"(＾Ｕ＾)ノ~YO, the boss is back!"
A shout rang out from the end of the corridor.
The next second, Loki climbed out of a second-floor window.
His landing was a complete disaster. His skirt caught on the window latch, leaving him dangling upside down for half a second before he fell into the flower bed with a thud.
Dirt splattered all over his face.
Loki did not bother wiping it off. He scrambled up and charged toward the perimeter wall.
He had barely taken three steps when someone grabbed the back of his collar.
"Why are you running?"
Yang Ming stood behind him, his left arm still bandaged, but his right hand was as steady as an iron clamp.
Loki's feet left the ground, and he kicked twice in vain.
"Let me go! I have important things to do!"
"Such as?"
"Going back to the dorm to pack!"
"What luggage do you even have?"
Loki shut his mouth.
He had only two tracksuits at the school: one gray, the other blue and washed almost white.
Even his suitcase was a secondhand thing Yang Ming had casually pulled out of the Storage Ring.
Yang Ming set him back on the ground.
The moment Loki found his footing, he stepped back twice and eyed him warily.
"The first thing you do after coming back is grab me?"
"To be precise, I was stopping you from jumping off the third floor."
"I don't have divine power right now, but a fall from the third floor won't kill me!"
"It could still break your bones."
Yang Ming reached out and took hold of his wrist.
Loki stiffened.
"What are you doing?"
"Checking your pulse."
"I'm not sick!"
"Your movements were uncoordinated when you climbed out of the window, and your right foot rolled inward when