Tang San: Why Are You So Strong?

Zhu Zhuqing looked into Jiang Lan's eyes, then at her teammates lying haphazardly on the ground, and remained silent for a long while.

They were no match for Jiang Lan at all; they couldn't defeat Jiang Lan.

Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible. "We lost."

The referee raises the flag, the game is over.

The stands were initially quiet, then erupted into a frenzy.

Cheers, chatter, and whistles mingled together, almost lifting the dome of the Great Soul Arena.

Those spectators who had mocked Jiang Lan for not being tall enough before the match were now all calling his name, and the calls of "Jiang Lan" surged from all directions like a tide.

Just then, Shui Yue'er rushed over, picked up Jiang Lan, and threw him into the air.

Jiang Lan did a somersault in mid-air, and was caught by Shui Yue'er when she landed. Shui Yue'er then held her in her arms and rubbed her for a long time.

Xue Wu and Yu Hairou also gathered around, and the girls were laughing even more happily than if they had won the championship.

"My darling Jiang Lan, you're so amazing! What do you want to eat tonight? It's all on me!" Shui Yue'er was so excited she was incoherent, hugging Jiang Lan and spinning her around several times.

"Was that punch even human?" Xue Wu ruffled Jiang Lan's hair, her eyes still shining. "You even shattered the Hell White Tiger. Are you some kind of humanoid Soul Beast?"

"I am a legitimate human being." Jiang Lan struggled to peek half her face out from Shui Yue'er's embrace, trying to prove herself.

While the students at the Skywater Academy were celebrating, Shrek Academy was shrouded in gloom.

"Jiang Lan, why are you so strong?" Tang San asked Jiang Lan, unwilling to give up.

Tang San sat up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and stared straight at Jiang Lan, who was surrounded by girls. His voice was not loud, but it was like a needle, piercing through the noise and into Jiang Lan's ears.

Jiang Lan wriggled out of Shui Yue'er's arms, patted his crumpled Penguin Suit, and turned to look at Tang San. He thought for a moment, then answered seriously, "Because I eat well, sleep well, and drink milk tea often."

Several girls from the Skywater Academy nearby almost burst out laughing, but seeing Tang San's serious expression, they managed to suppress their laughter.

Tang San propped himself up on his knees, the spot on his chest where Jiang Lan had hit him still throbbed with pain.

He took a deep breath, his voice filled with emotions he himself couldn't quite describe. "You don't need to brush me off with that. I want to know, where did you get this strength? You're only six years old, yet you can already crush all of us; it's simply unreasonable."

"That makes sense." Jiang Lan tilted her head and held up three fingers. "First, I'm talented. Second, I'm lucky. Third, my older brother is amazing."

"Your older brother?"

"Sea God, I know him very well." Jiang Lan said this with the same natural expression as if she knew Uncle Zhang, the fishmonger next door.

Tang San fell silent.

He felt that Jiang Lan was playing him, but he had no proof.

It must be those Tang Sect Secret Arts that made Jiang Lan, a child, so powerful.

He is determined to reclaim the Tang Sect Secret Arts.

Tang San didn't press the matter further, but simply lowered his eyes, suppressing those surging thoughts back into his heart.

He glanced at Xiao Wu, then at Ma Hongjun, who was still slumped on the stretcher, and his fingers slowly clenched in his sleeves.

He must reclaim the Tang Sect Secret Arts. No matter what method he uses, those things rightfully belong to the Tang Sect, and to him.

Jiang Lan, a six-year-old child, wasting such a skill around; it was an insult to the Tang Sect.

Tang San took a deep breath, turned to Jiang Lan, and gave her a forced but polite smile, "I've learned a lot today. See you on the field next time."

"Okay, but remember to eat more next time." Jiang Lan waved her hand dismissively.

Jiang Lan pulled Doro over to Xiao Wu and the others, took an Ju Zi from Doro, and handed it to them.

Xiao Wu didn't answer, but glared at him with red eyes. There was no real resentment in her eyes, just a hint of sulking.

"Sister Xiao Wu, let me peel it for you." Jiang Lan peeled the Ju Zi, broke off a segment, and held it to Xiao Wu's lips.

Doro jumped onto Zhu Zhuqing's lap, took out an Ju Zi, and stuffed it into her hand.

Ning Rongrong didn't stand on ceremony. She took the Ju Zi from Jiang Lan and ate three segments in a row. She even patted Jiang Lan's head and said, "At least you have a conscience."

"Hmph." Xiao Wu finally opened her mouth and took the Ju Zi segment, saying sourly, "You win the game and you still come to fawn over us? Do you think we didn't lose badly enough?"

"No, that's not true." Jiang Lan's eyes crinkled into a smile. "The best outcome is that no one was injured. It's a competition; winning and losing are normal."

Hearing this, Ma Hongjun, who was sitting on the ground next to him and had just woken up, almost fainted again.

He really wanted to say, "You punched me in the head, and now my vision is full of Little Guga. You call that not injured?"

Seeing that Xiao Wu was willing to Ju Zi, Jiang Lan smiled so much that her eyes narrowed into slits. She then stuffed two more segments into Xiao Wu's hand and said, "I'll treat you to dinner later. Order whatever you want, as an apology."

"You're treating?" Xiao Wu looked at him suspiciously. "Do you have money?"

"Yes! I'm the owner of Honey Snow Ice City now, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is my partner." Jiang Lan puffed out her chest, her round belly bulging out from under her Penguin Suit. "Uncle Ning still owes me the final payment for several thousand Repeating Crossbow. He's quite wealthy."

More importantly, Sister Shui Yue'er and the others treated us to dinner.

Upon hearing her father's name, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but laugh, "Don't bring my dad into this. He gave you payment for the goods, and it hasn't been settled yet."

"That'll be soon." Jiang Lan waved her hand, looking confident. "I'll pay for it later; I still have money for the meal. Let's go, let's go! Sister Yanyan and Sister Lingling are coming too; it'll be more fun with more people."

His shout also attracted Dugu Yan.

Dugu Yan, who had been talking to Ye Lingling on the sidelines, raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, pulled Ye Lingling over, and casually patted Jiang Lan's hat. "At least you still have a conscience, knowing to treat me to dinner."

So a large group of people left the Great Soul Arena.

Jiang Lan walked at the front, with Xiao Wu on her right and Ning Rongrong on her left. Behind them were Zhu Zhuqing and Dugu Yan, while Ye Lingling walked side by side with Doro, surrounded by the girls from the Skywater Academy.

Shui Yue'er wanted to hug Jiang Lan, but with Xiao Wu and the others around, she had no chance to hold him in her arms and cuddle him.

Many spectators recognized him on the street, pointing and shouting, "That kid in the Penguin Suit!" Some even dared to come up and touch him, but Dugu Yan glared at them and stopped them.

"Which restaurant should we eat at?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.

"Let's go to that Red Maple Barbecue in the south of the city," Dugu Yan suggested. "Their meat is good, and their wine... no, their drinks are good too."

"Okay! Let's have Red Maple Barbecue!" Jiang Lan raised her hand in agreement, and the group walked towards the south of the city under the setting sun.