Chapter 1: Huo Yutong,
Douluo God Realm.
"Damned God of Destruction!"
A blue-haired man holding a golden trident said sinisterly, despite being the leader of the God Realm designated by the two great gods of good and evil.
Suddenly, as if a thought had occurred to him, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, thanks to the preparations he had made on Douluo Continent, everything in the Douluo plane was under his control.
...
"Sir, why are women dressed as men considered heroic, while men dressed as women are considered effeminate?"
"This depends on the individual's performance. A man dressed as a woman to approach and assassinate a lustful enemy is also a hero."
"Then if a woman dressed as a man can live in the men's dormitory, then can a man dressed as a woman and do nothing else also live in the women's dormitory?"
Moon: ...
At the entrance of the white dormitory building, an elderly man dressed in gray cloth, his face full of wrinkles, looking already frail, was half-lying on a chair. Nearby, a handsome young man with a delicate face asked earnestly. His black hair and dark eyes, a few tangled strands sticking up, slid open as his fair fingers peeled off Banana's clothes.
"If you want to be expelled, you can try," a hoarse voice tinged with a hint of teasing rang out.
"No, I'm kidding. We paid ten gold soul coins." A flicker of pain crossed An Zhen's fair face.
An Zhen's heart ached.
Although Shrek Academy hadn't raised tuition in ten thousand years, a truly conscientious gesture, having grown from a humble village to a powerful powerhouse, it still remained the same. But for an undercover agent like him, an orphan, the burden was still almost unbearable. A time traveler, an orphan.
At the age of six, he was accepted into the Hongchen Family of the Sun and Moon Empire because of his innate soul power. At ten, he applied to his adoptive father... his godfather, Jing Hongchen, to study soul mastership at Shrek Academy. After much effort, he was recognized as an orphan by the city lord of the Douling Empire, who gave him a letter of recommendation.
Orphans naturally didn't have much.
The city lord gave them some, but it wasn't enough.
Of course, the key was the non-refundable tuition.
"Uncle, a banana? You can bite a banana, right?" He thrust the peeled fruit directly into the old man's withered hands. The cheerful young man and the somewhat helpless old man looked like a pair of grandfather and grandson basking in the sun.
"This old man isn't a dorm manager."
Forced into the fruit, the frail old man had no choice but to accept it.
"You're talking like I'm bribing you. Isn't it just respecting the elderly and loving the young?"
What normal boy wouldn't be curious about the girls' dormitory? The sun was already high in the sky.
Under the warm sun, an old man and a young girl lay on lounge chairs, quietly enjoying the rare good weather. The passing young men and women paid them no attention, assuming they were family members of teachers and went upstairs.
"Hello, old man. I'm a new student, checking into the dorm. Would you like to see my freshman badge?"
A tender, soft voice, filled with respect, echoed.
Without even looking up, the old man extended his trembling right hand, his voice rasping and deep, "Give me the badge and dormitory key."
"Whoa!"
The two items arced gracefully through the air before landing on someone's peaceful, sleeping face.
"Hmm..."
A lazy murmur echoed, and a pair of sleepy eyes fluttered open as the young man reached out to fumble with the object that had just interrupted his nap.
A badge, a key?
"Number 108?"
An Zhen instinctively recited the number written on the key.
"Young people can't be as lifeless as my old bones," Moon's hoarse voice held a hint of a kind smile.
"Lack of sleep won't keep you tall," the eleven-year-old boy, nearly five feet six inches tall, declared righteously. This wasn't laziness; it was for the sake of health.
"Hmm."
The old man nodded gently, then closed his dim eyes.
"..."
Who told me to respect the elderly and cherish the young?
An Zhen reluctantly stood up.
He reached out and gently pushed the recliner. The next moment, ripples appeared in the space, and the recliner that was large enough to accommodate two people disappeared.
"Who's this?"
An Zhen's gaze lingered on the adorable little girl before him, his jewel-like eyes dilating.
Her petite frame looked only about 1.4 meters tall, a sign of serious malnutrition in a continent characterized by rapid growth. Her clothes, washed to a pale white, were immaculately clean. Her hair, a deep-sea azure, reached her ears, and her fair, lovely face was framed by arched eyebrows.
The most striking thing about her were her eyes, which seemed to speak, as if they held a pool of autumn water, glittering like stars.
Where did this little cutie come from?
"Pretty eyes,"
An Zhen praised honestly, not looking away.
"Thank you...thank you."
The child, somewhat self-conscious, lowered his head unconsciously, a delicate, bony hand gently pinching the edge of her plain clothing.
"My name is An Zhen, a freshman this year."
"Huo... Huo Yutong." Her voice was as low as a mosquito's. The young girl, favored by fate, bravely raised her head. Her eyes, glittering like stars, met the warm and confident black eyes. She couldn't help but look away. "My name is Huo Yutong, a freshman this year too."
"Come on, follow me."
Grabbing An Zhen's slender wrist, she headed straight for the first-floor dormitories.
"Ah!"
Startled by her actions, Huo Yutong froze for a moment, letting herself be pulled toward the dormitories like a puppet.
After the two men left, a tall, graceful figure silently appeared behind Moon En. The elegant middle-aged man bowed respectfully and said, "Teacher."
"I was hoping to spend time with energetic children and experience the youthful energy, but I didn't expect to end up with such a lazy little fellow." Even as he spoke, a kind smile crossed his face, as if he were talking about his beloved grandson.
"An Zhen, an orphan, eleven years old, a twenty-third-level Great Spirit Master. His spirit is the world, and he possesses a powerful ability to spread emotions. Even if one knows someone possesses this ability, they will unconsciously lower their guard and be influenced by their enthusiasm."
"Shaozhe, you're being overly suspicious."
Moon En shook his head gently. "Don't use adult thinking to judge children. Humans are social animals. Why resist the warmth of the world?"
"Uh."
An embarrassment crossed the elegant man's face. "The student just thought this child was special."
...
The key unlocked the door.
He grabbed Huo Yutong's wrist to prevent her from entering. As the young girl stared at him in confusion, An Zhen raised his hand and fanned it. A gust of wind dispersed the murky air, stirring up dust all over the room.
"These dormitories haven't been occupied for a while. You stay here while I go deal with this."
As the young girl stared in surprise, the dust in the room was blown into the corner by the wind.
Open the window for ventilation.
"The living conditions for ordinary students are really poor,"
An Zhen complained.
The dormitory was only about ten square meters and had no private bathroom, just like the university dormitory in his previous life. No, his university dormitory had air conditioning. This was the number one school in the continent, and everyone who came in would be called a genius by others outside.
Alas, Flanders' stingy spirit has been passed down to someone else.
"Thank you, Brother An Zhen."
Huo Yutong thanked him gratefully.
"It's nothing." An Zhen waved his hand. It was just some simple work. "But my ability to control water is not that strong yet. You'll have to do the rest of the cleaning yourself."
"You can even control water! Brother An Zhen's martial spirit is amazing." The blue-haired, men's-dressed loli said sincerely. As if she felt the other party's kindness, the loli, who was originally a little inferior, felt a little closer to the person in front of her and asked curiously, "My martial spirit is the Spirit Eye, what is Brother An Zhen's martial spirit?"
"World."
Modulation mode.
An Zhen silently added the last four words in his mind.
It should have appeared in an anime, the kind that was a bit unorthodox.
(End of this chapter)