Huo Yuhao from The Peerless Tang Sect is incredibly talented.

"Again!"

Huo Yuhao looked at Wang Dong. He saw her clenched fists, trembling knees, bitten lips, and eyes that were clearly about to cry but stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

Looking at Wang Dong like this, Huo Yuhao inexplicably thought of the original timeline.

The two fought side by side, with the same look in their eyes. They were knocked down, got up, were knocked down again, and got up again. They never knew what it meant to admit defeat.

A white moonlight is still a white moonlight. Although Huo Yuhao could face Wang Dong calmly long ago, it would be a lie to himself to say that he had no feelings for her.

Oh, my white moonlight.

Huo Yuhao silently recited these three words in his heart, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily, it was hard to tell whether it was a smile or some other expression.

Tianmeng Bingcan, who was watching the show from the sidelines, was speechless. The two had signed a contract long ago when they were sacrificed, and their connection was extremely close.

Therefore, the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm could also sense some fluctuations in Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea.

You're faking it, keep faking it. You were practically in a storm when you saw her eyes red, and now you're talking to me about justice and separation?

Cutting my ass. You can fool your brothers, but don't fool yourself. If you really had no feelings for Wang Dong, with your personality, you would have already gone to the political education office to change dorm rooms.

Down.

"Hey," Wang Dong's voice interrupted his reverie, "What are you looking at?"

Huo Yuhao withdrew his gaze, his expression returning to that listless, half-dead look: "Let's see how many more times you can hold out."

Wang Dong gritted her teeth, and this time she did not rush forward rashly.

Once bitten, twice shy; Wang Dong wasn't stupid. If she didn't learn her lesson after being pinned to the ground three times, she'd truly be a waste. She took a deep breath, and her wings unfolded again, but not in a flamboyant, fully extended form; instead, they lay thinly against her shoulders, like two folded butterfly wings.

She started walking around Huo Yuhao, her steps light and her center of gravity low.

One lap, two laps, three laps.

Huo Yuhao stood still, even putting his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed and casual, exuding an air of indifference.

When Wang Dong was on the fourth lap, she suddenly accelerated, but Huo Yuhao didn't look at her wings; he was looking at her feet.

What truly determines direction are the two legs, the landing point of each step.

Huo Yuhao had already anticipated her attack route the moment she changed direction. Instead of retreating, he took a step forward to meet her.

Huo Yuhao raised his left leg and placed it between her legs, stopping a few millimeters away from her body.

At the same time, three fingers of his right hand were loosely placed on Wang Dong's throat, while the index and middle fingers of his left hand were positioned directly in front of Wang Dong's eyes.

A triple strike.

"Groin kick, chokehold, eye gouging." Huo Yuhao withdrew all his attacks, took two steps back, and said in a calm voice, as if reciting a textbook, "They're all dirty tricks, not presentable in public, but they can kill."

Wang Dong stood there, breathing rapidly, her face pale. She stared at Huo Yuhao for a long time, her lips moved, but in the end, she said nothing.

Then she squatted down, buried her face between her knees, stood up again after a moment, walked to the door, and picked up a broom.

I started sweeping the floor. After sweeping, I picked up a basin and a towel, filled them with water, and then started wiping the table.

When wiping the table, the towel wasn't wrung out properly, and after wiping it a couple of times, the water stains actually spread out even more.

Huo Yuhao watched as she clumsily picked up the basin and tried to put it back in its place. Her hand slipped and she almost tipped it over again, but luckily she reacted quickly and caught it.

"Wang Dong," Huo Yuhao finally spoke, "have you never done any housework at home?"

Wang Dong paused for a moment, without looking up.

"Your family has taken good care of you," Huo Yuhao said in a low voice, but every word was clear.

"That's why you think everyone in the world should give way to you. You probably don't even realize how high your chin is when you walk in. You're always calling me a 'little maggot,' and talking about being level 15. You think you're so great because you're level 20-something with one yellow and one purple ring? You think you're the one who calls the shots in this dorm room?"

"I didn't!" Huo Yuhao interrupted her before she could finish speaking.

"Whether you are or not is not the point."

"The key is your gaze. The way you look at people, it's condescending, like you're looking at someone who's not even worthy of breathing the same air as you."

Wang Dong tightened his grip on the towel, his eyes filled with resentment.

"This isn't your home." Huo Yuhao walked up to Wang Dong and looked her in the eye.

"This dorm room isn't your personal fiefdom, nor is it mine. If you disagree, you can fight me until you're convinced. But you can't disrespect others."

"We are all equal."

Wang Dong looked up at him, her eyes were very red, and there was a fine mist of tears on her eyelashes, but the expression in her eyes was not one of grievance, but of stubbornness and defiance.

You're right, but I just won't back down.

"And another thing," Huo Yuhao stood up and looked down at her.

"You're a girl, so you should go to the girls' dormitory."

"Shrek has girls' dorms. It's inconvenient and unsafe for you to live in a boys' dorm. I don't care why you were assigned here. Go to the registrar's office and apply for a transfer later."

Huo Yuhao deliberately tugged at Wang Dong's groin leg just now, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain to others how he discovered that Wang Dong was a girl.

Judging by martial soul? Huo Yuhao set Huo Buxiao's identity as a poor child from a border village. What poor child from a village is worldly-wise?

As for the city lord's letter of recommendation, it was naturally given by a nobleman's son who appreciated Huo Buxiao during his travels.

As for who the noblewoman is? It's Vina, of course!

To ensure his identity was accurate, Huo Yuhao went to the village and, through a shared mental connection, fabricated a non-existent memory for the villagers.

Huo Yuhao has done a lot of historical research outside the heavens, and he's very skilled at it.

"I'm not going."

Huo Yuhao frowned.

I said, I'm not going.

Wang Dong threw the towel in his hand to the ground, splashing water onto the clothes of the two people.

Wang Dong stood up. He was a head shorter than Huo Yuhao, but his chin was raised again. It wasn't the arrogant arrogance he had shown before, but rather the stubborn, unreasonable stubbornness that came from being cornered.

"Huo Yuhao, if you dare let me into the girls' dormitory, I'll tell the academic affairs office that you molested me."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao's eyes widened, his heart filled with disbelief.

Wait, sis? There aren't any cherry blossoms at Shrek Academy! This isn't the library! And there's no Lao Mei instigating you to fight for power here!

No, there's no Lao Mei, but there is a God-King. The Tang Clan's curse is terrifying indeed.

Huo Yuhao couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Please, no new identity, no new account!"

Wang Dong took a step forward, almost touching his nose, and looked up at him, his voice very low, so low that only the two of them could hear it.

"Young man, you don't want to be expelled from Shrek Academy, do you? Do you think the registrar's office will believe you or me?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao inwardly sighed, "This is bitter indeed."