Tang Wulin, you have already chosen your own death!

Tang Wulin lay down comfortably, even grabbing half of the blanket to cover himself.

He closed his eyes, looking quite pleased, and slowly said, "I've thought about it, and what you said does make sense."

Tang Wulin looked at Wang Dong's wide, pinkish-blue eyes, which were filled with shock and panic.

"So, as compensation, I'll share half of my bed with you. No need to thank me too much, just squeeze in and it'll be warmer."

He sniffed the scent in the blankets and exclaimed, "Your blankets smell quite nice."

"Who wants to squeeze in with you!" Wang Dong's face flushed, and she reached out to push Tang Wulin away. "Get off! This is my blanket, my mattress!"

But this amount of force was like a tickle to Tang Wulin.

He didn't move at all, but instead closed his eyes, looking as if he was about to fall asleep peacefully.

"Quiet down. A patient should act like a patient. Resting early will help you recover faster."

Tang Wulin even "kindly" offered a reminder.

Wang Dong looked at this guy and felt like crying!

He huddled against the wall, trying to stay as far away from Tang Wulin as possible, feeling the unfamiliar body temperature and breath coming from beside him.

The fresh, yet vibrant and energetic aura emanating from Tang Wulin, fresh from washing up, seeped into his nostrils.

Wang Dong's heart was pounding like a drum, pounding against his chest, so fast that he could hardly breathe.

Even through the pajamas, I could feel the other person's burning body temperature.

Under the covers, their calves would occasionally brush against each other unintentionally.

Each touch felt like an electric current running through him, making him shudder and his toes curl up in tension.

In the Haotian Sect, Wang Dong was a little princess who was pampered by her two uncles.

They've never been bullied, let alone wronged.

This is what shaped his personality.

But they had only known Tang Wulin for a short day.

Wang Dong felt as if he had been hypnotized by the other party.

He can pose however he wants, and he has to pose accordingly.

He always acts like an adult teasing a child.

It's infuriating.

Damn it!!

Bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard!!

"Tang Wulin, are you feeling quite smug right now?"

Wang Dong, his face full of resentment, gritted his teeth and said.

Upon hearing this, Tang Wulin opened his eyes, his face full of confusion.

What am I so proud of?

"Go to sleep, stop talking nonsense."

Tang Wulin said something very sleepy, and then fell silent.

Wang Dong felt as if he had punched a piece of cotton.

I can't exert any strength at all.

Time passed slowly, and Tang Wulin's breathing gradually calmed down, indicating that he had fallen asleep.

Wang Dong, however, remained lucid.

There was no way around it; it was the first time I'd ever gotten this close to a person of the opposite sex who was my age.

He simply couldn't sleep.

The silvery moonlight streamed in through the window, falling precisely on Tang Wulin's profile.

Wang Dong's initial resentment somehow dissipated somewhat in the quiet night.

He couldn't sleep and had nothing to do.

So he quietly turned to the side and, by the moonlight, secretly sized up the guy next to him who both angered and frustrated him.

Upon closer inspection, he had to admit that Tang Wulin was indeed good-looking.

Hmph, only this face is worth looking at!

Wang Dong muttered to himself, feeling unconvinced.

How can a boy have such long eyelashes!

He's a sissy!

Wang Dong thought with a hint of jealousy.

Despite thinking this, he was still as if bewitched, and subconsciously, in a low voice, began to count Tang Wulin's eyelashes one by one:

"One, two, three..."

As he counted, Wang Dong unconsciously drifted off to sleep.

Silent all night.

"The sun's shining on my butt!"

A voice calling out startled Wang Dong awake from his sleep.

He opened his eyes groggily, still in a daze for a moment.

What came into view was Tang Wulin's face, which was very close to his.

They were both lying on their sides, facing each other, so close they could almost feel each other's breath.

"You bastard! What are you doing?"

Wang Dong woke up instantly.

Without thinking, he reached out and pushed Tang Wulin's face.

