Chapter 115: Bringing Breakfast to a Senior? No Way—The Tang Family Raises No Simps!
As spirit beasts formed from pure mental energy, the Evil Eyed Tyrants were born with extraordinary learning ability.
Though they once operated under the instinct-driven logic of beasts, under Jiang Chen's long, meticulous instruction, they had absorbed countless legacies from over ten thousand years of Douluo history.
At this point, every single Evil Eyed Tyrant could be called a true scholar—each a walking encyclopedia.
Their collective hive-mind, built on boundless spiritual power and perfect memory, had evolved into a single, vast intelligence network—
a supercomputer, powered by the entire Evil Eyed Tyrant species.
With mental power and lifespan far beyond humanity, this "supercomputer" continued to evolve endlessly.
The only thing it lacked was human creativity.
"Everything's sorted in theory," Jiang Chen muttered, scrolling through schematics. "But we can't actually build any of it."
"Is this the limit of the continent itself?"
He rubbed his temples. It seemed the only way forward was to solve the Abyssal Plane problem, forcing Douluo Star to evolve and advance to a level capable of reaching the cosmos.
He paused. "If I toss Tang Wulin into the Abyss, would Tang San, the Tang God King, intervene directly?"
If so… that would solve everything.
The Abyssal disaster was his mess to begin with—cleaning it up would be poetic justice.
Daily tasks complete: check on Ah Yin, supervise the Evil Eyed Tyrants' academic progress.
Time to go home.
But the moment he stepped back inside, he finally realized why it had felt so cold earlier.
The Snow Empress was home.
She clutched her snow-white divine flute, emanating a chill so intense it could be felt from a hundred meters away.
Instantly, he understood.
All those with second professions were given leave to rest. She wasn't—so she'd been forced to continue training. No wonder she was radiating pure vengeance.
"Ah, Snow Sister! You're back already?" he said with a grin. "What's wrong?"
He followed the little Snow Empress down the hall, but she ignored him entirely, expression frozen—literally. Then came a sharp slam of the door in his face.
"Hey, at least tell me what you want to eat! I'll have Yun'er cook you something!"
Next to him, poor Huo Yun'er had collapsed on the sofa, utterly exhausted after the day's classes—until she heard Jiang Chen volunteering her to cook for the irate Snow Empress.
She bolted upright, wide-eyed.
Monster. Absolute monster.
Meanwhile, at East Sea Academy, the office buzzed with a bittersweet air.
Director Long Hengxu, Principal Yu Zhen, and homeroom teacher Wu Zhangkong all sat together.
Ever since Zero Class's meteoric rise in the Tianhai Tournament, East Sea Academy's enrollment numbers had exploded.
Students from all over the Federation were transferring in. Some even begged to join Zero Class—including Wei Xiaofeng, now steeped in deep regret.
And now, with the Federation and Spirit Transmission Tower about to launch Douluo University, even teachers were being recruited from across the continent.
Wu Zhangkong's name was, unsurprisingly, on the list.
Yet due to his history with Shrek Academy, there had been doubts about his participation.
But now, he'd made up his mind.
Before departing, he still wanted to strengthen himself further.
"I can't keep living in stagnation," he said resolutely.
Long Hengxu frowned. "If you leave, who'll take care of Zero Class?"
To him, no one else in East Sea Academy was remotely qualified to handle those young prodigies.
"They've reached a bottleneck," Wu Zhangkong explained calmly. "Their soul power has risen too fast. Now it's time to consolidate—and to begin their secondary profession studies. They don't need me for that."
Yu Zhen patted Long Hengxu on the shoulder. "Relax. It's only a year. East Sea's staff can handle them. They'll be fine."
"Wu Zhangkong," the principal added. "Aren't you going to say goodbye?"
Wu Zhangkong shook his head gently. "No need."
"Then I'll just wish you smooth sailing and a bright future."
"Senior Sister, what's wrong? You don't seem happy lately."
On the early morning track, two figures ran in rhythm—one behind the other.
Tang Wulin, now far stronger than his senior in both physique and stamina, still kept behind her obediently.
He didn't need the exercise.
He'd come for her.
When they stopped, he offered her a handkerchief as usual. She took it without protest. His heart soared.
Progress!
He'd kept this routine up for weeks—rushing from the forge each morning just to run beside her and then share breakfast.
Much to Mu Xi's fury.
For several days, she'd refused to even speak to him. Imagine—a gorgeous goddess like her being ignored for someone else!
If they weren't friends, she would've exploded already.
Thankfully, Ouyang Zixin had once told her she wasn't into kids… for now.
Mu Xi, glaring at her alarm clock the next morning: "They're running again? Fine! I'll set an alarm. I'm joining too."
Next morning, 4:00 a.m.:
"Damn it—shut up!" smash
Back to sleep she went.
"They can run themselves to death for all I care."
When he asked, Ouyang Zixin forced a smile. "I'm not unhappy."
Zero Class was famous now—especially Tang Wulin, the Little Divine Craftsman. His name had spread across the continent, making him a rising star.
In comparison, the rest of the academy seemed dim by their light.
Even the older students who'd participated in the tournament had failed miserably.
The contrast stung.
And though she'd once admired senior Xu Xiaoyu, her feelings had grown complicated. Her family, too, had learned about Tang Wulin's attention toward her, constantly hinting and interfering.
Looking at the still-youthful boy beside her, she sighed softly.
Too young.
She wasn't Mu Xi—she wasn't going to play this game.
Better to end things cleanly.
"Wulin."
"Yes, Senior Sister?"
He was busy thinking about what to get her for breakfast, blissfully unaware of what she was about to say.
"I won't be coming here to run anymore."
"Huh? Are we changing routes?"
"No. I mean… I won't be running at all."
"Oh… okay, that's fine."
Running didn't matter much to him anyway—so long as she was there.
"That's alright," he said brightly. "I can just bring you breakfast every morning instead!"
Ouyang Zixin: "…"
Even the sleeping Tang God King twitched in divine irritation somewhere in the heavens.
What!? When did my Tang family produce such a lovesick sycophant!? Outrageous! BLUE SILVER BIND!
Ouyang Zixin suppressed a laugh. Kids, honestly.
Having a little "junior" following her around wasn't the worst thing—it was almost sweet.
But her household had made things too complicated. She couldn't even be friendly toward him anymore.
"Wulin," she said softly, "I already like someone—Xu Xiaoyu."
"Please don't come bother me again."
"I don't want him to get the wrong idea."
(END CHAPTER)
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