"Boss! Come look!"
Xie Xie's voice burst from the window, shrill and urgent as a cat whose tail had been stepped on. One hand gripped the frame while the other waved frantically at Tang Wulin. He was practically leaning out of the window. The Work-Study Student Dormitory had old sliding windows, and the wooden frame had warped. When he shoved it, the pane caught in its track with a piercing creak. Dust sifted from the gap, hanging in the morning light like golden mist.
"Hm?"
Tang Wulin stirred. He hadn't been fully awake to begin with. He had spent too long in the Sea of Spirit last night, and his head still felt heavy as lead. He rubbed the corners of his eyes, dragged his fingertips across his eyelids, and sat up on the metal bunk. The bed frame gave a dull creak beneath him, and the wrinkles in his bedding deepened. Xie Xie pulled him to the window and jabbed a finger at the glass. "Isn't that the blond guy, Boss?"
Tang Wulin narrowed his eyes and looked out.
The Work-Study Student Dormitory windows faced the courtyard. A thin layer of dust coated the glass, leaving everything outside hazy. On the stone path below, a short-haired blond boy was walking toward them. Sunlight caught in his hair, making him look like a moving source of light. He walked slowly and steadily, each step on the stone carrying an air of deliberate composure.
Tang Wulin searched his memories of his previous life.
Yue Zhengyu. Heir to the Holy Angel Family, the second-year "Angel Prince." He was probably here for Yuanen. In his previous life, Yue Zhengyu had remained suspicious of Yuanen Yehui's Martial Soul at this point. He came to the Work-Study Student Dormitory every few days, supposedly to "investigate