Tang Wulin nimbly dodged.

He complained, "You bastard, you've been using my arm as a pillow, and you still have the nerve to turn around and blame me."

Wang Dong was taken aback.

He belatedly realized that the "pillow" he was using was actually Tang Wulin's strong arm.

He immediately stood up, his cheeks burning.

"Who, who told you to put your arm here!"

He frantically tidied his messy, light blue short hair, his voice tinged with exasperation.

"Yo!"

Suddenly, a hearty laugh came from the side.

The old man in charge of dormitory maintenance stood outside the door, chuckling as he said, "Why don't we just replace your beds with a big one? Why bother with repairs? You can live comfortably in the dormitory now."

Chapter 58: Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre! Zhou Yi is becoming increasingly frantic!

While repairing the equipment, the old repairman teased Wang Dong and Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin didn't care.

Wang Dong broke through the defenses and, enraged, ran out on his own, disregarding his injuries.

As a result, he slipped and fell hard as soon as he stepped out the door.

This made Tang Wulin and the old man burst into laughter.

Wang Dong felt utterly despondent and ashamed to live in this world.

The annual freshman enrollment has finally come to an end.

The freshmen dormitory building has become lively again, with many new faces.

Wang Dong has been unable to do anything these past two days because of his injuries; he has to stay in his dormitory by himself and has to rely on Tang Wulin to bring him his meals.

Perhaps it's because they share a bed.

Wang Dong was no longer the arrogant person he was when he first arrived.

But in daily life, there's still a strange feeling.

Even a brief eye contact with Tang Wulin would send them into a panic, prompting them to quickly turn their heads away and avoid speaking.

Tang Wulin, on the other hand, was enjoying a leisurely and carefree life.

Wang Dong has been properly trained.

These past few days, he occasionally went to catch up with Wu Changkong, but he spent most of his time cultivating.

His soul power is about to reach level 30 Soul Master.

After Jin Yu devoured "Faust," he became a thousand-year-old soul, which means that the little grass snake that devoured the Pale King's essence will also provide him with a soul skill.

What could it be?

Tang Wulin was quite looking forward to it.

If nothing unexpected happens, he should be able to acquire his third soul skill within three months, around the time of the entrance exam after the freshman year ends.

Time flew by, and soon it was time for class to start.

"Oh right, I haven't asked yet, who is your teacher?"

Before leaving, Tang Wulin asked a question.

Wang Dong frowned, thinking, "I'm in Class 1, and my name seems to be... Zhou Yi."

"I've heard that this teacher Zhou Yi doesn't have a good reputation, so you should be careful," Tang Wulin warned.

"How bad could Shrek's teachers be?"

Wang Dong dismissed it with disdain.

But soon, he regretted it.

"My name is Zhou Yi, and I'm your homeroom teacher. I'm not sure how many of you will stay with me for the next year. But I want to tell you that in my class, no trash will pass the exams. I'm training monsters, not idiots!"

A cold, hoarse voice spread through the classroom like waves, like a broken gong.

An old woman in a white robe stood in the center, with wrinkled skin, white hair, and a face as black as iron, her gray hair curled on top of her head.

His dark eyes swept across the entire classroom, emanating a powerful mental pressure.

An invisible pressure arose in Wang Dong's heart, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

At the same time, he also felt another hostile gaze.

He frowned and looked behind him.

He noticed a boy with an ordinary appearance and a thin build, but with surprisingly determined eyes staring at him.

It was Huo Yuhao!

"I just don't want to share a dorm with anyone else. I'll tell anyone who comes to leave. It's not targeting you, understand?"

Memories surged back, and Huo Yuhao recalled Wang Dong's humiliation.

His eyes flashed with a fierce, bloodthirsty light, like those of a jackal.

A gentleman takes his revenge, even after ten years.

Don't bully young poor!

Next time, even if he gets beaten to death, he'll still bite off a piece of flesh from Wang Dong.

But just then, a soft sigh was heard.

Huo Yuhao was overjoyed.