Tang San: Why Does It Feel Like Something's On My Head

Chu Qing turned his head to see that it was Rongrong. Three years had passed, and she had shed the childish innocence of her youth. Her long, raven-black hair reached her waist, her figure was delicate and graceful, and the only thing that hadn't changed was the pair of dimples that still appeared whenever she smiled.

"Rongrong, what did you say? Is it time to start hunting for our third spirit rings?" Chu Qing asked, puzzled.

"Yes! The Dean said it himself; he's leading the team out in five days. Wait, didn't the Dean tell you when he called you in today? Brother, you..." Rongrong suddenly realized something and looked at Chu Qing with concern.

These past two years had not been easy for Chu Qing. Because his progress had stagnated, he had initially been highly regarded by the Dean, but as his strength stopped growing, Flender and Zhao Wuji had become increasingly cold toward him. As for the little fatty Ma Hongjun, after being soundly beaten by him, he didn't dare to provoke him openly, but his eyes still betrayed his disdain.

The fact that the Dean hadn't even notified him this time clearly meant he didn't want to bring him along. When the Dean called him in today, he hadn't mentioned this at all, merely assigning him to receive the new students.

Everything pointed to the fact that he was unwelcome. By now, most of the students in Shrek had broken through level 29. Rongrong had broken through level 20 a year ago and obtained her second spirit ring; thanks to the help of an Immortal Herb and her own talent, she had now reached level 30. Only Chu Qing remained stuck at level 29, which was why she was so worried.

Chu Qing offered a gentle smile, stroked Rongrong's soft, long hair, and said, "Don't worry, Rongrong. I've already found a perfect way to solve the problem. Within five days, I will definitely break through to level 30."

Looking at the beautiful girl before him, a warmth rose in Chu Qing's heart. Over the past two years, as he failed to advance, he had often felt depressed, and only Rongrong had stayed by his side, never leaving him.

Rongrong exclaimed in surprise, "Really, Brother? That's amazing! I knew this little problem couldn't stump my brother!" In her excitement, she actually grabbed Chu Qing's hand.

Her face flushed, and just as she was about to pull away, Chu Qing didn't let go; instead, he tightened his grip on Rongrong's hand.

The two locked eyes, and an inexplicable emotion welled up between them. Neither spoke, but their inner feelings were conveyed through the silent air.

Rongrong was the first to succumb to the atmosphere. She hurriedly pulled her hand away, muttered, "Brother, I'm leaving," and rushed away from the scene.

Chu Qing smiled, said nothing, and left as well, heading toward his dormitory.

Because he was not valued, no one shared a room with him. Chu Qing lived alone, which he found quite comfortable.

He sensed the spirit power fluctuations in his body once more. His spirit power had long since overflowed, condensed into something almost tangible, yet it remained firmly locked at level 29, unable to break through. But now, the opportunity had arrived.

Chu Qing smiled and soon drifted into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, before the sun had risen and while the eastern sky was just beginning to turn a pale, fish-belly white, Chu Qing woke up and stepped out of his room, intending to get something to eat at the cafeteria, only to run into a girl walking in.

The girl was dressed in a small pink outfit. Her eyebrows were curved like the moon, and her face was fair and tender, exuding a delicate cuteness. However, in contrast, her expression was heavy and complex. She finally walked up to Chu Qing's door, looking as if she had something to say but was holding back.

Chu Qing was in no hurry; he stared at her without speaking. Finally, the girl couldn't hold it in any longer and blurted out, "Chu Qing, can you let Tang San go?"

Chu Qing was stunned, then let out a mocking laugh. "Let him go? Xiao Wu, do you know what you're saying? From the very beginning, I never wanted any conflict with Tang San. It was him, time and time again, looking for trouble with me. I was magnanimous and didn't hold it against him. When he enrolled, I even called him junior. I wanted to turn the page on the past, but what did your 'Third Brother' do? Hmm? Using hidden weapons in the dark? Trying to kill me? If my spirit power hadn't sensed it, I probably wouldn't be standing here in front of you now, listening to you talk about forgiveness."

Xiao Wu looked at the handsome youth before her. A ray of sunlight filtered through the tree shadows in front of the room, casting light on Chu Qing and adding a sense of vigor to his already masculine face.

She bit her lip, her body tense. Her small lips moved, but she couldn't say anything. Although she hated what Tang San had done, she couldn't let go of her feelings for him, yet she couldn't refute Chu Qing either.

"Setting that aside, aren't you at fault too!" Xiao Wu looked at Chu Qing with a hint of resentment. She didn't want her Third Brother to become so sinister. He used to be such a composed youth! Whenever Chu Qing was mentioned, he would immediately change, becoming like a venomous snake. Sometimes, even she felt afraid watching him.

Chu Qing sneered. He couldn't understand the rabbit's train of thought. What did she mean by "aren't you at fault too"? It was as if he were the one looking for trouble. With a violent motion, he reached out and grabbed Xiao Wu by the throat, snarling, "What, do you want to do something for your dear Third Brother?"

Xiao Wu struggled with her fair, delicate hands, trying to pry Chu Qing's arm away, but it was in vain.

Seeing Xiao Wu's face turn pale, Chu Qing finally released her, looking at her with a cold, stern expression.

Xiao Wu gasped for air. After a moment, she lifted her head, stared into Chu Qing's bewitching eyes, and said, "For Third Brother, I am willing to do anything! No matter what it is, as long as you promise me not to hurt him."

Chu Qing smiled and said, "That's not difficult. Come closer."

Xiao Wu's eyes brightened. She leaned in without hesitation, looking at Chu Qing with hope.

Chu Qing leaned his head close to Xiao Wu and bit her cute earlobe, his masculine scent washing over her neck as he whispered, "This is it."

At this point, how could Xiao Wu not understand what Chu Qing meant? She lowered her head in shyness. For the sake of her Third Brother, she was willing to do anything.

Chu Qing smiled triumphantly, scooped up the petite Xiao Wu, and walked into the room.

Xiao Wu's chest heaved violently, her smooth legs curling and tensing. For some reason, she didn't feel much resistance.

"Chu Qing, be gentle..." She shyly buried her head, leaning against the man's sturdy chest, and closed her eyes.

On the other side, Tang San was suddenly jolted awake by a nightmare. In the dream, Xiao Wu suddenly said to him, "I'm sorry, Third Brother, I'm leaving."

His chest felt tight, an uncontrollable sense of oppression weighing him down. How could he have such a dream? His relationship with Xiao Wu had always been excellent; they had never even argued. Her voice calling him "Third Brother" still echoed in his ears. How could he have such a dream?

Tang San frowned, suddenly feeling as if something had been added to his head.