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Rising Sun The first rays of sunlight spilled across the land, illuminating the dormitory building, where a group of students remained cocooned in their blankets, avoiding the light and reluctant to get out of bed.
At this moment, on the rooftop, a slender figure was already sweating profusely.
“Ha! Hah!”
With loud shouts, each punch and kick appeared simple at first glance, resembling a novice's practice. However, upon closer inspection, one could sense the underlying lethal intent.
This was a training method created by the Killer Prince in a previous life, designed to seal several key acupoints on the body, making movement difficult during training. Not only did it greatly hone one's willpower, but it also trained the body's coordination and control, significantly aiding in strength enhancement.
He began this training after fully inheriting the memories of the Killer Prince. Compared to his previous training methods, this high-pressure approach was clearly more effective.
After finishing his training and wiping the sweat from his forehead, he went downstairs only to find that no one was in the adjacent room.
“Where have those two Fellows gone? They wouldn’t have gone for Health Treatment, would they?”
Thinking this, Ye Mingshang shrugged and went back to wash up before heading out.
For him, attending class was like leisure; with excellent teachers and his own sharp mind, he easily absorbed knowledge without feeling bored at all.
In the corridor of the classroom, a petite figure stood in front of him.
“Hi!~ Good morning.” Face She greeted him, causing Ye Mingshang to feel a bit awkward.
Haitang nodded and softly replied, “Good morning.”
Ye Mingshang couldn’t meet her affectionate gaze and hurriedly walked past her.
Feeling the gentle breeze brushing against her cheek and smelling the familiar scent, Haitang pressed her lips together tightly, holding onto a notebook in her arms. Tears streamed down her face, slowly dripping from her chin onto the notebook.
It wasn't that she was intentionally avoiding anyone or that she didn't like them; she simply didn't want to give her hope only to let her down. Because of someone's existence, he could no longer let go of another woman in his heart.
Sitting at his desk, he absentmindedly tapped the pen against the table while listening to the teacher's lecture at the podium. He couldn't help but turn to look at the empty seat beside him.
"Why didn't she come? Is she hiding somewhere crying...?"
"Alright, that's it for this class. See you tomorrow."
It wasn't until the class ended that Ye Mingshang snapped back to reality, glancing at Zhou Laoshi, who had already walked to the classroom door, and sighed softly.
"Hey! Why are you sighing? Did you eat something bad?" A classmate with glasses patted him on the shoulder and asked.
Ye Mingshang shook his head and smiled slightly. "No, just a bit distracted."
"If there's something bothering you, just say it. Maybe I can help you out; after all, I’m taking an elective psychology course," the Glasses Youth said with a warm smile.
"Thanks for your kindness, but you can't help with my troubles." Pushing away the other person's hand, Ye Mingshang stood up and prepared to leave.
"Sometimes you shouldn't look too far; maybe what you're looking for has been right beside you all along."
The voice came from behind him, causing Ye Mingshang to shudder and turn around. "What do you know?"
However, there was no sign of the classmate with glasses behind him; only a few students looked at him in confusion, unsure of what he was talking about.
"What happened to that Glasses guy who was just here?" Ye Mingshang asked.
"You were just sitting there talking to yourself; there hasn't been anyone with glasses here," one student replied.
"Are you hallucinating?" another classmate asked.
Ye Mingshang's body jolted. Right, I know all the classmates in the class, but who is that Glasses? From another class?
Is it really a hallucination...
The sudden disappearance felt somewhat familiar...
As he walked out of the classroom, he was still thinking about the previous scene.
"Don't let me look too far; the target is right beside me... What are you trying to tell me?"
There was no time for him to ponder those thoughts when a phone ringing pulled his attention back.
"Hello."
"Not good, Fatty is seriously injured. Xiao Ye, hurry over," came Director Lu's anxious shout from the other end of the line.
What?! Fatty is hurt? What happened?
With no time to think too much, he rushed out.
He hadn't returned the car he borrowed earlier. With one press of the accelerator, the car shot out.
He burst into the hospital room and shouted, "What happened to Fatty?!"
...
In the hospital room, a plump figure was taking off his pants for the doctor to examine him when the door swung open with a bang.
A few people stared at each other, and one of them cleared his throat and said, "Cough~ Your friend seems a bit agitated..."
"Brother Ye, it's over here." The door of the adjacent ward opened, and Xu Chen's head peeked out.
"Uh... Sorry, you all continue..."
The door closed, and the fat man exchanged glances with the doctor.
"Isn't that your friend?"
As Xu Chen entered the ward, they saw a familiar figure lying on the hospital bed, dressed in a Patient Gown, with thick bandages wrapped around his head, slightly stained with red. A respirator was attached to his face, and his eyes were closed; he was already unconscious.
Seeing him like this, Ye Mingshang frowned and asked, "What happened?"
Xu Chen's expression was somewhat conflicted as he looked at him, wanting to say something but hesitating.
"Speak up!" Ye Mingshang urged.
"I'll answer this question," Director Lu said as he noticed Xu Chen's reluctance to speak and stepped forward.
"How did the fat man's injury happen?"
Director Lu glanced at him with a complicated expression. "It was Joan."
"What?!"
It was Joan? Joan beat up the fat man like this? Not to mention why he would do it; even if he tried to fight him, he wouldn't win against the fat man. Besides, the fat man could fly; if he couldn't win in a fight, couldn't he just run away?
"Did you get hurt because you were saving Joan?" Ye Mingshang asked.
Director Lu glanced at him and shook his head. "No, the fat guy's injury... was caused by Joan."
"Don't make jokes like that."
Ye Mingshang couldn't believe that two good friends would turn on each other, especially to such an extent. Moreover, looking at the fat guy like this, it was clear he was barely hanging on to life. Would Joan really go that far? Impossible!
"It's true, I saw it with my own eyes. Joan stabbed the fat guy with a knife and even took something from him," Xu Chen said with a frown.
"Took what?"
"I don't know, I couldn't see clearly from a distance, but..."
"But what?"
"But that thing seemed to have been dug out of the fat guy, yet the hospital checked and found that aside from some stab wounds, he didn't lose anything."
Dug out? Ye Mingshang thought of something and reached out to check the fat guy's pulse, instantly shaking in shock.
"This ungrateful disciple!!!" (To be continued.)
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