Chapter 27: Tang San Is Still Dreaming

Seeing Tang Hao leave, Zhao Ming let out a sigh of relief. The last bit of tension in his heart faded away, and he felt himself black out.

"Zhao Ming, are you alright? You can't be hurt!" Xiao Wu exclaimed, her eyes turning red as she looked at the blood on Zhao Ming's back.

Quickly, she tore off the upper part of Zhao Ming's clothing and, upon seeing the horrifying wound, tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks. Even though she constantly wiped her tears with her sleeve to avoid blurring her vision, some droplets inevitably fell onto Zhao Ming's body.

Silently, she opened the medicine bottle and began to sprinkle the powder over the shocking wounds.

In that moment, Xiao Wu's mind replayed the moment when Zhao Ming had pulled her into his arms, embracing her tightly just before the soul power strike had hit. Even amidst intense pain, he had held onto her with unwavering determination in his eyes.

"You're so foolish," Xiao Wu whispered as she caressed Zhao Ming's face, smoothing out his tightly furrowed brow. She then leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. Looking at Zhao Ming's sleeping face, she felt an inexplicable sense of peace. Even with her identity revealed and a Title Douluo knowing about her, what did it matter?

"From now on, I'll live only for you," Xiao Wu said softly, picking up Zhao Ming's body and heading toward the dormitory.

**One Day Later**

At noon, sunlight streamed through the gauzy window and fell on Zhao Ming's face, slowly waking him up. As he opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of a delicate face in front of him.

The pain in his back made Zhao Ming's expression change, and recalling everything that had happened, he felt a sense of luck wash over him.

He realized that Tang Hao must have remembered A Yin's fate, which was why he hadn't harmed Xiao Wu further. Otherwise, given Tang Hao's strength, killing them would have been a trivial task.

Strength. In this world, everything comes down to strength. Without it, anyone can kill you. Even with many advantages, until you become an absolute powerhouse, everything is just an illusion.

Zhao Ming reflected on this, feeling the pride of being a high-end transmigrator shrink and vanish. His mindset gradually became more peaceful.

"Zhao Ming, you're awake?" Xiao Wu lifted her head, her eyes still slightly puffy.

Zhao Ming lay there, tilting his head to look at her. "I can't just sleep forever, can I? Did you cry?"

"I did not!" Xiao Wu replied, turning away to wipe her tears.

"What's there to cry about? This is just a minor issue. I'm tough; I'm not going to die," Zhao Ming said with a smile.

"Look at you! You're in this condition and still think you're tough?" Xiao Wu shot him a disapproving look, then asked with concern, "By the way, are you hungry? Should I go get you something to eat?"

"I am a bit hungry. Can you get me some porridge? I don't want anything else," Zhao Ming replied after thinking for a moment.

As Xiao Wu left, the other members of the dormitory gathered around. They hadn't dared to interrupt Zhao Ming and Xiao Wu when they were talking.

"Boss, how did you get so hurt? When Xiao Wu brought you back, you were covered in blood. It scared us half to death."

"Yeah! Who's the bastard that hurt you so badly? We asked Xiao Wu, but since she came back yesterday, she's just been here taking care of you and hasn't said a word."

"I bet it was that bastard Xiao Chen Yu. After you taught him a lesson last time, he must have held a grudge and ambushed you."

The members of the dormitory chattered among themselves, which touched Zhao Ming. They were all students who had gone through hardships since childhood. Their characters were simple and honest, and to Zhao Ming, their feelings toward him were heartfelt.

Though they might lack talent, they had good character. He resolved to help them whenever he had the chance.

"Alright, everyone quiet down. The boss just woke up and needs to rest. Don't disturb him," Wang Sheng said.

Hearing Wang Sheng's words, the chatter died down.

Meanwhile, Tang San observed Zhao Ming being surrounded by everyone, feeling a twinge of envy for some reason. Back in Holy Soul Village, he had been all alone, and even now, he had few friends. He had never experienced being at the center of attention, surrounded by others like a star.

In the past, it hadn't bothered him, but now, seeing how popular Zhao Ming was made him feel somewhat envious.

He was also curious and puzzled about what had happened yesterday, but mostly, he felt joy. Although he felt bad seeing Xiao Wu sad, at least for the time being, Zhao Ming would no longer be able to interfere with his relationship with Xiao Wu. He had ample time to mend things between him and Xiao Wu.

However, Tang San had no way of knowing that it was his father who had injured Zhao Ming and had been preparing to kill Xiao Wu, exposing the connection between him and Tang San in the process.

Unfortunately, Tang San was completely unaware of this, not even realizing that his father was a Title Douluo.

While Tang San was still relieved about Zhao Ming's injury, Xiao Wu had already sentenced him to death in her heart. To her, Tang San had become a demon coveting the soul rings and soul bones on her body. Moreover, with Tang Hao harboring thoughts of killing her, she didn't know why he had changed his mind in the end, but she had no good feelings toward Tang Hao. Thus, they could no longer be friends, let alone anything else.

Furthermore, Zhao Ming had been injured for her sake, and Xiao Wu's heart was completely tied to him; how could she entertain any other thoughts?

But Tang San still didn't know.

He was still dreaming.

He was just daydreaming.

Before long, Xiao Wu carefully returned with a steaming food box.

"Are you silly? Isn't it hot?" Zhao Ming said, feeling a pang of concern as he noticed Xiao Wu's reddened hands from the heat.

"It's fine. The cafeteria lady made it fresh for me. I'm here to feed you," Xiao Wu said nonchalantly, showing no concern for her own burned hand.

She scooped up a spoonful of meat porridge, blew on it gently to cool it down, and then offered it to Zhao Ming's mouth.

Xiao Wu's tender demeanor made everyone around them envious.

Especially Tang San, who felt a pang of sadness watching this scene unfold.

"Xiao Wu, you haven't eaten yet, have you?" After a few spoonfuls from Xiao Wu, Zhao Ming suddenly realized that she had been by his side the whole time and must not have eaten anything.

"I'm not hungry; you eat," Xiao Wu shook her head.

"No way! How can you not eat? We should eat together," Zhao Ming insisted firmly.

As he reached for the spoon in Xiao Wu's hand, the pain in his back surged again.

"Ah!" Zhao Ming couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

"Don't move! Is it okay if I eat?" Xiao Wu hurriedly urged him to lie back down, concern evident in her voice.

After saying that, she took a spoonful and fed it to herself, then took another spoonful to feed Zhao Ming.

One spoonful for you, one for me.

Their tender interaction made the members of the dormitory uneasy, and one by one, they found excuses to leave. Tang San, meanwhile, felt a surge of anger, his eyes blazing as he stormed away.

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𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚!

𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗼:

• 𝘽𝙤𝙜𝙙𝙖𝙣 𝙋𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙪

• 𝙅𝙘𝟭𝟮𝟬𝟮

• 𝘼𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙟𝙖𝙝

𝗔𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸:

• 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀: 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝟯𝟱+ 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚.

• 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁-𝗢𝘂𝘁: 𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩!

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗲𝘁, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝘀!

👉 𝙅𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙬: 𝙋𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙤𝙣.𝙘𝙤𝙢/𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙊𝙛𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