I Don't Want to Fight

Dorm Manager Grandpa's withered hand paused slightly. A trace of surprise flashed through his cloudy, dim eyes as he glanced at the key and badge in his hand before returning them to Jiang Ming.

"Why would you think that?"

Rather than answering directly, Dorm Manager Grandpa asked Jiang Ming why he thought so.

Jiang Ming smiled. He already had the answer in his heart.

"Hehe, Dorm Manager Grandpa, this is Shrek Academy! To be able to stay at Shrek Academy in retirement, someone your age has to be a Titled Douluo at the very least, right?!"

At those words, a smile flickered across Dorm Manager Grandpa's aged face. The moving muscles on his face piled several layers of wrinkles together, enough to crush several flies to death.

"New students these days are quite sharp. All right, your room is the second one on the left on the second floor. Remember, the fourth floor and above are for female students. If you go up there, you'll be expelled!"

Dorm Manager Grandpa reminded him.

"Got it! Thanks, Dorm Manager Grandpa. I'll come chat with you again later!"

Jiang Ming gripped the Dormitory Key and badge in his palm, then turned and entered the White Dormitory Building.

Dorm Manager Grandpa shook his head. His cloudy eyes remained old, but a glint of sharpness flickered deep within them.

"Interesting child."

Following Dorm Manager Grandpa's directions, Jiang Ming quickly found his dormitory.

Honestly, the environment was not great.

The Dormitory Building had clearly been around for a long time, and its interior was somewhat old. There were communal bathrooms on both sides of the hallway.

The number plate hanging on the dormitory door bore slight rust, clearly having been in service for many years.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Ming inserted the key into the lock and turned it open. He then swiftly retreated two steps, avoiding the stale air that had built up inside for a long time.

Freshman dormitories really were all like this. They were no different from the dorms in his previous life.

After letting the room air out for a while, Jiang Ming entered the dormitory and opened the windows.

A thick layer of dust had accumulated inside. His footprints were clearly imprinted on the floor with every step, making him feel as though there was nowhere to place his feet.

Looking at his surroundings, Jiang Ming gently closed his eyes and circulated his Soul Power to activate his Martial Soul!

One yellow and two purple—three Spirit Rings in total!

Jiang Ming was only Twelve Years Old, yet he had already reached the realm of a Three-Ring Soul Master! Moreover, his second Spirit Ring was a purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring! Even at Shrek Academy, where geniuses gathered, he was unquestionably among the very best!

Yet although his Spirit Rings appeared, Jiang Ming's Martial Soul was nowhere to be seen. There were neither the traits of a Beast Martial Soul nor a Weapon Martial Soul. There was only the sound of a heartbeat quietly ringing through the dormitory!

The heartbeat was loud, countless times louder than an ordinary heartbeat.

And along with the continuous beating, the dust throughout the dormitory began to tremble slightly.

Grain after grain of dust bounced in time with the heartbeat, like crazed men and women dancing in a nightclub. The scene was incredibly lively.

The heartbeat grew faster and faster until all the dust in the dormitory vibrated. Keeping to the energetic rhythm, it gathered before Jiang Ming into an enormous dust ball.

"There's still a smell."

Jiang Ming wrinkled his nose. Although all the dust in the room had been piled beneath his feet, the odor still needed to be cleared out.

That job could only be handed to the Northwest Wind outside the window. It could drink and work—pretty nice.

Air freshening took time, so Jiang Ming took out some daily necessities from the Storage Soul Tool at his waist and arranged them one by one.

After finishing all that, Jiang Ming left the dormitory directly.

Dorm Manager Grandpa was still reclining in his chair downstairs. Sunlight fell across his aged face, giving him the contented air of an old man enjoying his retirement.

Jiang Ming walked over to Dorm Manager Grandpa, brushed a finger over the Soul Tool at his waist, and a Lounge Chair appeared beside him.

Jiang Ming leisurely lay down on it, competing with Dorm Manager Grandpa for the sunlight that struggled to filter through the gaps between the buildings.

It had to be said, lying down really was more comfortable than standing or sitting. Reclining on a Lounge Chair with a book in hand, absorbing knowledge amid its rhythmic swaying, was genuinely enjoyable.

Dorm Manager Grandpa beside him had clearly noticed Jiang Ming's actions, but he said nothing and generously shared the sunlight with him.

Jiang Ming held a book titled Basic Construction of Soul Cannonballs and Core Magic Array Designs for Special Soul Cannonballs, reading it with great interest. Sometimes his brow furrowed slightly, and sometimes the corners of his lips curved upward.

The years were peaceful, and time passed quickly without anyone noticing.

While Jiang Ming was reading, the freshmen arriving at the Dormitory Building did not seem very perceptive. They entered the building as soon as they arrived, without even greeting this low-key Sweeping Monk.

Sigh, young people really don't know the ropes! Anyone who had read a novel wouldn't fail to understand even such basic unwritten rules.

After reading for a while, Jiang Ming felt a little thirsty. With a wave of his hand, a folding table appeared beside him.

Then Jiang Ming took out an ice-blue fruit. It looked like a watermelon, its oval surface covered in crystalline frost patterns, like a work of art.

A cold flash swept past, and the fruit was cut into sixteen even pieces. Its flesh was pale blue, as clear and pure as the sky.

"Dorm Manager Grandpa, here, have some melon."

Jiang Ming took out two slices and handed one over.

Dorm Manager Grandpa, who had been dozing with his eyes closed, slowly lifted his eyelids upon hearing Jiang Ming's voice.

"This is a New Variety I cultivated myself—an Ice Pattern Melon. It's very sweet."

Jiang Ming placed the melon directly in Dorm Manager Grandpa's hand and smiled as he began eating his own slice.

Dorm Manager Grandpa glanced at the melon in his hand, then at Jiang Ming beside him, who was enthusiastically eating melon. A kind smile appeared on his face.

Mm, this melon really was sweet! Cool and refreshing without freezing his teeth, and full of juice. Good melon!

The old man and the child ate melon beneath the Maple Tree outside the Dormitory Building, looking thoroughly relaxed and at ease.

"Dorm Manager Grandpa, isn't it delicious? Want another slice?"

After finishing one slice, Jiang Ming flicked his wrist, and the leftover rind traced a graceful arc into a trash can not far away.

Dorm Manager Grandpa said nothing and held out his hand.

Jiang Ming grinned and took out two more slices. The old man and child began eating melon again.

An old man and a child eating melon outside the Dormitory Building—especially such a New Variety—was bound to attract some attention.

Sure enough, Jiang Ming had just finished his second slice, and before he had even thrown away the rind in his hand, a burly freshman who did not look like a freshman at all stopped in front of him.

"Hey, give me a slice too."

This guy seemed accustomed to throwing his weight around. He spoke arrogantly, as if ordering around a servant.

Jiang Ming ignored him. He flicked his wrist again and tossed the rind into the trash can before looking at the burly fellow before him with calm eyes.

"Today is freshman enrollment day. I Don't Want to Fight. You have three seconds to get out of my sight."