Revive, My Love

Shrek Academy, afternoon.

"Tang San! You've changed! You don't love me anymore! I'm leaving!"

Xiao Wu stood with her hands on her hips, her eyes rimmed with red and tears swirling within them. Her lips were trembling, her voice was trembling, and her entire body was shaking.

Tang San stood there holding the bag of candy, looking completely bewildered: "Xiao Wu, I only said you should eat less sugar... it's bad for your teeth..."

"You think I'm fat!" Xiao Wu's tears finally spilled over. "You think I'll get fat if I eat candy! You think I'm not pretty enough! You think I'm not good enough for you!"

Tang San hurriedly explained: "No, Xiao Wu, I really was just worried about your teeth..."

"Don't explain! Explaining is just covering up! Covering up is just being guilty! Being guilty means you don't love me anymore!"

Xiao Wu's speech was as rapid as a machine gun; Tang San didn't even have a chance to get a word in.

"Wuwuwu, I'm leaving, I'm going to go die!"

With that, Xiao Wu turned and bolted. She was so fast that even Zhu Zhuqing was stunned. She sprinted out of the academy gates and vanished into the woods in the blink of an eye.

Tang San stood rooted to the spot, clutching the bag of candy, looking as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Xiao Wu... is going to die?"

He muttered to himself, his pupils beginning to lose focus.

"Xiao Wu is going to die?"

His voice began to quiver.

"Xiao Wu!"

Tang San's heart-wrenching roar echoed throughout the entire academy.

At the entrance of Shrek Academy.

Tang San knelt on the ground.

His tears fell like broken beads, splashing down to form a small puddle on the ground.

"Xiao Wu! You cannot die!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs in the direction Xiao Wu had run.

"Resurrect, my beloved!"

The sound was so loud that even the birds in the back mountain were startled into flight.

Soul power rampaged through his body, and his Blue Silver Grass martial soul erupted uncontrollably.

Those once-delicate blue vines grew with a manic intensity, spreading out from beneath Tang San's feet, carpeting the entire academy entrance, climbing the walls, strangling the flagpole, and obscuring the plaque.

In the span of a few breaths, the entrance to Shrek Academy had turned into a field of Blue Silver Grass.

Flender poked his head out of his office window and nearly dropped his teacup at the sight. He jumped straight down from the second floor and rushed over to Tang San.

"Tang San, what are you doing?"

Tang San looked up, his face a mess of tears and snot: "Dean, Xiao Wu is dead, she's leaving me! I have to resurrect her!"

Flender's mouth twitched: "Xiao Wu is dead? When did she die? Why didn't I know?"

"Just now, she said she was going to die when she ran out! She's committing suicide! I sensed it!" Tang San spoke with absolute conviction, as if it were an ironclad fact.

Flender opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

Ning Rongrong squeezed out from the crowd, looking confused: "Didn't Xiao Wu just run out? How is she dead? I clearly saw her running toward the back mountain..."

Tang San wailed: "She's committing suicide, she ran out to seek death! I know Xiao Wu, she does what she says, she must already be..."

He couldn't go on, burying his head in his hands and sobbing loudly.

The crowd looked at each other in silence.

Oscar whispered: "Third Brother's imagination... it's a real waste that he isn't writing novels."

Ma Hongjun gnawed on a chicken leg: "I think there might actually be something wrong with his brain."

Dai Mubai covered his face: "I feel embarrassed for him even if he doesn't feel it himself."

At that moment, four figures walked over from the direction of the dormitory building.

It was Han Li, Xiao Yan, Shi Hao, and Wang Lin.

They had been on their way to the training grounds and happened to pass by the academy entrance, witnessing the scene.

Xiao Yan was the first to stop, nearly dropping the water bottle in his hand: "What is he doing?"

Shi Hao tilted his head and watched for a moment: "It looks like he's crying."

Wang Lin leaned against the wall, his eyes narrowing slightly as the Heavenly Inverse Bead turned within his sleeve.

He quickly withdrew his hand and said indifferently: "Xiao Wu is dead? She isn't dead. This Seat just saw her gnawing on an apple in the back mountain."

Xiao Yan and Shi Hao looked at Wang Lin simultaneously.

Shi Hao: "Apple? Where did she get an apple?"

Wang Lin: "This Seat does not care."

Han Li stood at the very back, watching everything with an expressionless face. His gaze lingered on Tang San for a few seconds before shifting away to look at that patch of wildly growing Blue Silver Grass.

He made a silent mental note: Tang San, Blue Silver Grass martial soul. His soul power can increase significantly in a short time during an outburst, but it has a clear emotional dependency. This person's emotional state is extremely unstable; not suitable for deep association.

At this moment, Tang San had already entered a state of madness.

He knelt in the center of that Blue Silver Grass field, hands raised toward the sky, tears streaming down his face, shouting the same sentence over and over again.

"Resurrect, my beloved!"

