...
The speed at which a Title Douluo travels at full speed is terrifying, especially for agility-based attackers like Ghost, who excel in speed.
The next morning.
As the first rays of sunlight fell upon the towering six-winged angel statue in Wuhun City, three weary figures landed in front of the vast white jade square of the Papal Palace.
"call--"
Xuan Hao landed on his feet, tidied his wind-blown silver hair, and looked up at the magnificent hall before him, where they were about to meet again.
Instead of feeling the joy of returning home, he felt a strange tension.
"Elders, let's discuss something."
Xuan Hao stopped Yue Guan and Gui Mei, who were about to go in to report, and said with a serious expression:
"You all go in first and give a detailed report on all the great achievements I've made in Tiandou City.
Especially the part about how I beat up Qian Renxue the day before yesterday—make sure to describe it vividly and embellish it!"
"Then..."
Xuan Hao lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "You guys help me carefully observe the teacher's expression."
"If she keeps a cold face, looks icy, or even a little impatient after listening, then I've got this today."
"But what if she smiles..."
Xuan Hao shrank his neck and shivered:
"Then I'm in grave danger."
"ha?"
Yue Guan looked completely bewildered.
"Wait... Xiao Hao, isn't your thought process a bit anti-human?"
"A cold face means you're okay?
A smile means you're doomed?"
"Shouldn't a normal person do the opposite?
If Her Majesty smiled, wouldn't that mean she's in a good mood and won't hold it against you?"
You don't understand.
Xuan Hao shook his head, looking like a wise and experienced man:
"I know the teacher best. In front of outsiders, she always has that aloof queen-like demeanor and rarely smiles."
"If she suddenly laughs during a serious occasion like when listening to a report, it's definitely not because she's happy, but rather... in a sarcastic tone!"
"That was a laugh born of extreme anger! It was the calm before the storm!
It meant she was furious, and had even figured out how to deal with me!
And she wasn't going to listen to me anymore!"
"But if she tells me to get in with a cold face and no expression, or even in an icy tone, it means that although she is angry, she is still within control.
And she hasn't figured out how to deal with me yet.
If she hasn't figured it out, then there is still room for maneuver."
"At times like this, as long as I go in with a sincere attitude, cry a lot, and then present the gift..."
"This matter is basically settled!"
"..."
Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance, their lips twitching wildly.
This kid...
Although it sounds like all fallacies and heresies, upon closer examination, it actually makes some sense.
No wonder he's a "prodigal son" raised by His Holiness the Pope; his ability to decipher the Pope's intentions is truly masterful!
"Alright, let's go in and scout ahead."
The ghost nodded, then vanished into the palace gate in a flash.
...
The Papal Palace, the council chamber.
Bibi Dong is handling government affairs.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei dared not conceal anything and told Xuan Hao in detail about his every move in Tian Dou City, including establishing the "Tian Dou Self-Improvement Association," extorting nobles, befriending Dugu Bo, seizing Lan Ba Academy, and most importantly, beating up Qian Renxue.
Throughout the entire process, Bibi Dong maintained that posture, her face expressionless.
Even when she heard Xuan Hao spanking Qian Renxue, her eyes remained completely still.
This made Yue Guan and Gui Mei very uneasy.
Is he angry or not?
"Are you done talking?"
After the two finished their reports, Bibi Dong finally spoke.
"Your Majesty, I have finished speaking," Yue Guan replied cautiously.
"You've finished speaking, then step back." Bibi Dong said without even looking up.
"Let that brat get in here."
"yes!"
Yue Guan and Gui Mei felt as if they had been granted a pardon and quickly bowed and retreated.
...
Outside the palace.
Upon seeing the two elders emerge, Xuan Hao, who had been eavesdropping, immediately moved closer:
"So, how did it go?
What was the teacher's reaction?"
"You look terrible."
Yue Guan wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and said with lingering fear, "He had a cold face the whole time, like an ice cube, and his eyes could freeze you.
In the end, he told you... to get inside."
"With a cold face?
You want me to get in?"
Upon hearing this, Xuan Hao was not afraid at all; instead, his eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh:
"It's safe!!"
"This is a sure thing!!"
Since he can still curse and keep a cold face, it means that Bibi Dong didn't really intend to kill him, and might even be a little smug, after all, he beat up Qian Renxue.
If it were a gentle, warm smile, or a nonchalant "Let him in" tone, he would really be ready to run away.
"Alright, you guys can leave now. I'll take care of the rest."
Xuan Hao took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his expression.
The bright smile vanished instantly, replaced by a look of grief, regret, and exhaustion.
She even rubbed her eyes to make them look red.
Xuanhao didn't shout "Teacher, I missed you so much!" with his usual grin, nor did he wail and beg for mercy.
Instead, it tiptoed, like a kitten afraid of disturbing its owner's afternoon nap, and slowly moved its body through the heavy doors of the Papal Palace.
The landing was silent; even breathing was deliberately slowed to the extreme.
He knew Bibi Dong too well.
This time of day in the morning is usually when she reviews memorials and handles the core political affairs of the Spirit Hall.
At this time, she hates being disturbed the most, and even the slightest noise can make her feel irritable.
If you go in shouting and playing the victim at this time, it's not begging for mercy, it's adding fuel to the fire.
To calm down this angry pope, the first step is to stroke her fury.
Even when playing the victim, you have to do it with "quality" and do it subtly and imperceptibly.
Inside the spacious and empty government office, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the soft scratching of a quill pen on paper.
Bibi Dong sat high on the papal chair, looking down intently at the files in her hands, seemingly unaware that someone had entered.
Xuan Hao didn't dare to breathe loudly and tiptoed to a spot four or five meters away from the steps.
"Thump."
With a very soft thud, he obediently knelt down on both knees, head bowed, hands placed properly on his knees, looking like a docile person who was "repenting in the face of the wall."
They didn't speak, didn't explain, and didn't even dare to look up.
Time passed by, second by second.
One minute, ten minutes, half an hour...
Bibi Dong seemed to completely ignore him, her pen never stopping as she reviewed and then tossed aside memorials.
Finally, after about an hour.
"sand..."
Bibi Dong finally stopped writing.
She slightly raised her head, her pale purple eyes still devoid of any emotion, only glancing indifferently at the silver-haired head kneeling below.
She didn't say anything then, but leaned back slightly and adjusted her posture.
Her long, slender legs, which had been crossed, slowly parted, then changed their posture and gracefully crossed again, her jewel-encrusted high heels drawing a cold arc in the air.
Now!
Xuan Hao, who had been secretly observing out of the corner of his eye, keenly caught this signal.
This is not just about getting a leg transplant, it's about seizing an opportunity!
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