Afterwards, Flender arranged the dormitories for the new students.
Then, with his hands behind his back, he leisurely strolled back to his small courtyard.
Dai Mubai clapped his hands and said to Tang San.
“Let’s go, I’ll take you back to the dorm first.”
Xiao Wu cautiously supported Tang San’s right arm.
Although the wound on Tang San’s left arm had stopped bleeding, his entire forearm was still swollen and bruised.
Dai Mubai took two steps, suddenly turned his head, swept his gaze across the crowd, and finally landed on Zhu Zhuqing.
His gaze lingered on her cold expression for a moment.
The corners of his mouth twitched, wanting to say something, but in the end, he didn’t open his mouth.
At this time, Qin Yun was talking with Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing’s gaze was entirely fixed on Qin Yun.
She seemed completely unaware of Dai Mubai’s burning gaze.
An indescribable feeling welled up deep inside Dai Mubai’s heart.
“Let’s go, let’s go, I’ll take Little San back to rest first,” Xiao Wu urged.
Dai Mubai nodded and led the way in front.
Xiao Wu supported Tang San and followed behind.
When passing by Qin Yun, she puffed out her cheeks and let out a heavy “hum” at him.
Qin Yun was noncommittal about this and ignored her.
Afterwards, he turned sideways and said to Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.
“Your dorms are over there, I’ll lead you two over.”
He raised his hand and pointed at a drab, dusty building on the west side of the playground.
Looking at such a crude dormitory, Ning Rongrong muttered to herself inwardly, but didn’t show it.
On the other hand, Zhu Zhuqing had a calm expression.
Having suffered hardships since childhood, she wasn’t picky about her living environment, and simply followed silently behind Qin Yun.
After bringing the two back, Qin Yun did not stay.
He quickly returned to his own residence.
His room was small, but kept neat and tidy.
A desk was close to the windowsill, on which were placed a few handwritten notes and a few tightly sealed glass bottles.
Afterwards, he sat down at the desk, stimulated his spirit power in his hands, and began blending things.
His fingers were slender, and his movements were extremely steady.
First, he used a trace amount of spirit power to separate a portion of carbon and nitrogen compounds from the air, and then used extremely precise control to proportion them elementally with a specific solvent.
Soon, a small amount of colorless liquid slowly dripped from the porcelain tube, falling into a prepared glass dish.
This liquid was as clear as water, with almost no visible color, except for a faint, illusory chill mist slightly rising from its surface.
Hydrogen cyanide.
Inhaled through the respiratory tract, it could cause cardiac and respiratory arrest within ten seconds;
even with just skin contact, under high concentration, it could penetrate the stratum corneum, seep into capillaries, and cause systemic poisoning in an extremely short time.
He carefully sealed the glass dish, put it into the hidden pocket of his sleeve, took out another smaller porcelain bottle, poured the remaining hydrogen cyanide solution into it, and sealed the opening with wax.
After finishing all this, he leaned against the back of the chair, let out a long breath, closed his eyes, and allowed his nerves, which had been strained all day, to relax slightly.
In that battle during the day, he injured Tang San.
The Dragon Beard Needle belonged to Tang San himself, which could be considered reaping what he sowed.
However, what he worried about was not Tang San, but Tang Hao hiding in the dark.
Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo, was one of the few Titled Douluo on the continent.
At this moment, he was somewhere in Soto City, watching every move of Shrek Academy.
Qin Yun guessed that Tang Hao still needed Flender to teach Tang San.
Currently, as Flender’s top Disciple, having defeated Tang San head-on, Tang Hao probably wouldn’t come to look for trouble with him.
However, he still made some preparations.
If Tang Hao really wanted to do something to him, fighting head-on would naturally be like throwing an egg at a rock.
A fortieth-rank Spirit Ancestor facing a ninety-fifth-rank Titled Douluo didn’t even have the qualification to fight back.
But he believed that with the mystery of his Spirit, coupled with poison gas like hydrogen cyanide which completely exceeded the Douluo Continent, he could at least create a gap to escape while the opponent was careless.
Briefly creating trouble for him and taking the opportunity to flee.
This bit of confidence he still had.
Qin Yun’s estimation was pretty much accurate.
Tang Hao was indeed outside Shrek Academy.
He stood at the edge of that small grove outside the city, his tattered black robe flapping loudly in the night wind, his massive physique turned away from the direction of the academy.
He held a crude wine flask in his hand, yet for a long time, he didn’t bring it to his mouth.
Tang San was no match for Qin Yun and was injured by his own Hidden Weapons.
After hesitating repeatedly, Tang Hao did not make a move.
With his identity as a Titled Douluo, rushing into the academy to attack a forty-something-rank teenager—if word got out, what face would he, Tang Hao, have left to stand on the continent?
What’s more, he still had to leave Tang San here and let Flender take care of him.
If he were to make a move against Flender’s Disciple out of a momentary impulse right now, the one in the most difficult position then would actually be Tang San.
He slowly loosened his fists, threw back his head and gulped down a mouthful of cheap wine.
The pungent liquid rolled down his throat, suppressing the restless fire in his chest by a few fractions.
Leaning his back against the tree trunk and looking at the sparse cold stars in the night sky, he muttered in a low, hoarse voice.
“Little San, this Qin Yun…
just treat him as your opponent.”
Tang Hao had an inexplicable confidence in his own Spirit.
Having said this, as if he had finally made a certain decision, he hung the wine flask at his waist and strode towards the direction of the academy.
But instead of going to find Qin Yun, he headed straight for Flender’s residence.
The lamplight flickered inside the room, obviously showing that Flender was calculating something under the lamp.
After the door closed, a few muffled conversations faintly came from inside.
In about the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the door opened again.
Tang Hao stepped out across the threshold.
He stood at the doorway, tilted his head slightly, and his gaze crossed layers of night, landing on the distant direction of Tang San’s dormitory.
Tang Hao’s gaze lingered there for a few breaths.
Then he turned around and strode away, disappearing into the darkness outside the academy.
Zhao Wuji and Flender both crossed their arms and bowed with cupped hands toward the direction where Tang Hao left.
“Respectfully seeing off Your Excellency!”
“I didn’t expect that brat Tang San to actually be this person’s child!”
“I heard back then he was hunted down by Spirit Hall and then disappeared without a trace for over a dozen years, yet he appeared right here with us.”
Flender stroked his robe sleeves and did not return to the room.
Instead, he turned around, crossed the playground, and walked toward Qin Yun’s residence.
A streak of light leaked from the window of Qin Yun’s room—this child really hadn’t slept yet.
Flender walked up to the door and raised his hand to knock twice, neither too hard nor too softly.
“Who is it?”
Qin Yun’s voice came from inside.
“It’s me.”
Flender lowered his voice, carrying a rare bit of solemnity in his tone.
The room fell silent for a breath, followed immediately by the soft sound of a chair moving.
The latch was pulled open.
Qin Yun turned sideways to clear the doorway: “Dean, please come in.”
“Is there anything you need looking for me so late?”
Flender said: “Among the new students who came today, that one named Tang San—don’t easily get into conflicts with him when you have nothing to do.”
Hearing this, Qin Yun’s eyebrows twitched slightly, and a flash of realization swept across the depths of his eyes.
Flender was afraid that that great Buddha Tang Hao might turn back with some real dissatisfaction and make an example out of him.
He lowered his eyes and didn’t ask much more.
He nodded solemnly.
“Dean, rest assured, I know my limits.”