When Ye Fan returned to the dormitory,
Xiao Wu had already become the boss of the entire Noting Academy.
When she saw Ye Fan, she instinctively wanted to get close to him.
She leaped like a rabbit, pouncing towards Ye Fan.
Ye Fan subconsciously tried to dodge to the side,
but ultimately, he was a summoner Spirit Master, not as agile as an attack system Spirit Master like Xiao Wu.
He stumbled and fell,
and Xiao Wu directly kissed Ye Fan on the face.
Everyone in the Seventh Dormitory was instantly stunned.
"Sister Xiao Wu, there's no need to be like this just because you saw Ye Fan," Wang Sheng asked blankly.
Tang San felt even stranger,
but he always felt that the person Xiao Wu kissed should have been him, not Ye Fan.
It was as if something very important to him had been snatched away.
And just as this thought appeared in Tang San's mind, his brain instantly went blank,
and he furiously slapped himself in the heart.
He truly was courting death.
Xiao Wu's face turned red, and she quickly got off Ye Fan, covering her face as she lay on the bed.
Ye Fan helplessly wiped off the saliva from his face and lay on the bed, cultivating quietly.
Because of this incident, Xiao Wu didn't dare to speak to Ye Fan for an entire day.
But in the middle of the night,
while Ye Fan was cultivating,
a body skillfully pressed onto him again.
It was as if Xiao Wu couldn't sleep without hugging Ye Fan.
Ye Fan pinched Xiao Wu's butt once.
...
It felt good.
Ye Fan also spent his time enjoying it,
not because Xiao Wu was hugging him, but because when Xiao Wu hugged him to sleep, he could enjoy an additional fifty percent increase in cultivation speed.
Time at Noting Academy passed quickly; in the blink of an eye, a year had gone by, and it was time for the annual holiday.
Tang San returned to Saint Spirit Village alone and lonely,
while Ye Fan and Xiao Wu stayed at the school.
The two orphans had nowhere to go.
Similar to the original plot,
when Tang San returned home, Tang Hao was no longer there.
Tang Hao had only left a letter at home and was not there.
When Tang San learned this news, he was even more bewildered.
After finally having a father in this life, after only six years, his father had abandoned him.
He was an orphan in his previous life, and why was he still an orphan in this life? Could it be that he was destined to be an orphan?
Late at night,
Ye Fan lay on the bed, hugging Xiao Wu and cultivating.
With Xiao Wu there, the fifty percent increase in cultivation speed was truly fast.
The plot description suddenly changed.
[Tang Hao arrived at Noting Academy's dormitory building, because he had to talk to Yu Xiaogang about Tang San's matter...]
Just after midnight, the three free modification chances had refreshed; use them if possible.
A wicked thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
He just didn't know if the modification would be successful.
[Modification successful.]
Yu Xiaogang was in his room, reading a book and studying Tang San's development.
After all, this was his hope for proving himself in the future.
Tang San's first spirit ring, for some unknown reason, only had a year's worth of power and no attack power.
The second spirit ring must have a breakthrough.
Tang San had gone home, and he felt empty inside.
They had spent a year together, even though he didn't say it aloud.
Bang, bang, bang. Just then, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.
Grandmaster frowned; usually, no one came to his place except for Tang San.
"Come in," Grandmaster said indifferently, putting down the book in his hand.
The door opened, and a tall figure walked in from outside.
He was wearing a simple gray robe, with messy black hair scattered over his shoulders, and his aged face was etched with the marks of time.
His cloudy eyes seemed to be on the verge of death, completely inconsistent with his appearance of being only around fifty years old.
"Hello, Grandmaster."
The visitor's voice was deep and somewhat hoarse.
Tang Hao said indifferently, "Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for twenty years, have we? With how I look now, it's no wonder you don't recognize me. My name is Tang Hao."
"Tang Hao?"
Yu Xiaogang's usually stiff, corpse-like face suddenly changed drastically.
His pupils almost instantly focused.
He stared intently at the person in front of him, his hands gripping the table,
his fingers already turning pale white.
"Clear Sky Douluo!"
Tang Hao waved his hand and said coldly, "Back then, we had a few encounters. Others might think you're just a madman, but I know you're a persistent person."
Yu Xiaogang's emotions gradually calmed down, and his stiff face twitched slightly.
"It seems I guessed correctly; you are indeed Little San's father. He has already gone home, so why are you here?"
Tang Hao nodded.
"It's precisely because he went home that I am here."
"I know he proposed to you, and you even agreed."
"As a father, I should have come to see you a long time ago."
Yu Xiaogang's expression suddenly changed.
Tang Hao had not forgotten his purpose in coming here.
Tang Hao took a step forward and kicked the room door shut behind him.
At the same time, he slowly moved forward to close the room's windows and draw the curtains.
Yu Xiaogang was already stunned.
He completely didn't understand what Tang Hao was going to do.
Tang Hao approached Yu Xiaogang step by step.
Yu Xiaogang retreated step by step,
until he hit the room wall with a thud.
"Gulp!"
"Your Excellency, what are you doing?"
"Hmm."
Yu Xiaogang: ???
However, there was hardly anyone left in the dormitory building.
No one heard anything at all.
Even Ye Fan only knew what happened between the two people in the room from the plot description.
Finally,
Yu Xiaogang, utterly dejected, lay on the table,
feeling a sense of utter despair.
Yu Xiaogang's psychological shadow area had long exceeded the entire Douluo Continent.
You beast, Tang Hao, you're a goddamn beast!