My martial spirit leads me to Earth; I begin by submitting my skills to the Douluo Continent.

Chapter 75 As expected of Tang Hao's offspring!

The words that were already on his lips, "It's utterly disgusting, I'll break his legs when I get back," were stuck in his throat and swallowed back down with difficulty.

Tang Hao's weathered face flushed slightly, a rare occurrence.

Even the tips of her ears felt slightly hot.

The atmosphere in the study became extremely strange.

Tang Hao kept his head down, pretending to be seriously examining the evidence.

But his hands, as if he were doing something wrong, swiped across the screen a couple more times.

A fluffy cat-eared girl, a cool tree-woman, a giant mushroom —

As Tang Hao watched, he felt a surge of emotion, even a strange sense of fatherly pride welling up within him.

As expected of my son, Tang Hao's!

This kid has perfectly inherited his father's excellent gene of disliking human girls.

Standing behind the desk, Su Yun looked at his father, whose strength was unfathomable.

Watching him stare intently at the tablet, his gaze darting around, unable to utter a single word for a long time, his fingers still lingeringly and quietly swiping across the screen.

Su Yun was completely speechless.

Even a fool could guess that this father and son shared certain unspeakable fetishes.

To preserve some dignity for his elderly father, Su Yun bent her fingers and tapped the table hard, making a "thump-thump" warning sound to forcibly draw Tang Hao's attention back.

"Mr. Tang, considering that the mistress is currently in a critical period of physical and mental development..."

"He was looking at these strange half-orc picture books late at night. As the principal, I can temporarily understand it as the curiosity and confusion of adolescence."

"To protect his self-esteem, I can keep these records a secret and never let anyone else know them."

"But just because I'm backing him up doesn't mean you can continue to turn a blind eye!"

"As his father, if you continue with this indifferent approach to education, allowing him to become addicted to this hobby without guidance, he'll cause serious problems sooner or later!"

"I've said all I can. Whether you want to fulfill your responsibilities as a father is up to you!"

The atmosphere in the dimly lit study was extremely eerie.

Tang Hao held the tablet, feeling somewhat lost.

He once dared to point his finger at the Pope of the Spirit Hall and curse him, but now, his once cold and sharp eyes were filled with guilt, and he didn't know where to look.

This top-tier expert, accustomed to solving problems with a hammer, decided to unleash his most proficient technique, honed over the past decade—

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escape!

"cough----"

Tang Hao coughed heavily and stared blankly out the window.

"I suddenly remembered that I forgot to water my Blue Silver Plant today, I have to rush back to check on it —"

He had just turned around when he paused, as if he had remembered something.

Oh, right.

He tucked the tablet under his arm with one hand and reached into his pocket with the other, fumbling around for a moment.

"Snapped!"

Tang Hao slammed a heavy, jet-black token onto the desk.

The token is engraved with six martial spirit patterns, gleaming with a chilling majesty.

"This signboard is enough to let you roam freely on this continent; any power will give you some face. Consider it as tuition and living expenses for your mistress here over the past few years."

"Don't let that kid know I was here today."

After saying that, he took a step and tried to slip away.

"Stop right there!"

Su Yun wasn't about to let him off the hook. She slammed her hand on the table and called out to Tang Hao.

"Do you think leaving behind a broken sign can make up for the lack of fatherly love?"

Tang Hao froze.

"Then what do you suggest we do, teacher?"

"Do you think Tang San lacks money and status? What he lacks is the companionship and guidance of a normal father!"

Su Yun pressed his advantage, speaking forcefully.

"To truly make up for what you've failed your son, you must stay and take responsibility!"

"I think it would be better if you stayed and became one of our academy's combat instructors, personally protecting and teaching him. Wouldn't that be better than you hiding in the shadows and spying all day?"

"Stay and become a teacher?"

Tang Hao's eye twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Are you kidding me!

How could he, a mighty god of war and the youngest titled Douluo on the continent, possibly teach a few kids how to fight?

This is utterly absurd!

But since he was in the wrong, Tang Hao couldn't directly lash out.

He lowered his head slightly, pretending to be humbly learning and seriously reflecting, but in reality, he didn't take it seriously at all.

Not only that, but because he was so eager to read it, he took out his tablet while Su Yun was giving him a lecture and secretly swiped along the edge of the screen, trying to sneak back to the few pages of the picture book he hadn't finished looking at earlier.

But because I didn't know how to use it at all, I accidentally tapped an icon while my finger was swiping.

next second.

A series of crisp, melodious guitar intros suddenly came from the tablet.

Immediately afterwards, a penetrating, ethereal, and stubbornly powerful female voice, like the first ray of dawn, suddenly resounded in the study.

That clear, high-pitched voice, carrying a shock that ripped through all pretense, struck straight to the depths of his soul.

Tang Hao was struck dumb, frozen in place.

Although he couldn't understand a word of what this strange language was singing.

However, the struggle and defiance conveyed in that melody, the emotion that seemed to be a desperate cry of blood in a hopeless situation, yet a desperate attempt to defy fate—

It was as if it had transformed into a sharp sword, cleaving open Tang Hao's heart, which had been silent and decadent for many years.

Even though they couldn't understand each other's languages, the melody of this song seemed to be weeping for his wounded yet unyielding soul!

A light that had never been seen before suddenly burst forth in Tang Hao's eyes.

His eyes were slightly red, revealing a tender side to this tough man.

At that moment, he felt a shiver run through his body, and even his breath stopped. It was truly a shocking experience, like hearing celestial music that momentarily cleared his ears.

"Tang Hao!!"

Su Yun was in the middle of a tirade when she saw that Tang Hao not only didn't turn around and admit his mistake, but was actually listening to music while daydreaming.

Seeing this peerless expert completely absorbed in his work, Su Yun was furious. He slammed his hand on the table, making a loud noise.

"Put your phone—put your tablet down—when the teacher is scolding you! Are you even listening to me?!"

"ah?!"

Tang Hao was jolted awake by the shout, as if he had been startled from a dream.

He frantically tapped around on the screen before finally pressing the pause button.

The mighty Haotian Douluo's face turned purplish-red at this moment.

"Listen—I'm listening."

Tang Hao swallowed hard, clutching the tablet tightly, his eyes filled with an unprecedented fervor and urgency.

"Boy—no, Principal Su."

Tang Hao lowered his hoarse voice and cautiously inquired.

"Who is that voice coming from that metal plate? Where is she? What's the name of that piece of music?"