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Without any hesitation, Su Qiu leapt out of the corridor and out of the building. The Eagle spirit flashed into existence for a moment, and with the help of the wind, he hovered briefly in midair before charging straight into the second floor.
At the same time, a series of equations formed in his mind:
"Acting badly at such a young age, engaging in campus bullying."
"If they dare bully others today, tomorrow they'll dare to kill!"
"That means they'll become future evil soul masters."
"And those people deserve to be struck down by me."
The start of the school year was supposed to be a joyful time, yet Tang Wulin felt deeply aggrieved.
Everything in Eastsea City was new to him. Along the way, the looks people gave him ranged from envy to disdain.
Some even called him a country bumpkin.
Tang Wulin felt miserable. He couldn't understand why city people harbored such hostility toward him.
Fortunately, the senior student responsible for guiding new arrivals at Eastsea Academy was kind and gentle.
With her help, Tang Wulin arrived at the academy and went to the Academic Affairs Office to collect his new student uniform and dormitory key.
He had originally looked forward to meeting the companions he would live with for the next few years, but after entering the dormitory, he realized it was nothing like what he had imagined.
The room was a standard four-person dormitory, and both lower bunks were already occupied.
The two occupants looked over at him.
The student on the lower left bunk was tall, with fierce eyes beneath short hair, giving off a very intimidating aura.
The other was thinner, wearing glasses and seemingly reading a book.
The bespectacled student introduced himself as Yun Xiao.
From their conversation, Tang Wulin learned that the fierce-looking student seemed to be called Zhou Changxi.
Zhou Changxi rudely ordered, "New guy, go clean the room."
Tang Wulin had just arrived and was still somewhat dazed, so he nodded. "Okay."
He went out to fetch water.
But when he returned and stepped into the room, he saw his belongings scattered all over the floor—everything he owned.
Zhou Changxi was still holding his bag.
The blanket, clothes, and various daily necessities were strewn across the ground, including the two sets of uniforms he had just received.
The dormitory floor had not yet been cleaned since the start of the term, and the dust covering those items looked painfully glaring.
Those were all things he had bought together with his mother. Before purchasing each item, they had talked about it for a long time.
At that moment, scenes flashed through Tang Wulin's mind—his mother carefully packing his luggage before he left, placing each item neatly into the bag while constantly reminding him to take care of himself.
"What are you doing?!"
Tang Wulin's eyes turned red with anger.
Those were the things my mom carefully packed for me—how dare you touch them!
Zhou Changxi stepped on the blanket and sneered. "Nothing. Just taking a look at what a country bumpkin like you brought."
"And it's all this trash. Just what I expected."
At that instant, something inside Tang Wulin snapped.
Those were things his mother had bought for him. They were not trash!
Provoked by Zhou Changxi's insults, Tang Wulin moved. He charged forward with unstoppable momentum, the air bursting with explosive sounds from his terrifying speed as he threw a punch.
Zhou Changxi was experienced in fights and had already prepared himself, quickly raising his hands to block.
But his defense posed no obstacle at all—like an ant trying to shake a tree.
That punch smashed through Zhou Changxi's palm and slammed into his chest.
Under the immense force, Zhou Changxi flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing through the window and falling downstairs.
From Tang Wulin's furious roar to Zhou Changxi being blasted away, everything happened within a single second.
Yun Xiao, standing to the side, was already stunned, frozen in place.
At that moment, someone stepped in from outside the door—a youth dressed in black sportswear, his face cold. Seeing the scattered belongings on the floor, he frowned slightly, casually kicking them aside before coldly saying to Tang Wulin, who was blocking the way, "Move."
"You deserve to die too!"
Already emotionally unstable, Tang Wulin charged forward with another punch, assuming this person was the same type as Zhou Changxi.
Unlike Zhou Changxi, the aloof youth did not block head-on. With a slight shift of his steps, he easily dodged the punch and countered with an elbow strike to Tang Wulin's back.
Already moving forward, Tang Wulin lost his balance and was sent flying toward the dormitory doorway.
"Well, well—quite the personalities you all have, fighting on the first day of school."
Su Qiu had arrived. He caught Tang Wulin and casually shook his arm, effortlessly dispersing the impact.
Still in a rage, Tang Wulin didn't realize that the one who caught him was helping him and instinctively threw another punch in retaliation.
It carried power similar to the punch Zhou Changxi had just faced.
But Su Qiu calmly raised a hand and blocked it firmly—something Zhou Changxi could never have achieved in his lifetime.
"Classmate, calm down."
With a thought, a gentle breeze brushed across Tang Wulin's head, cooling his mind and bringing him back to his senses.
"S-sorry."
Tang Wulin lowered his head in apology, realizing this person had just helped him.
"It's fine. You already apologized—what else is there to say?"
Su Qiu waved his hand and walked into the dormitory.
"Can someone explain what just happened?"
Su Qiu had smelled the scent of wrongdoing. He was ready to judge evil soul masters—well, not quite; he was ready to judge a bully.
But before that, he needed to understand the full story.
The aloof youth ignored him and simply chose a bed to start unpacking.
Yun Xiao finally snapped out of his shock. Quick-witted since childhood, he opened his mouth, intending to explain.
At that moment, a deep voice came from outside the door.
"What's going on here?"
The teacher had arrived—quite efficient.
Ten minutes later.
Intermediate Division Administrative Office, Eastsea Academy.
"So you fought over this?" Long Hengxu looked coldly at the new students before him, his expression gloomy.
"What do you mean 'over this'?"
After hearing the entire story, Su Qiu was surprised to realize that the person he had caught earlier was actually Tang Wulin.
Was Tang Wulin bullied right at the start of school?
He had forgotten those details.
Then that arrogant one must be Xie Xie, right?
Still, if someone threw around the things his mother had packed for him, he would fight them to the death as well.
Long Hengxu ignored Su Qiu. After all, he was the true young master of Eastsea City—better to indulge him.
"Zhou Changxi, you could have entered Class Three, but it seems your character has serious issues. Getting beaten was entirely your own fault. You will remain in Class Five permanently."
Zhou Changxi wanted to argue, but Long Hengxu's gloomy stare silenced him.
"And the two of you—fighting on the first day of school. You will both be assigned to Class Five." This time he referred to Xie Xie and Yun Xiao.
Xie Xie did not react, maintaining his cold demeanor. It didn't matter to him which class he entered; he was confident in his own talent.
Yun Xiao cried out in protest—he had done nothing at all, yet Long Hengxu suppressed him with moral authority.
"And as for you." When it came to Su Qiu, Long Hengxu hesitated. Su Qiu had done nothing wrong—should he praise him?
That wouldn't work either. Long Hengxu believed in strict, suppressive education; with students fighting, he couldn't bring himself to praise anyone.
More importantly, Su Qiu's background was too influential, making criticism equally inappropriate.
"You-"
"I'll go to Class Five as well."
Su Qiu volunteered. He suddenly remembered that the instructor of Class Five was Wu Zhangkong, a former Shrek Academy student.
More importantly, Wu Zhangkong was also a swordsman, and Su Qiu had been worrying about how to train his swordsmanship. Su Wuyan, that old guy, was obsessed only with his overpower-the-weak garbage technique.
Perfect—he could spar with Wu Zhangkong.
At the same time, he could see what level Shrek's geniuses were at and prepare for the future.
"Are you sure?" Long Hengxu looked at him strangely. Someone volunteering for Class Five?
Then he realized that this year's Class Five was taught by Wu Zhangkong. Su Qiu must have received the information and come specifically for him.
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