Tang San cursed under his breath and glared at the man taking advantage of his predicament, a sleazy smile plastered across his face. Unable to resist his curiosity about this so-called "The Legend of Tang San," he paid the Gold Soul Coins and took the last ticket.
"Hurry inside. It's about to start."
Seeing Tang San arrive, the doorman hurriedly urged him along.
Tang San followed a long corridor into the "cinema." The place resembled an auction hall, with nearly a hundred seats arranged neatly in a fan-shaped section. Everything inside was pitch-black; all he could hear was the clamor of the crowd.
Using Purple Demon Eye, he discovered that Zhou Sichen and Cao Jinxuan were both there. Quite a few other Class One students sat nearby, including even the usually low-profile sisters, Lan Ruoruo and Lan Susu.
More coincidentally still, they were sitting right in front of his seat.
Tang San sat down and tilted his head to listen to their conversation.
"The Legend of Tang San! That's the biography of Ancestor Tang San from ten thousand years ago. We've read his biography in book form at Shrek, but this is the first time we've seen it as a film." Cao Jinxuan sounded excited.
"Speaking of which, don't we have a Tang San in our class too?"
"Oh, please. That pathetic bastard deserves to share Ancestor Tang San's name? He has no shame..."
"Enough. The movie's starting. Quiet down."
Tang San's expression remained unchanged.
His mood improved somewhat. These people had held grudges against him for a long time, but judging by their tone, they seemed to be fans of his true identity...
"Bzz..."
The Recording Crystal lit up, projecting its light onto the screen prepared beforehand.
Against the surrounding darkness, the screen looked exceptionally clear and bright.
It