Chapter 259: As Everyone Knows, the Strategist Never Goes to the Battlefield!
Seeing the look of disgust in his senior sister's eyes, Tang Wulin panicked.
In response, Ouyang Zixin stomped hard on his foot.
"Ah!"
With a cry of pain, she finally broke free from his grip, glaring at him with icy anger.
"I hate you! I hate you! You cling like a piece of gum on my shoe—annoying and pathetic! I don't like you! I'll never like you, not in this life!"
If once she hadn't disliked him, even felt a touch of warmth—this time, his behavior had burned that away completely.
Trying to force her?
That was beyond unacceptable—it was criminal.
She couldn't believe it. So this is the real Tang Wulin?
Disgust welled up inside her.
Tang Wulin froze completely.
Something deep within his chest shattered.
In his mindscape, Tang Shenwang—the God King—watched with satisfaction.
Yes, this was right.
There can be no growth without heartbreak.
As his son, the heir of the Tang God King's bloodline, such a woman was unworthy of the Tang family.
After all, Tang Wulin carried the divine power and godhood of the Golden Dragon King—a being destined for eternity.
A mortal woman, even a Limit Douluo, would live no more than three centuries.
Three hundred years… meaningless.
Could she accompany his son through eternity? No.
"Wulin," the Tang God King's voice echoed solemnly, "do not drown yourself in the foolishness of love. You must—"
"Shut up!" Tang Wulin snapped.
Tang Shenwang: …
He dared raise his voice at his father—for a woman? Outrageous!
Tang Wulin thought of leaving, of how another man would soon be by his senior sister's side day and night, and his heart splintered again.
No—he would never give up so easily!
He ran after her.
"Senior Sister! I love you!"
"Let go of me—mmph!"
Ouyang Zixin hadn't expected him to be so forceful again!
He wasn't stopping this time.
"Tang Wulin!"
Her expression turned glacial.
"Let me go! You pervert!"
"I'm warning you! Xu Xiaoyu has already come to see me—we got back together! What do you think you're doing? I'll scream!"
"What? What did you just say?"
A glint of gold flashed dangerously in Tang Wulin's eyes.
But Ouyang Zixin didn't flinch. If anything, she grew angrier.
How dare he try to intimidate her!
"Tang Wulin! I'll say it once more—Xu Xiaoyu came to see me!"
Originally, she had turned him down.
They had broken up long ago. Their first love—shattered after a brief flurry of passion and naïve dreams.
Xu Xiaoyu, she had realized, wasn't as exceptional as she'd once imagined.
He had been the one to suggest the breakup.
She had been accepted into Douluo University; he hadn't.
Not just because of the gap in soul power—but also talent. He lacked her natural skill in mecha and soul tools.
And since his sister, Xu Xiaoyan, possessed incredible potential, the family had poured all their resources into her instead.
That left Xu Xiaoyu with nowhere to go—remaining in Eastsea City instead.
Now, he had come back, begging to reconcile.
She rejected him at first; her focus now was entirely on research, not romance.
But facing Tang Wulin's aggression, Ouyang Zixin could only sever all hope and say what had to be said.
Boom!
Tang Wulin's fist slammed into the lab wall, leaving a deep, smoking crater.
"Why!?"
Ouyang Zixin turned away from him.
"There's no 'why.' Love isn't forced. And besides, I'm not someone you should like."
She took a steady breath.
"And after this, I'll speak with the professor—I'm changing partners. I don't want to work with you anymore. I'm afraid Xu Xiaoyu will misunderstand."
Without another glance, she left calmly.
Only Tang Wulin remained behind, collapsing to the floor in despair.
He had never felt so utterly broken.
Was this… defeat?
"No!!" His cry shattered in the empty air.
…
"What's wrong, Zixin?"
Seeing Ouyang Zixin storm back into the dorm, Mu Xi blinked in surprise.
"What else—Tang Wulin confessed to me again!"
Thinking of it made Ouyang Zixin rub her temple in frustration. Then she smacked Mu Xi lightly on the head.
"Ow! What was that for?" Mu Xi pouted, clutching her head like a wounded child.
My best friend actually hit me…
"What about Tang Wulin? What happened now?"
Mu Xi wasn't nearly as bothered by the mention of his name anymore. She knew her best friend would never accept him, no matter how many times he confessed.
Though, admittedly, she herself had never dared to make her own confession either.
"He confessed again, I rejected him, and then he tried to force it!"
The moment she said it, Ouyang Zixin's lingering annoyance flared anew. Her opinion of Tang Wulin plummeted to absolute zero.
"That's impossible!" Mu Xi shouted. "He'd never do something like that!"
Ouyang Zixin rolled her eyes. There was no use talking to her lovesick friend anymore.
She'd learn the hard way one day.
Tang Wulin wasn't her concern anymore—but Xu Xiaoyu's sudden reappearance was.
Even after she had clearly turned him away, he still wouldn't give up. Being a first love made it difficult to be harsh, but she had drawn her line.
"Maybe I'll take two days off," she muttered.
Tang Wulin was practically Ling Zichen's prized test subject now; switching lab partners would likely be denied anyway.
Luckily, she heard that he would soon leave with the Shrek exchange group, heading back to Shrek Academy.
Perfect—she could avoid him until then.
Acting quickly, she sent Ling Zichen a message request for personal leave.
Meanwhile, Mu Xi sprawled lazily on her bed, paying little attention to her friend's rants.
My junior brother isn't that kind of person! she thought resolutely.
Instead, she opened her communicator with a grin and started chatting again.
Lately, she'd been studying all sorts of romance stories—novels, manga, dramas—accumulating "extensive dating experience."
For the sake of her future strategy to capture Tang Wulin's heart, she'd even begun offering advice to someone else—playing the role of an online strategist.
Of course, she wasn't flirting with anyone herself. She wasn't that kind of girl.
She was merely mentoring another person—teaching them the art of love.
After all, who says a general can't command a battle without fighting it himself?
Strategists never step onto the battlefield.
[Romance Master]: "Did you pull it off?"
Less than a minute later, the reply came:
[Old Ancestor Belongs to Yun'er]: "No… Grandpa's been too busy lately. And… must I really do that?"
Mu Xi sighed. So dense!
[Romance Master]: "One second too slow, and someone else could steal him! Do you really want your beloved to fall into another woman's arms?"
[Old Ancestor Belongs to Yun'er]: "Alright… I'll try~"
(END CHAPTER)
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