Douluo Continent: Reborn Tang Hao, the strongest dad carries a sound system

"Innate full soul power?"

"Yes, teacher. I was tested when I awakened, and I was born with full soul power. I just obtained my first soul ring a few days ago, and it's been certified by the Spirit Hall."

Tang San handed over the bronze Soul Master badge.

Teacher Lin took the badge, looked at it, and then asked a few basic questions—type of martial spirit, effects of spirit skills, and family situation.

Tang San answered according to his pre-planned answer: Blue Silver Grass, a healing-type soul skill, and his father is a blacksmith.

"The healing type?" Teacher Lin became interested. "Could you demonstrate?"

Tang San activated his spirit ring, and a ball of emerald green light condensed in his palm.

The light was soft and steady, radiating a faint sense of life.

Teacher Lin carefully examined it and nodded.

"Not bad. Although it's not a combat-type soul skill, it's very valuable in a team as a support and healer."

She took out a form and began to fill it out.

"You've been accepted. You'll be in the lower grades, classes officially start tomorrow. The school provides accommodation; you can live on campus or commute."

"I live on campus," Tang San said.

Teacher Lin nodded and handed him a key.

"The dormitory is in the building on the east side, room 205 on the second floor. You can go there and settle in today."

"Thank you, teacher."

Tang San took the key and turned to walk out.

As he reached the door, Teacher Lin suddenly called out to him.

"Tang San".

"Um?"

"Notting Academy may not be a prestigious school, but you still need to follow the rules," Teacher Lin's tone softened. "Study hard and don't cause trouble."

Tang San smiled and said, "Don't worry, teacher, I won't cause any trouble."

He walked out of the admissions office, paused in the corridor, and looked down at the blue ring on his finger.

My mother's belongings.

A space of one hundred cubic meters.

The shelves are full of precious books.

Dad said that we should just listen to the classes at school casually, but the books are the real gems.

"Then I'll have to read it carefully," Tang San said to himself in a low voice.

Tang Hao sat at the tea stall, watching Tang San walk into the gate of Notting Academy and then walk out, with a key in his hand.

He didn't go forward, but just watched from a distance.

Tang San glanced in his direction, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end he just smiled, waved, and turned to walk towards the dormitory building.

Tang Hao sat on the tea stall without moving.

The tea stall owner brought over a bowl of tea and asked curiously, "Brother, is that your son?"

"Um."

"At six years old, he's already at the Soul Master Academy? That's incredible!" The tea stall owner gave a thumbs up. "He's definitely going to be successful in the future."

Tang Hao didn't say anything, but simply picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The tea is very bitter.

But he's gotten used to it.

He watched Tang San's figure disappear at the dormitory entrance before standing up, putting down a few copper coins, and turning to leave.

As he reached the alley entrance, he glanced back in the direction of Notting College.

"San'er," he said softly, "study hard. Those books were left to you by your mother."

"As for other things—"

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the walls of Nottingham College and looking into the distance.

"—With Dad here."

[Ding—Father-son intimacy has increased. Current intimacy: 88%.]

[Tip: Reaching 90% intimacy will unlock additional rewards.]

Tang Hao's lips curled up slightly when he saw the system notification.

I'm eighty-eight.

almost.

He turned and walked towards the outskirts of Nottingham.

His tall figure stretched long in the setting sun, step by step, steady and resolute.

Behind me, the bells of Nottingham College rang out, their sound distant and lingering.

That was the bell ringing for the new school term.

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The dormitory building at Notting College is a three-story stone building with gray-white lime plaster on the exterior walls, and it looks quite old.

Several rows of low trees were planted in front of the building. It was early autumn, and the leaves were still green, rustling in the wind.

Tang San took the key and found the dormitory building on the east side. He pushed open the door and was greeted by a smell of wood and dust.

The hallway was dimly lit, with rows of tightly closed wooden doors on both sides. Every few meters, a soul-guiding lamp hung on the wall, emitting a dim yellow light.

Room 205 is at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

Tang San stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, inserted the key into the lock, and turned it gently.

The door opened.

The room wasn't big, only about ten square meters.

Two single beds were placed against the wall, and a long table was placed in the middle, which was completely bare.

There was a wardrobe and a small bookshelf by the window. The window was open, and the autumn breeze blew in, bringing a touch of coolness.

There was only one bed in the room with bedding; the other was empty.

People are already living there.

As Tang San was looking around the room, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

He turned around and saw a chubby boy rushing in carrying a stack of things, panting and sweating.

"Make way, make way—"

Tang San stepped aside, and the fat boy rushed into the room, threw the things he was carrying onto the empty bed, and then collapsed onto the bed, which groaned in pain.

"I'm exhausted..." the chubby boy panted, lying sprawled out, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "Why are there so many people signing up..."

Tang San stood at the door, looking at this uninvited guest.

The chubby boy was about six or seven years old, with a round face, small eyes, and a round nose, which made him look quite comical.

The clothes he was wearing were made of nice material, but he was dressed crookedly, and there was a stain on his collar that he didn't know what it was.

"Hello," Tang San greeted him. "I'm new here, and I'll be staying in this bed."

The chubby boy glanced at him, then sat up abruptly, a smile spreading across his face.

"Hello, hello! My name is Matthew, and I just started today. Is this bed yours? That's great, I was worried I'd be assigned someone difficult to get along with."

He jumped out of bed and stretched out his hand.

Tang San shook hands with him; his palm was plump and very elastic.

"My name is Tang San."

"Tang San? That's an easy name to remember." Matthew looked him up and down. "You're also a one-ring Soul Master?"

Tang San nodded and released his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, the yellow spirit ring slowly rotating around him.

Matthew's eyes lit up: "A hundred-year spirit ring! That's amazing! Mine is seventy-six years, almost a hundred."

As he spoke, he released his own martial spirit—a chubby, gray rat that bore a striking resemblance to its master.

A white spirit ring rose from beneath his feet.

Ten-year soul ring.

Tang San silently made his judgment.

"A groundhog spirit." Matthew scratched his head, a little embarrassed. "Its spirit skill is digging holes. Isn't that pretty useless?"

Tang San shook his head seriously: "There are no weak martial souls, only weak soul masters. The ability to dig tunnels can be used in many ways if used well—reconnaissance, ambushes, escapes, setting traps. It all depends on how you use it."

Matthew paused for a moment, then grinned. "You're really good with words. My dad says the same thing, but I always feel like he's just trying to comfort me."

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