Bing Jiu Catches a Cold? Tang San Delivers Expired Medicine from Afar

Meanwhile, within the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Bing Jiu finally got the full sleep she had been hoping for.

When she woke up in bed and rubbed her eyes, before she even had time to get dressed, she discovered someone glaring at her with a dark expression and a face full of fury.

"Awake?"

Xue Qinghe clenched his fists. "You were sleeping so soundly that I hated to disturb you, but now that you're awake, let's have a proper talk about the stupid thing you did at the Great Spirit Arena this afternoon!"

"A stupid thing?"

Bing Jiu hugged the blanket and shrank back.

Xue Qinghe did not hesitate. He grabbed Bing Jiu's delicate ankle and yanked her over in one swift motion, then leaned down and pinned her to the bed.

"What are you doing all of a sudden?!"

"And you still have the nerve to ask me?"

Xue Qinghe tugged at his tie, exposing his sharply defined collarbones and muscles.

Then he raised his hand and smacked Bing Jiu on the backside.

Smack!

Bing Jiu froze for a moment, then stared at him in disbelief. "You dare hit me?"

Xue Qinghe smiled and flexed his hand. "Not bad. If you were a little bigger, it'd probably feel even better. Want a few more?"

"Go die, you filthy pervert."

Bing Jiu grabbed the two corners of the blanket, then clamped Xue Qinghe's head between her legs and swiftly tossed him beneath it.

She dove in after him.

A series of "fierce" battles immediately erupted atop the bed...

It was not until nightfall that the battle finally came to a temporary stop.

Xue Qinghe and Bing Jiu collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion. When they turned to look, there was not even a single intact scrap of blanket left on the bed.

"This is what we accomplished in one afternoon?" Xue Qinghe joked.

"I'm very satisfied with your stamina, but what makes me angry is that you actually called what I did this afternoon stupid?"

Bing Jiu rolled over and pressed Xue Qinghe beneath her, glaring down at him with an irritated expression.

Xue Qinghe was in no hurry. He rested his hands behind his head and shrugged, looking entirely at her mercy.

Seeing this, Bing Jiu curled her lips. Hooking her fingers into both sides of Xue Qinghe's face, she gave a swift pull.

His cheeks were dragged upward, pulling his nose and eyelids along with them and successfully giving Xue Qinghe the ugliest face imaginable.

"Hahaha!"

"Stop laughing. If I'm ugly, then given our current situation, aren't you the unlucky one?"

Xue Qinghe tapped Bing Jiu's forehead, wrapped an arm around her slender waist, and set her down before tapping her little nose.

"Little one, you didn't really think I couldn't see why you did that this afternoon, did you?"

"You could tell?" Bing Jiu was briefly stunned.

"Mm. Weren't you just putting Shrek Academy over the fire? Then, in a few days, you'd pretend to be a little sick and muddle through it. Did you really think you could hide such an obvious intention from me?"

Seeing that he had completely seen through her plans, Bing Jiu's anger flared even more.

"Then why did you still spank me?"

"Hehe."

Xue Qinghe waved his hand. "Actually, I just wanted to personally test how soft the backside I missed last time was. I only made up an excuse. So, was I smart?"

Bing Jiu gritted her teeth.

He had tormented her all afternoon over something like this! It was utterly ridiculous!

"Smart, my foot! Watch me fight you for another three hundred rounds!"

It was another night filled with laughter...

The next morning, Ling Yuan Douluo had barely opened the door when she saw a sight that left her utterly invigorated.

Pfft.

Her nosebleed spurted out.

"Saintesses, you two are..."

Before long, news rapidly spread throughout Heaven Dou City.

Spirit Hall Saintess Bing Jiu had caught a cold!

"That's right, she really has caught a cold."

Ling Yuan Douluo covered her face, looking utterly lifeless as she faced the sea of reporters and competing students from the various teams gathered outside the palace gates.

