Traveling through Thailand

In the days that followed, his life was no longer lonely. Pat and his siblings were there during the day, and Xiaoti chatted with him at night and listened to him talk about his host.

"He's actually been to the world of cultivation? And he's still alive like an antique! How amazing!!!!"

"That's right. He doesn't even look at who the host is. But he has also been to a very dark world."

"? What kind of world is that?" Tang Xi was very interested.

Little Ladder sighed in a serious manner, "Alas, he once created a hundred chaotic worlds in a row, and the lowest survival time in each world was 5 seconds."

"So low?" Tang Xi was so shocked by the time that he forgot to put popcorn in his mouth.

"Well, as soon as the host arrived there, he was mistaken for escaped cargo and shot. But that wasn't the worst. The worst was being dismantled into parts like a commodity and sent to different people."

Tang Xi was so shocked by the news that he was speechless, and the popcorn in his hand no longer tasted fragrant.

“How tragic.”

"So, later on, his mental state became unstable. After arriving in the normal world, he couldn't fit in, so he took a different path. He ultimately turned that world upside down. Later, I heard from the main system that the world order was suffering from severe persecution, many families were falling apart, and many people destroyed the leaders of their respective countries one after another. It eventually turned into a struggle between the people and the leaders."

"What happened next? Who won?" Tang Xi knew the truth in his heart at this moment, but still wanted to hear him say it.

"It goes without saying. The people have lost. But society is a cycle. When the lower classes disappear, new ones emerge. Those who were once high and mighty, after being dethroned, fall back into the lives of the very people at the bottom whom they once despised the most. And then the cycle repeats itself, with a new round of disputes arising once again."

After hearing this, Tang Xi didn't want to listen to any more news. He put the popcorn aside and said, "Ah, it turns out that no matter which planet you are on, there will always be oppression. By the way, didn't you say he has a mental problem? What's the problem?"

"He can't touch alcohol. If he does, his alter ego will emerge, and everyone around him will become his creation."

“He hits people??”

"No. It's murder."

"What???" Tang Xi hugged himself in fear: "This...this..."

"Okay, I won't tell you anymore. You can't touch him anyway with your current wealth."

Tang Xi nodded.

"You told me his story like this, aren't you afraid that I'll go out and tell others about it?"

The little ladder pushed open the closet door and landed in the small nest he had built. "If you can tell others about it, it means you do have a system around you."

Frightened, Tang Xi didn't sleep well for several nights. Fortunately, he had the language foundation from his previous life, so even if he didn't listen in class, he could still complete the assigned tasks well.

After school, Pha came to his house and saw the TV in the living room turned on, which was playing various information reporting on the country.

"Brother Tang, are you interested in the news recently?"

He stir-fried the food in the wok a few times, then took it out of the wok and put it on plates. He brought them to the table and replied, "No, I haven't turned on the TV for a long time, so I thought I'd give it a try. Otherwise, it would be useless."

"Oh, I see." Pha went forward to help put the dishes away without thinking too much.

"Where's your brother?"

"He was busy fighting with those guys from the Department of Architecture. I really don't know what he was thinking. He knew that Brother Tang would make delicious food tonight, but he still went with those guys to keep the appointment." Although she said she was disgusted, she still put her brother's share into the thermos.

"In that case, let's eat first."

Tang Xi thought his university life would be quite dull, but he didn't expect...

That day, clutching a stack of photocopied exam papers, Tang Xi took a shortcut for ease. But at the next turn, he encountered a young man running towards him. Just as they were about to collide, he instinctively dodged to the side. The two men's faces narrowly missed each other by a fraction of a second.

Before he could even find his balance, he saw several more people chasing him. It was obvious they were at it again. After passing them, he decided to avoid trouble and headed for the teaching building, exam paper in hand.

After handing out the papers and sitting back down to start working on the test, my phone rang. I picked it up and saw it was a message from Pat, saying that their department was having a fight with someone from the architecture department and asked me to bring him some ointment.

Tang Xi, who was used to this, put down the pen in his hand, picked up the mini medical kit in his bag and went to the location sent by the pat.

As they got closer, they passed the path they had taken before. Without looking away, they turned in the other direction. Before they could even see anyone, they heard the sounds of fighting. Tang Xi frowned. "Are they not finished yet?" This fight seemed to be lasting longer than usual.

He walked out with this thought in mind, but the next second, he wanted to withdraw his feet.

Because the two people fighting not far away were people he knew. Not referring to Pat, but the one fighting with Pat.

Tang Xi frowned, and then he figured out the key point. He crossed his arms and looked at the two enemies.

Someone shouted, "The teacher is here."

The group of people who were fighting fiercely immediately fled in all directions like frightened birds.

"Tang Department classmate??"

"Well, hello, teacher."

"Huh, I knew that guy was among those fighting here."

Tang Xi covered his mouth and chuckled, "It's well known that they don't get along, and it's also a long-standing practice."

"Humph, these bastards, even if it has been spreading for a long time, I will catch those who lead them."

"Whoever it is?"

"Well, whoever it is."

This is the Dean of Students at the Management School, Pichai, who was also Pat's father's senior. They had a good relationship. Sometimes, when Pat got into fights too much, it was because of his goodwill with the higher-ups that Pat was not expelled from school.

The reason Tang Xi was so familiar with him was because every time Pat got injured, he would help bring ointment. As time went by, they became familiar with each other.

"Then I'll go first, otherwise he might come looking for me."

"Well, let's go."

I went to their department's secret base and saw Pat sitting in a daze. I handed the medical kit to Korn and sat next to him.

"What, are you scared?"

Pat came back to his senses and moved his stiff body uncomfortably: "I'm just a little surprised."

"Well, it's really surprising. I didn't expect him to transfer to the same university as us."

Picking up the ointment Korn handed over, he asked, "How do you do it? Do you want to apply it yourself or should I help you?"

Pat changed his usual behavior: "I'll do it myself. He got punched a few times by me. You will also go and deliver the ointment."

Tang Xi nodded: "You know me quite well." He stuffed the ointment into his hand and said: "Let's go."

After he left, Korn lowered his sleeves and walked over to him in confusion: "Why did he leave? Doesn't he usually help you apply the medicine?"

Pat unscrewed the lid and applied the medicine to himself: "He had something urgent to do."

"Oh, I see." Korn was confused, but he didn't want to think about it anymore. He said to Pat cheerfully, "We had a great fight today. That guy is showing off. Humph, I'll break his legs sooner or later."