“That’s my only condition. If you agree to it, then I’ll go.” Yuanen Yehui’s expression gave no room for negotiation.
“I can’t give you an answer to that right now. I’ll have to discuss with my friends first,” said Tang Wulin.
“Mn.” Yuanen Yehui closed the door on him in one swift motion, clearly still wary of him.
Left standing in the hall, Tang Wulin returned to his room and explained her condition to his friends.
“Just forget about her then. We’ll be fine without her. I don’t want to trouble Big Sis Gu Yue too much,” said Xu Xiaoyan.
Although she didn’t know the price Tang Wulin had paid to invite Yue Zhengyu, she could vaguely guess it had not come cheap.
Similarly, she had no idea what Gu Yue would have to pay for another spirit soul quota for the tower attack.
Gu Yue waved dismissively. “It’s fine. No trouble at all. Yuanen Yehui is a really strong assault-type. I’m certain if we have her on our team she’ll be a huge help to us and you’ll get a good spirit soul. It’s worth it to consider accepting her condition.”
“Besides,” Tang Wulin interjected. “This is a chance to ease our tense relationship with her. We can restore it to what it was like before the incident. She’s really skilled too, and she’s practically guaranteed to enter the inner court in the future. Since we’re all working students, we should be friends.”
“I agree,” Xie Xie chimed in, leaping up from his bed.
Xu Xiaoyan shot him a dirty look. “Of course you agree. Everyday you’re cleaning the front of her room, wiping the windows, drawing water for her, and wagging your tail for her like a good little puppy…”
Tang Wulin threw his gaze at Xie Xie, eyebrow quirked. “What are you up to?”
“I’m just trying to atone.”
Tang Wulin shook his head in resignation, then turned to Gu Yue. “Are you sure it wouldn’t be too much trouble to get another quota?”
“It should be fine. I’ll go ask tomorrow after lunch. Whether we get another one or not doesn’t really matter. If we don’t, we’ll be short one person, but we’re more than strong enough to tackle the tower.”
“Alright.”
All of a sudden, a knock sounded at the door.
The four friends looked at each other in surprise, pondering the identity of the uninvited visitor. The only possible people they could think of were Yue Zhengyu and Yuanen Yehui.
Xu Xiaoyan jumped off her bed and made a beeline for the door. To her surprise, her entire line of sight was obstructed upon opening it.
“Who are you?” she asked, shocked.
A perfectly round meatball towered over her. Despite standing slightly over 180 centimeters tall, his waist was as wide as he was tall. He grinned at her, chubby cheeks round like a chipmunk’s.
“Hello, I’m looking for Tang Wulin. Is he in?” His voice was gentle and pleasing to the ear.
Hearing his name, Tang Wulin approached the doorway. “You’re…” He had a guess as to who the visitor was from their voice, but upon laying eyes on the meatball before him, he grew unsure.
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Golden Dragon Tang Wulin 2
FantasyThe Age of Gods has long since ended, their voices no longer heard on the continent of Douluo. Humanity, standing on the shoulders of legends from its history, advanced soul technology to inconceivable heights. The humans of Douluo invented weapons...