That simple mouthful of rice porridge seemed like a miraculous elixir that could bring back the dead. Not long after Xiao Wu swallowed it...
Just a few minutes later, Xiao Wu's "soul" returned!
"Little San, is there any more?" Xiao Wu asked weakly.
"Yes, yes!"
Hearing this, Tang San hurried over and fetched the other, still-unopened bowl of rice porridge and the black bread, then handed them to Xiao Wu.
The hundred-thousand-year-old delinquent rabbit, driven witless by hunger, demolished the rice porridge and black bread at more than three times Tang San's earlier eating speed.
Xiao Wu let out a long breath. "Little San, I'm alive again! I made it!"
Tang San nodded in wholehearted agreement. "Classes don't start until tomorrow. Get some rest first."
Tang San sat beside the bed, gazing at Xiao Wu as she lay before him, a hundred emotions churning in his heart. Her legs were still trembling slightly, and her face remained rather pale.
Tang San knew that Xiao Wu really had taken a trip to the gates of death!
An hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Tang San struggled to lift his heavy eyelids and looked at Xiao Wu beside him. She was still fast asleep.
Dashi lived in a detached, two-story building in the northwestern part of Nuoding Academy.
Having come here with Dashi before, Tang San easily found his way. The ground-floor study measured roughly forty to fifty square meters, with bookshelves packed with all sorts of books covering two walls.
Tang San glanced around the room but found no sign of Yu Dashi, who had told him to come at this time.
So Tang San casually pulled a book from a shelf, drew over a stool, and began reading.
The book bore the title "Ten Core Competencies of