Why did the Saintess always make her handle this job...

Huo Wu rushed to the front and asked anxiously, "Is the Saintess's cold serious? Is her life in danger?"

"What are you even asking? It's just a cold. It's not like it could kill her, right?"

"Hey, that's the Saintess! All the expenses for us competing teams in Heaven Dou City are being covered entirely by the Saintess. That's tens of millions of Gold Soul Coins! The Saintess has treated us so generously—do you have any conscience at all?"

"Yeah, do you have any conscience at all?"

Amid the barrage of criticism, some students who had still been watching from the sidelines immediately joined the ranks praying for Bing Jiu upon hearing this.

Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy, Tang San also heard that Bing Jiu had caught a cold and anxiously rushed to head out.

"Brother, don't go."

Xiao Wu grabbed him, shaking her head uncontrollably. "You can't go see her. Haven't you noticed? You're already completely bewitched by her."

"Don't talk nonsense, Xiao Wu. You're worrying too much."

Tang San happily held up some cold medicine he had no idea where he had dug out from, medicine that was obviously long past its prime, looking exceedingly pleased with himself.

"The Saintess is our steadfast ally. Because what we did yesterday was too radical, the Saintess caught a cold. Xiao Wu, stop worrying."

"But..."

Xiao Wu stared blankly at Tang San's departing figure.

After standing there in a daze for a long while, she raised her head and gritted her teeth.

"Why? Why is everyone in the world revolving around Bing Jiu alone now? What is so good about her?"

Outside the imperial palace.

A disciple wearing a Spirit Hall waist token received the news and hurriedly slipped into the center of the discussion.

"Hey, have you heard? The reason the Saintess caught a cold this time was because Tang San from Heaven Dou Royal Academy Team Two harassed the Saintess early this morning."

"What? That happened?"

The moment those words came out, the scene instantly erupted. Countless people were filled with righteous indignation and wanted to drag out this man named Tang San and give him a thorough beating.

Just then, Tang San arrived at the entrance with his expired cold medicine, his face brimming with delight.

He spoke to Ling Yuan Douluo, "Hello, I'm here to deliver cold medicine to the Saintess."

"Hm?"

Ling Yuan Douluo looked at the medicine bottle, with the glaring words "EXPIRED" written on it, and let out a mocking laugh.

She took several steps back, pointed at Tang San, and shouted at the distant crowd, "Ah, Tang San, you've come to deliver medicine to the Saintess? That's wonderful. Please, come in."

"Thank you."

The thought of seeing Bing Jiu so soon made Tang San happier than words could describe.

After all, to the current Tang San, Bing Jiu was not only a beautiful girl, but also someone indispensable to his future rise to greatness.

Once he achieved some extraordinary feat and confessed to Bing Jiu, she definitely would not reject him, right?

Hehe, Xiao Wu too. In any case, having multiple wives and concubines was not anything particularly outrageous in this world. It was settled perfectly, then!

Still happily lost in his thoughts, Tang San raised his foot and was about to enter the imperial palace.

However, before he could take even a single step inside, someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder.

Tang San was startled. Chills ran down his back as he turned his head tremblingly.

"Hey, you Tang runt, let's have a little chat!"

Students from a whole host of teams cracked their knuckles, staring at Tang San as though they wanted to devour him alive.

Their rage was off the charts!

Tang San immediately broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly waved his hands as he trembled. "Everyone, we can talk this out. Don't fight."

Seeing that the crowd was still closing in step by step without any sign of backing down, Tang San swallowed and threw out his arm, shouting hurriedly.

"I'm telling you, I'm the Saint—"

"You leftover-food bastard! Everyone, beat him! Teach him a lesson for harassing the Saintess for no reason!"

"Hey, look at this—the cold medicine is expired too! The Saintess gave you so many resources, and you bring this crap to her? Are you trying to harm the Saintess? Everyone, beat him to death!"

"Ah—"

A burst of miserable wailing...