"Resurrect, my beloved!"

"Resurrect, my beloved!"

Every time he shouted this, the Blue Silver Grass grew a fraction more wildly. Those grass vines seemed to understand his call, climbing frantically and entangling everything in the vicinity.

The plaque at the academy entrance was tightly wrapped by the vines, and the three characters for "Shrek" were already more than half obscured.

Flender watched his academy's facade being destroyed, his heart twitching in pain.

But he couldn't bring himself to stop it; in Tang San's current state, stopping him might cost someone their life.

Oscar finally couldn't watch anymore and turned to Ma Hongjun, saying, "This is the most... awkward scene I've ever seen. Even more awkward than the first time I made a sausage."

Ma Hongjun rarely agreed, "Indeed. Is there something wrong with Tang San's brain? Xiao Wu is clearly alive and well, yet he insists on holding a funeral."

Dai Mubai had completely given up, "Let him cry. He'll stop when he's tired."

Zhu Zhuqing stood in the distance, watching this scene coldly without a word, but the way she looked at Tang San was as if she were looking at a stranger.

Xiao Wu only noticed the anomaly after finishing her third apple.

She sat on a branch of that large tree behind the mountain, her feet dangling, chewing on an apple while still feeling angry: Third Brother actually thinks I'm fat! Where am I fat? I'm clearly very thin!

Does he not love me anymore? Does he like Ning Rongrong? No, Ning Rongrong is from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; is he trying to climb the social ladder?

A woman's imagination is infinite. After finishing her third apple, Xiao Wu had already concocted an entire story of Tang San's infidelity.

Then, she felt the ground vibrate, coming from the direction of the academy.

Xiao Wu jumped off the tree, patted the dust off her skirt, and walked toward the academy.

As she walked out of the woods, she saw from afar that eerie blue patch at the academy entrance. Blue Silver Grass? How did it grow like this?

Getting closer, she heard Tang San's wailing.

"Resurrect, my beloved!"

Xiao Wu's footsteps faltered.

Utterly bewildered.

Getting closer still, she saw it clearly: Tang San was kneeling in a field of Blue Silver Grass, tears streaming down his face, crying toward the sky.

A circle of people stood around, all of them watching.

Yet Tang San was completely oblivious, immersed in the grief of his beloved being dead, unable to pull himself out.

Xiao Wu pushed through the crowd and walked up to Tang San.

"Third Brother, what are you doing?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough.

Tang San's crying stopped abruptly.

He raised his head, and through his tear-blurred vision, he saw Xiao Wu standing alive before him.

She was still holding half an apple in her hand, apple juice on the corner of her mouth, looking at him with a confused expression.

Tang San froze for a second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Then he lunged forward, grabbed Xiao Wu in a hug, and wailed, even louder than before.

"Xiao Wu, you're not dead! You're really not dead! That's great! The resurrection was a success!"

Tang San held Xiao Wu, crying and laughing, smearing snot and tears all over her shoulder.

Xiao Wu was completely stunned.

She looked at the crowd watching, then at this patch of Blue Silver Grass that had suddenly sprouted, and finally looked down at Tang San, who was hugging her and crying as if his wife had died.

"I wasn't dead to begin with, was I?" Xiao Wu's voice was filled with confusion. "I just went to the back mountain... to eat an apple."

Tang San raised his head, his face covered in tear tracks, and said earnestly, "But you said you were going to die!"

Xiao Wu: "You believe me when I'm just venting?"

Tang San was incredibly serious: "I do!"

The entire scene fell silent.

Then, everyone fainted in unison.

Han Li remained expressionless, but his eyelids twitched.

Xiao Yan's mouth twitched.

Shi Hao tilted his head, wearing an expression that clearly asked if this person had something wrong with his brain.

Wang Lin closed his eyes and took a deep breath, seemingly struggling to restrain himself from taking action.

Oscar was the first to speak, his voice weak: "I really... don't know what to say anymore."

Ma Hongjun: "I declare that Tang San is the most outrageous person I have ever met, bar none."

Dai Mubai: "I'm dropping out. I don't know this guy."

Ning Rongrong covered her face and laughed out loud: "Big Sister Xiao Wu, what on earth did you do to scare Third Brother like this?"

Xiao Wu looked innocent: "I just said something out of anger... I really was just going to eat an apple..."

Tang San was still clutching Xiao Wu and wouldn't let go, muttering: "You can't leave me... what will I do if you're gone... revive, my love..."

Xiao Wu slapped him on the head: "Snap out of it! I'm not dead! There's no need for a revival!"

Tang San was jolted into a bit of clarity, but his eyes remained red.

He looked at the Blue Silver Grass surrounding them, then at the crowd of onlookers, and finally at his own posture as he knelt on the ground.

His face slowly turned red.

"Um... if I said this was all a misunderstanding, would you believe me?"

The entire crowd spoke in unison: "No."