Tang San, You Are Tough, Surviving Something So Thick

He pulled the stick of incense out of the ground and began blowing on it continuously.

"Hoo hoo hoo—Alright! Time is up! You win!"

Xiao Wu instantly retracted her offensive stance, hugged ten pieces of Fat Guga, and used Teleportation to return to the ground.

"Thud—"

Zhao Wuji slammed heavily onto the ground, collapsing there motionless with blank eyes staring at the sky and an expression of utter despair on his face.

Li Yusong hurried over.

"Hey, old Zhao, how are you? Are you dead or not? If you're dead, I'm going to go inherit that jar of wine under your bed before you get cold."

"Get lost, I'm just a bit embarrassed. Damn it, I actually got played like a ball by a little girl and a few Penguins, and my eyes almost got blinded by the flash."

Li Yusong smiled and pulled that tooth out of his trouser pocket.

"Here, go to town and pay to get it fixed, it can still grow back."

Zhao Wuji snatched it over and pressed it right into his mouth.

Lin Xiao and Ning Rongrong slowly descended, and the Mechanic Gugas stepped forward to quickly dismantle things.

"How is it, did we pass the test?"

Zhao Wuji waved his hand feebly.

"Passed, you passed. Old Li, take them to the dorms, I still need to lie down for a while and contemplate life."

Li Yusong shook his head, took the lead to step forward, and raised a hand to signal everyone to follow.

"Come with me, I'll take you to Shrek's dorms."

Lin Xiao, Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing immediately followed, and Gugas of all sizes formed groups, trailing massively behind the procession.

"This is the girls' dorm, and further ahead is the boys' dorm."

Li Yusong pointed at several dilapidated wooden houses.

The walls were mottled, the wood color was dark, the doors and windows were of the simplest old-fashioned styles, and a mouse even flashed past.

Ning Rongrong frowned with a face full of disgust.

"No way, such a crappy dorm? Wouldn't even live in it if I were a dog."

"..."

"Sigh... No choice, the academy has no money, just make do with it for now. You'll get used to living here after a while."

Li Yusong was also very helpless; who asked the academy's dean to be so stingy?

Lin Xiao clapped his hands.

"Gugas! Our dwelling is up to you!"

"Guga!"

Engineer Guga, Electrician Guga, Plumber Guga, Mason Guga, Painter Guga...

They all carried tools and ran toward an open space.

"Clang clang clang—"

A burst of dust enshrouded the construction site.

After just a short moment, an exquisite set of houses had risen from a flat piece of land, and they were even continuously adding floors upward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Li Yusong stood dazedly in place, his mind entirely filled with:

Who am I? Where am I? Is this right?

Zhu Zhuqing rubbed Little Guga, truly unable to hold back her curiosity:

"Lin Xiao, may I ask what type your Martial Soul actually is?"

Lin Xiao put his hands on his hips and said proudly:

"Of course it's the all-around type. Attack, defense, support, daily life—it can do everything.

No matter what you need, there's a Guga that knows how to do it."

Zhu Zhuqing fell silent.

It really was like the heavens chasing after someone to force-feed them meals.

Meanwhile.

Inside the boys' dorm.

Tang San lay prone on the bed, completely exhausted all over.

"Little Oscar! Hurry up and make a Healing Big Sausage, someone is injured!"

Dai Mubai reached out, continuously shaking Oscar, who was curled up in the quilt and soundly asleep.

"Boss Dai? Who's injured?"

Oscar got up in a daze and yawned.

Dai Mubai pointed at Tang San on the bed.

"His name is Tang San, our future classmate. Because he's injured, his assessment is postponed."

"Oh~~ Laozi has a big sausage!"

Oscar shoved the sausage right up to his mouth.

"Come on, eat it. You'll feel much better once you eat my sausage."

"Thanks..."

Tang San bit down hard, and warm Soul Power instantly surged through his limbs and bones, easing the pain in his chrysanthemum quite a bit.

Oscar watched him with curiosity.

"Boss Dai, why is he injured there? And you still have blood on your face—could it be..."

Halfway through his sentence, his gaze suddenly turned suggestive and weird, and he blinked and winked at Dai Mubai, imagining a bunch of bizarre scenarios.

Dai Mubai wiped his face fiercely with a towel in horror, looking as though he wanted to scrub off a layer of skin.

Then he glared fiercely at him.

"If you let your imagination run wild again, I'll tie you up and throw you to Fatty to vent his steam!"

Oscar shivered all over, slipped and fell to the floor with a thud, and hugged Dai Mubai's legs with a pale face.

"Boss Dai, I was wrong! Don't do this to me!"

"Hmph, Tang San was ambushed with an iron rod.

You have no idea, that iron rod was this thick and this long, and it went straight in halfway."

Dai Mubai gestured with his hands to show the thickness and length of the iron rod.

Oscar swallowed hard and gave Tang San a thumbs-up.

"Brother Tang San, I admire you.

To take a hit that brutal and still manage to just look weak—if it were me, I'd have dropped dead right on the spot!"

Tang San's face twitched, and he didn't know how to respond.

Should he say his tolerance was vast and that iron rod was just a drop in the bucket?

Or should he just curse and offend a teammate who was a Food-type Soul Master?

"Clang-clang-clang—buzz—buzz—"

A commotion mixed with hammering and metal friction drifted in through the window, the buzzing vibration making even the ground tremble slightly.

"What's that sound?"

Full of curiosity, Oscar reached out and pushed open the wooden dormitory door.

As soon as the door pulled open, the sight outside left him dumbfounded.

"Holy shit! Boss Dai, Tang San, look! What a gorgeous house!"

Dai Mubai poked his head out as well and instantly widened his eyes.

He clearly remembered that when he slowly brought Tang San over to the boys' dormitory, there was still nothing over on the girls' dormitory side.

How did such a luxurious house suddenly pop up in the blink of an eye?

"Let's go take a look."

The two of them jogged toward the building.

Tang San was extremely curious as well and wanted to watch, but he could only lie flat on the bed, completely unable to move.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Dai Mubai and Oscar arrived in front of the building and saw Lin Xiao and the others in the distance, along with Guga finishing up the work.

"What on earth is going on with that pretty boy's Martial Soul? To actually build a house like this in such a short time."

Dai Mubai muttered to himself.

Oscar's gaze, however, was drawn to Ning Rongrong standing beside Lin Xiao.

Ning Rongrong was hugging Guga, flipping her hair back with one hand.

Oscar's lips trembled with excitement, hearts welled up in his eyes, and his heart pounded wildly in his chest.

He leaned against Dai Mubai's shoulder, his voice turning soft and sweet as he wore a thoroughly intoxicated expression:

"Boss Dai, I think I'm in love~ She's so pretty."

Dai Mubai glanced sideways at the love-struck Oscar, raised a hand with a helpless expression, and patted the back of his head.

"Wake up, stop daydreaming. That girl is tangled up with that pretty boy anyway—do you really think she'd ever look at you?"

"What if? What if she just happens to like my type?! Even a toad wants to eat swan meat, and if I don't try, I'm even lower than a toad."

Dai Mubai rolled his eyes, a plan instantly forming in his mind.

"What you said is right, Little Oscar. I'll back you up. I'll use my years of experience picking up girls to give you a pointer."

Oscar grabbed Dai Mubai's arm in a surge of excitement, his tone incomparably sincere.

"Boss Dai! Good brother! For life!"

"Little Oscar, you just need to..."

Dai Mubai leaned close to Oscar's ear and muttered something or other.

Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong and the others on the other side noticed the two sneaky fellows.