Gu Yue's Mutterings: Is the Dragon Queen Male or Female?

"Why are you two standing so far apart? What exactly is going on?"

Xie Xie fled to Tang Wulin's side, rubbing his bruised arm and complaining in a low voice.

"I'm just saying, we've known each other for so long, is it really worth turning into enemies over a woman?"

He paused, suddenly struck by a crucial question.

"By the way, is Lin An a man or a woman? If he's a man, Tang Wulin, you back off and we'll stay brothers. If she's a woman, Gu Yue, you shouldn't be pining after her either."

He felt his proposal was perfectly fair.

Tang Wulin and Gu Yue turned their gazes toward him simultaneously.

"What do you know?"

"You don't understand."

The two spoke in unison.

Xie Xie's expression crumbled.

"Fine, fine, fine, I don't understand, I'm leaving."

He raised his hands and retreated to the side, knowing when to quit.

Gu Yue and Tang Wulin stared coldly at each other from several meters away.

Gu Yue was filled with resentment.

Damn it, the fog was too thick earlier, and the dragon scale wasn't positioned well.

She couldn't tell at all whether the Dragon Queen was a man or a woman.

But the Dragon Queen was so attentive to Tang Wulin, giving him medicine, clearing his meridians, and even inviting him to her dormitory.

Could it be... that the Dragon Queen really is a woman?

She felt a murmur of doubt in her heart.

It seemed she would have to find an opportunity to verify it herself.

Otherwise, if she were missing a root, her competitiveness would indeed be greatly weakened.

Just then, Wu Zhangkong's gaze swept across the entire formation and suddenly stopped.

His brows furrowed slightly, and his expression darkened visibly.

"Where is Lin An?"

The three words were as cold as ice picks hitting the ground.

The formation fell silent for a moment.

Xie Xie bit the bullet and stepped forward, his voice wavering: "Report, Teacher Wu, he isn't feeling well and is resting in the dormitory."

"Not feeling well?"

Wu Zhangkong smiled.

The smile was so cold it sent a chill down everyone's spine.

"He was perfectly fine during the morning combat class, even taking first place in the class without throwing a single punch. How is it that he's suddenly unwell for my afternoon class?"

His voice rose sharply, like a whip cracking through the air.

Xie Xie shrank his neck, not daring to answer.

"Teacher Wu, Lin An helped us cultivate last night and didn't sleep at all," Tang Wulin stepped forward to explain. "He really—"

"Enough."

Wu Zhangkong cut him off, the coldness in his voice almost solidifying.

"On the first day of school, he didn't sleep all night—who knows what he was doing? And he dares to skip my class?"

Dark anger surged within him.

He hated privilege above all else; this second-generation brat thought he could show up for class when he wanted and sleep in when he didn't.

Others were training with their lives on the line, sweating and bleeding, so why should he be special? Just because he had money?

"Continue the extra training. No stopping."

Wu Zhangkong swept a cold gaze across the field.

"Ten extra laps for everyone. No soul power allowed. Whatever wasn't finished this morning, make it up now."

A chorus of stifled groans rose from the formation.

After speaking, Wu Zhangkong turned and walked toward the boys' dormitory building.

He was going to personally drag that pampered young master out.

He would teach him a harsh lesson.

Being a rich second-generation wouldn't save him.

In his class, laziness would not be tolerated.

Aren't you feeling well?

Then let's see for ourselves exactly what is wrong.

Gu Yue watched Wu Zhangkong's retreating back, her expression shifting.

Oh no.

She hurriedly pulled out her communicator, her fingers tapping rapidly across the screen.

"Wife! Run! Old Ghost Wu is coming to catch you!"

At this moment, on the tree-lined path leading to the dormitory building, Wu Zhangkong's pace grew faster and faster.

His white robes fluttered in the wind.

The chill radiating from his body had almost solidified.

Students passing by saw him from afar and scrambled to both sides as if they had seen a ghost.

They didn't even dare to greet him.

Long Hengxu had just turned the corner from the teaching building.

He was holding a freshly brewed cup of goji berry tea.

Before he could even blow on it to cool it down, he saw Wu Zhangkong striding toward the dormitory building.

His heart skipped a beat, and he nearly dropped his teacup.

"Teacher Wu! Teacher Wu!"

Long Hengxu took two steps in one to catch up, grabbing Wu Zhangkong by the sleeve.

Before he could even catch his breath, he spoke in a rush.

"Where are you going?"

"To find my student." Wu Zhangkong didn't stop, his voice as cold as a blade. "Skipping class on the very first day? What will happen in the future?"

Long Hengxu's brain buzzed.

As expected.

The thing he feared most had come to pass.

"I have already approved Student Lin An's leave request."

Long Hengxu bit the bullet and blocked Wu Zhangkong's path, forcing an awkward smile. "Please go back, let him get some rest—"

"He is my student." Wu Zhangkong stopped, looking down at Long Hengxu with eyes devoid of warmth. "For my class, no one can approve leave except for me."

Long Hengxu felt his blood pressure soaring.

This stubborn mule.

He took a deep breath, lowered his voice, and pulled Wu Zhangkong into the shade of a tree by the side of the road.

He looked left and right to ensure no one was around before gritting his teeth and speaking.

"Teacher Wu, can't you give me some face? Can you stop making a scene? We just had that incident with Gu Yue this morning, and then someone caused a scene by splashing soup in the cafeteria. I've been the Dean of Students for so many years, and I haven't had as much trouble in all that time as I've had today!"

The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, his spit nearly flying out.

"Don't you know who he is? If you really provoke him, even selling you off wouldn't be enough to pay the damages! Can't you just let him have some peace?"

Wu Zhangkong looked at him expressionlessly.

"I don't care." The three words were like nails driven into the floor. "He is my student, and I am his homeroom teacher; he should be under my jurisdiction. No one dares to skip my class."

Long Hengxu felt a lump of frustration stuck in his chest.

He stared at Wu Zhangkong's cold face for several seconds, then suddenly took a deep breath and dragged Wu Zhangkong a few more steps into the depths of the shade.

"Fine, you want a reason, right? I'll give you one."

His voice was pressed extremely low, so low it was almost scattered by the wind.

"Do you want to know why that young master came to our remote little place without a single bodyguard by his side?"

Wu Zhangkong's eyebrows twitched slightly.

He had indeed pondered this question.

The young master of the Universal Group had an incalculable net worth.

Never mind kidnapping; just that face alone was enough to invite trouble.

Under normal circumstances, such a figure should have seven or eight Soul Saint-level guards following him in the shadows.

Yet, in the two days since Lin An enrolled, aside from a few students hovering around him, not a single decent attendant had been seen.

It defied logic.

But Wu Zhangkong only coldly spat out two words.

"I don't."

Long Hengxu choked, nearly gagging to death.

He stared at Wu Zhangkong for three seconds, completely abandoning the idea of reasoning with him.

"I'll tell you in secret, but don't you go telling anyone else it was me who said it."

Long Hengxu leaned into Wu Zhangkong's ear, his voice thinner than a mosquito's. "It's rumored that above our heads—"

He extended a finger and pointed toward the sky.

Wu Zhangkong instinctively looked up.

Above them was only a sheet of lead-gray clouds, pressing the sky down low.

Within the cloud layer, lightning rolled vaguely, much like the lingering resonance of the bolt that had struck Li Chushui that morning.

He saw nothing at all.

"There is a True God-ranked mecha."

Long Hengxu's voice rang in his ear, carrying a tremor he hadn't even noticed himself.

"It has locked onto the entirety of East Sea City."