All Tang Wulin remembered was that when they returned that afternoon, Xie Xie had looked utterly exhausted and excited.
The days passed, one after another.
Since that battle, managing the class had become much easier for Tang Wulin.
Those he had sent flying with a single hammer blow in the competition, those he had kindly escorted off the battlefield, and those who had witnessed Xu Yucheng kneeling and begging for mercy in the classroom had all quieted down.
It was not respect, but fear. Fear worked better than respect. When Tang Wulin walked down the classroom corridor, the people on either side automatically stepped aside. Some lowered their heads to stare at their shoes; others pretended to turn the pages of a book. Only Gu Yue walked beside him, her steps as swift and steady as his.
His relationship with Yuanen Yehui and Yue Zhengyu also grew increasingly friendly.
There was no longer any need to knock on the forging room door. Whenever Yuanen Yehui came, she simply pushed it open and leaned against the doorframe to watch him forge, her red hair resting on her shoulders. She said nothing, only watched.
Her pair of heavy silver gauntlets had already been completed. She had tried them on once, and both the speed and force of her punches had improved by more than ten percent. When she put the gauntlets into her Storage Soul Tool, her fingers lingered on their surface for a moment, her fingertips brushing over the fine hammer marks. She said nothing, but Tang Wulin saw the corners of her mouth twitch.
Yuanen Yehui presented herself as a boy at the academy. The returned Tang Wulin was currently the only person who knew her true gender. Since he thought the way Xie Xie had discovered it was a