Do You Need a Reason to Beat Up Gangzi?

Where was Qian Ren Shuang in all this? As the saying went, even a starving camel was bigger than a horse. He had gone to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as an envoy at nine years old, and though he no longer lived the way he had in Spirit Hall, with every need catered to, his living conditions still had nothing to do with the words "malnourished." He had eaten well, drunk well, and slept well since childhood, and his body was sturdy as could be.

"Mm-hm. From now on, I'll definitely eat properly," Tang San said after hearing Xiao Wu's words, nodding seriously as he silently set himself a goal: eat more, gain weight.

By the middle of the night, the group finally dragged themselves back to Shrek Academy, utterly exhausted.

"I'm going back to get a good sleep..." Oscar yawned, drifting toward the dorms before he had even finished speaking. "See you tomorrow..."

"See you tomorrow," everyone answered one after another, then went their separate ways.

But for Zhao Wuji, tonight was destined to be sleepless.

One reason was that back in the Star Dou Forest, he had cursed and fucked Tang San's mother verbally.

The other reason was that Zhao Wuji had treated Tang San like a chicken slaughtered to scare the monkeys, using him to establish authority.

As the person directly involved, Tang Hao had no cuckold fetish.

That very night, he hid in the shadows and caught Zhao Wuji dead to rights, then beat him up viciously.

Although Tang Hao controlled his strength during the beating and did not cripple Zhao Wuji completely, compared with the original version, he still hit much harder.

Roughly to the extent of "not getting out of bed for ten days or so."

The next day, just as the sky had begun to pale with the first hint of dawn, all of Shrek Academy was still shrouded in the thin mist of early morning.

The door to Qian Ren Shuang's room was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

Bang!

The door slammed hard into the wall with a tremendous crash, jolting Qian Ren Shuang awake from his sleep.

"Hm? Who is it?" Qian Ren Shuang's voice was hoarse and irritable, clearly full of waking-up rage. "Don't you know I'm injured right now and need proper rest?!"

He narrowed his eyes and looked toward the doorway, where he saw a middle-aged man standing there. The man's hair was combed immaculately, he wore clean and tidy clothes, and his face carried an expression that seemed to say, "You should feel honored."

"Ahem." The man cleared his throat, not the least bit displeased by Qian Ren Shuang's unfriendly tone. Instead, he straightened his collar, as though every word he was about to say deserved to be recorded in history. "Allow me to introduce myself—I am the one who, through my own research, proposed the 'Ten Core Spirit Competencies,' was personally granted the title of 'Grandmaster' by the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, am hailed as the strongest in spirit theory, the Corner of Wisdom of the Golden Iron Triangle, the wisest soul master, Yu Xiaogang. The world calls me—Grand—master!"

He finished that long string of titles in one breath, his chin lifting slightly, his eyes filled with the words, "Well? Shocked, aren't you?"

Guilmon had also been woken up. It lifted its head from the bedding on the floor beside the bed and looked at Yu Xiaogang with its big, watery eyes. After listening to that long self-introduction, it wore a face full of worship, completely taken in. "You're that amazing?"

Guilmon still retained a childlike innocence, and had absolutely no resistance to titles that sounded impressive.

"That's right." Yu Xiaogang was clearly very pleased with Guilmon's reaction. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he nodded.

"If you've got something to say, say it. If you've got a fart to let out, let it out!"

Qian Ren Shuang gave him no pleasant expression at all. He did not care whether the man was Grandmaster, Middlemaster, or Smallmaster. As far as he was concerned, the current situation was simply this: the other party had woken him up.

"How does this person know my spirit ability is farting?" A trace of doubt flashed through Yu Xiaogang's mind, but he quickly resolved it on his own.

"Could he be my fan? Yes, he must be my fan. Because both of us have external spirit manifestations—he must have been paying attention to me for a long time. This attitude of his is nothing more than playing hard to get."

In just a few short seconds, Yu Xiaogang completed his own brainwashing. The expression on his face shifted from confusion to understanding, then from understanding to smugness.

He pressed both hands lightly downward in a "calm down" gesture, organized his words, and spoke again, his tone carrying a little more scholarly reserve than before. "I would like to use you as the subject of an investigation, to further perfect the theory of the 'Ten Core Spirit Competencies' that I previously proposed."

Faced with such a boring reason, Qian Ren Shuang was just about to roll over and go back to sleep when something suddenly jolted in his mind.

Wait.

This guy seemed to be that lover his mother was always going on about.

Most of Qian Ren Shuang's drowsiness instantly vanished, and his eyes snapped open.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qian Ren Shuang acted purely on instinct: he jumped out of bed and kicked Yu Xiaogang hard in the lower abdomen.

"You're noisy as hell! Coming to find me this early—are you sick in the head?!"

Yu Xiaogang was kicked clean out the door, flying backward until his back slammed into the corridor wall with a muffled thud.

Qian Ren Shuang stood in the doorway, his hair a mess like a bird's nest and his eyes half-open, half-closed—but the words from his mouth were clearer and harsher with every sentence. "Fuck your mother, you motherless unlucky bastard. You think the whole world revolves around you? If you keep blabbering a whole bunch and disturbing my sleep, I'll beat the shit out of you, then beat you back into the shit, and finally use your shit to beat you!"

This string of curses flowed as smoothly as running water, completed in one breath. Clearly, all the waking-up rage he had accumulated had erupted at once.

Although Qian Ren Shuang was still in a "bleary-eyed" state and could bring out less than thirty percent of his peak strength, it was plainly enough to deal with Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang crawled up from the ground, clutching his stomach, his face livid. His lips trembled twice, but after being cursed out like that, he was actually stunned speechless for a while, unable to figure out how to retort.

There were three reasons why Qian Ren Shuang's kick had been so heavy.

First, and most directly—waking-up rage. Anyone whose door was kicked open and who was woken while sleeping soundly would not look kindly on it.

Qian Ren Shuang's waking-up rage was already severe to begin with.

Second, he knew who this Yu Xiaogang was. Bibi Dong's beloved. The man his mother had never been able to stop thinking about for decades.

Qian Ren Shuang's feelings toward Bibi Dong were very complicated—he could not say he hated her, but he could not say he was close to her either. But one thing was certain: he wanted to smack every single person Bibi Dong acknowledged.

Third, and most importantly—misdirected anger. The mother-son relationship between Qian Ren Shuang and Bibi Dong was poor. He did not like Bibi Dong, and by association, he felt an inexplicable aversion toward anyone Bibi Dong acknowledged. Yu Xiaogang had happened to walk right into the line of fire.

That said, although Qian Ren Shuang felt uncomfortable about Bibi Dong, he would not actually do anything too excessive.

At worst, he would find all kinds of ways to disgust her a little, such as pouring out all the fine wine Bibi Dong had collected and replacing it with chili water or something like that.

Qian Ren Shuang's behavior was merely extreme; he was not a beast. Of course he would not try to kill Bibi Dong the way the Asura God had arranged.