Tang San, Who Practiced His Eyes by Staring at the Sun

The next day.

While the sky was still dim, Du Hao, tucked away under his covers, heard the system chime.

"Option 1 [White]: A day's plan starts in the morning; the early bird catches the worm. Run 20 kilometers around the village and perform 2000 push-ups.

Reward: High-tier cultivation technique (random)."

"Option 2 [Black]: Hehehe, go see how the Child of Destiny of this world cultivates, and observe him by his side for a while.

Reward: Innate Full Spirit Power."

He opened his eyes, feeling groggy.

Looking at the two options popping up on the panel before him, Du Hao finally felt a bit more spirited.

He carefully examined the options above.

"Ah? Ah..." After a few yawns, Du Hao finally got out of bed and put on his clothes.

Seeing the bed beside him that had long since lost its warmth, he habitually put on the clothes that had already been prepared for him.

He stumbled to the dining table and began eating the breakfast Zhu Zhuqing had already prepared.

A top-tier technique is something I really want, but the difficulty of doing that might be a bit... He knew he was just a tiny brat right now; never mind 20 kilometers, just those 2000 push-ups alone would be enough to finish him.

He reckoned he would be completely wrecked by the time he finished running.

His gaze shifted to the content of the second option. Based on his memories, Du Hao felt that the Tang San of this world didn't seem as dark as he had previously imagined.

Occasionally, when he wandered up the mountain.

He could often see Tang San on the hillside at high noon, staring at the sun with eyes full of tears.

Moreover, he specifically chose to look when the sunlight was at its fiercest, looking exactly like a young lad with mental issues.

Furthermore, Du Hao hadn't sensed that rumored sense of maturity; it was as if Tang San were just an ordinary little boy.

At most, he had a few movements that others couldn't understand.

Therefore, based on these conclusions, it was possible that the Tang San of this world hadn't successfully undergone soul possession at all. The Tang San of this world might have counter-devoured some Buddha.

As for why Du Hao was so certain?

You had to know, could you ever see a transmigrated soul who followed a group of little brats to run around the mountains and fields every afternoon? And often played with cow dung?

(PS: Du Hao, who hadn't awakened his memories yet, was among them.)

Over these years, the naughtiness of the children in the village had risen by several levels. They were so detested that people feared Tang San, this "mastermind," would lead this group of bear children to throw cow dung at their homes.

Thinking of this, Du Hao couldn't help but laugh out loud, nearly choking while he was eating.

A moment later.

After finishing his breakfast, Du Hao walked with light steps toward the small hillside not far away.

That place was the spot where Tang San appeared most often from morning until noon.

Basically, as long as it wasn't windy or raining, that place was guaranteed to spawn Tang San—the kind who shed tears...

Today was no exception. As soon as he climbed the hillside, he saw Tang San, eyes wide open, flirting with Father Sun.

Noticing the movement, Tang San, who was looking at the sky, didn't turn his head. He just stared at the sky without moving and asked toward this side.

"Brother Hao? Is that you?"

"It's me. Are you flirting with the sun again today? How long do you plan to keep it up this time?" Looking at Tang San's bloodshot eyes, Du Hao greeted him with a smile.

Hearing Du Hao's teasing from this side.

Tang San remained unmoved. "What do you mean flirting? I'm practicing!"

"When I asked you guys to practice with me before, you refused to do it no matter what. You'll be green with envy later!" By the end, Tang San's tone was practically grinding his teeth.

He had to know, he had some memories of cultivation techniques in his mind since he was little. Although they weren't entirely complete, according to his old man, these were some top-tier techniques.

They would be beneficial for his future spirit power cultivation.

And so, when he first heard this good news, the innocent Tang San shared it with his little friends without hesitation, only for his good intentions to be treated like donkey lungs.

That very night, a large group of parents besieged his house, claiming he was causing great harm. They had nearly blinded a dozen little brats...

If the situation hadn't been minor, and if his old man, Tang Hao, hadn't compensated each person with a few Gold Spirit Coins, he feared the children in his village wouldn't even dare to play with him anymore.

Thinking of the scene where he was beaten by his dad that night, Tang San's backside ached faintly.

Du Hao, who had already sat down cross-legged nearby, chuckled as he watched Tang San in this state.

After all, he had been harmed quite badly by this guy back then.

"Brother Hao? Why do you keep staring at me? Are the Little Chickens not out plowing the fields today?" The nicknames of the village children were basically based on animals, except for the special case of Little San.

Moreover, everyone was in agreement about this nickname; they had no objections, always feeling that it suited him perfectly.

"No, I just feel like today is perfect for sunbathing." Du Hao casually found an excuse to ensure he could stare at Tang San for an hour.

After all, at their current age, they basically didn't have too many ulterior motives.

Hearing his little friend say this, Tang San didn't ask any further. After all, he still had to practice according to the techniques in his mind.

Although he didn't remember it very clearly, the technique seemed to say that as long as one stared at the sun or something, they could practice some kind of Purple Eye, which could increase their mental power?

According to his old man, it sounded pretty impressive.

Just like that, the two of them quieted down. One stared intensely at the sun, while the other lay in the grass, foolishly watching the figure in front of him.

Time quickly reached noon.

Du Hao, who had been staring blankly ahead, was suddenly roused by a crisp voice.

"A-Hao? Little Hao?!!"

Upon hearing the final loud shout, Du Hao, who had still been dazed, sat up abruptly.

He looked at the black-haired figure beside him with vacant eyes.

"Huh? What's wrong?" At this moment, Du Hao's head was still a bit foggy, and he instinctively asked in confusion.

Looking at her little master, Zhu Zhuqing helplessly stroked her forehead. "What time do you think it is? Aren't you going home to eat?"

"I spent so long looking for you." By the end, there was a hint of disdain in Zhu Zhuqing's tone.

Hearing Zhu Zhuqing say this, Du Hao finally reacted and jumped to his feet.

He began searching for Tang San's figure.

"Hey, no need to be so dramatic, I'm right behind you..." A familiar voice, tinged with speechlessness, sounded from behind him.

Seeing Tang San standing behind him, Du Hao let out a sharp sigh of relief. "I thought you'd ditched me and gone back alone."

"I shouldn't have bothered leading the way; I should've just left you here to sleep until nightfall." Tang San, his eyes still a bit red and swollen, wore a look of utter disgust and a sour expression.

"And what is going on with you? Are you into something this twisted? Who is this young lady?" His gaze, full of suspicion, wandered between Du Hao and Zhu Zhuqing.

Based on those incomplete memories in his mind, could he conclude that his little companion was actually a bit of a perverted bad kid?

Besides, why did this black-haired girl in a maid outfit seem like someone he had seen on a snowy field one winter?

Could it be that he remembered wrong?