Xie Xie clutched his swollen cheek and wandered aimlessly around campus like an injured stray dog. He dared not return to the dorm, afraid that Tang Wulin, that guy who "put romance before friends," would finish him off. Even less did he dare face Yuanen Yehui's murderous gaze.
Before he knew it, he had turned onto a quiet path and arrived outside a rather dilapidated courtyard.
Inside, a plainly dressed old man with graying hair was leisurely sweeping fallen leaves with a large broom. His movements looked casual, even a little lazy, yet every sweep made the leaves gather obediently together, as though they wanted to stay there.
"Hey, old man." Already in a foul mood, Xie Xie instinctively wanted someone to vent at when he saw him. "What are you looking at? Never seen a handsome guy get beaten up?"
The old man stopped sweeping and raised his eyelids. His clouded eyes passed over Xie Xie's face, swollen like a pig's head, before he said unhurriedly, "You're too slow, boy. If you'd been a little faster just now, you might have dodged that punch, or... handled things a little more gracefully."
"Slow?!"
That word struck Xie Xie right where it hurt. As an Agility Attack System Battle Spirit Master, speed was his lifeblood, the asset he took the greatest pride in.
"What do you know?" Xie Xie jumped up indignantly, though pulling at the injuries on his face made him grimace. "My speed should rank first among the younger generation, right? Even if I'm not first, I'm definitely in the top ten! What the hell does an old sweeper like you know about the agility attack system?"
Rather than getting angry, the old man gave a meaningful smile. He began sweeping again, his tone as casual as if he