, forcibly suppressed that trace of displeasure.

"Once my divine power recovers a bit more and I can communicate stably, I will be able to personally guide Wulin."

Thinking of the future, of the scene where it would have enough power to personally teach Tang Wulin how to cultivate, this fragment of divine sense couldn't help but feel smug.

It seemed to already see the glorious image of Tang Wulin growing rapidly under its guidance, crushing all his peers.

When that time came, what girl couldn't he get, and what spotlight couldn't he steal—why would he ever need to envy others?

A sinister, chuckling laugh rippled silently in the depths of the sea of consciousness.

It carried an arrogance that suggested everything was under control.

However, regarding this "inner drama directed by a God King" currently playing out in his brain.

Tang Wulin himself didn't notice a single thing; he was like a well-functioning host machine, completely unaware that in his "background processes," a grandfather program named "Tang San" had just booted up.

Tang Wulin was simply marveling at Yao Chuan's charisma.

He felt a tiny bit of envy in his heart.

But more than that, he felt that the gap between them was just too large.

However, he didn't have a shred of jealousy.

Yao Chuan had helped him, was a good person, and being powerful was only natural.

He shook his head, casting those chaotic thoughts aside.

Remembering his business, he turned to ask Xie Xie and Zhou Changxi.

"Right. What time does the class meeting start this afternoon?"

He still wanted to go to the Blacksmith Association to take care of his business in the afternoon.

Xie Xie was leaning lazily against the bedside, waving a hand at the question.

"Afternoon? There's no class meeting. School doesn't officially start until tomorrow. Do whatever you want this afternoon. Just make sure to be back before lights out."

He winked at Tang Wulin.

"What? Got plans?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Wulin's eyes lit up. "That's great!"

He immediately perked up.

"Then I'll ask for leave this afternoon to head out."

He clenched his fists, psyching himself up.

"I have to go to the Blacksmith Association. I need to get my rank assessment done."

He thought to himself that on the path of a Soul Master, in terms of popularity, and even in... appetite, he was being completely crushed by big brother Yao Chuan in every possible way.

He had to find somewhere to regain a bit of confidence, didn't he?

Blacksmithing was the field he was most familiar with, and the one he was most certain of!

It would start right here!

He would prove himself!