Keep a Low Profile When You're Away from Home!

Jiang Ming's calm gaze and words irritated the Burly Freshman. He swung his palm, already as large as an adult's, and swept the Ice Pattern Melons from the table beside him onto the ground.

The pale-blue, artwork-like fruits shattered across the floor and became covered in dust. Their juice soaked the dry tiles dark, and their cloying sweetness drew a swarm of ants to feast on them.

At the sight, Jiang Ming froze for a moment, then could not help sighing.

"Before I left, Old Nie told me to keep myself in check and not start fights at the drop of a hat. But it seems there are still plenty of idiots like you in this world."

"How dare you insu—"

Before the Burly Freshman could finish speaking, it was as though something had plugged his mouth. He could not utter another word. At the same time, his eyes had somehow widened to their limits!

"No need to say any more. Not only do I dare insult you, I dare hit you too."

Jiang Ming's tone remained calm, but his right hand had already clenched into a fist and struck the Burly Freshman's stomach. That was why his eyes had gone wide.

As he spoke, Jiang Ming withdrew his fist, then lifted the Burly Freshman, who was a full size larger than him, with one hand and slammed him viciously onto the floor!

"Buddy, didn't your family tell you before you went out? Keep a low profile outside."

As he spoke, Jiang Ming grabbed the guy by the hair, lifted his head, and smashed it down again!

That blow was heavy! So heavy that even the floor was ruthlessly injured by the guy's head, cracking open in several heartbroken fissures.

The other freshmen passing by were dumbfounded by the scene.

Guys, who understood this? On the first day of school, they had witnessed campus violence. Could they even stay at this academy anymore?!

Dorm Manager Grandpa's expression did not change much. Only his two white brows furrowed slightly.

Jiang Ming lifted the man again. Dorm Manager Grandpa thought he was about to smash him down once more and was already prepared to intervene. But Jiang Ming did not continue. Instead, he carried the Burly Freshman, whose face was twisted in pain, whose nostrils bled, and whose forehead bore a large bright-red mark, over to the Big Maple Tree.

With a light tap of Jiang Ming's finger, a length of hemp rope appeared in his hand.

A few minutes later, the Burly Freshman, his head swollen a full size larger, shared an intimate back-to-back hug with the Big Maple Tree—the inseparable kind.

After finishing all that, Jiang Ming went back upstairs to get a broom and dustpan. He swept the smashed Ice Pattern Melons into the trash, then returned to lie beside Dorm Manager Grandpa. Taking out the book he had been reading, he resumed reading as if nothing had happened.

"The hostility around you is rather heavy."

Dorm Manager Grandpa lay in his lounge chair without looking at Jiang Ming, yet his voice drifted leisurely over.

"Hostility? Heh heh, I'm used to it."

Jiang Ming murmured with a distant look in his eyes, then continued reading.

As he read, he asked softly,

"Old Man, I thought you would stop me just now."

Dorm Manager Grandpa shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice,

"Shrek Academy's freshmen are geniuses from the various great empires. Some of them have grown accustomed to being arrogant and overbearing, so teaching them a lesson is not a bad thing. Still, you hit a little too hard."

Jiang Ming remained calm as he reached out and turned to the next page.

"That was hard? It's only a minor injury. No broken tendons or bones, just some scraped skin and a little blood."

Dorm Manager Grandpa's mouth twitched slightly when he heard that.

This kid was really no soft touch!

He had seen Jiang Ming's attack clearly. Jiang Ming had not used Soul Power at all; relying solely on physical strength and a few techniques, he had instantly made his opponent lose the ability to fight!

One had to know that anyone who could enroll at Shrek Academy was at least a Level 15 Soul Master!

It looked like this year's freshmen were in for a rough time.

Time passed bit by bit. When the sky darkened, Jiang Ming put away the Folding Table and lounge chair, bade Dorm Manager Grandpa farewell, casually let down the Burly Freshman, who had been stuck to the tree for over an hour, and went upstairs to his dormitory.

"Mm, the air smells much better now!"

Jiang Ming nodded and took out a Small Incense Burner, lighting the spices inside.

Wisps of curling green smoke rose alongside a refreshing fragrance that unknowingly calmed one's mood.

Jiang Ming closed the window to keep insects such as mosquitoes and flies from entering, while also preventing the scent of the spices in the burner from escaping.

"My roommate still isn't here. I'll eat first. I wonder what Shrek Academy's canteen is like. Surely they don't have shaky hands too, right?"

Jiang Ming muttered as he shut his dormitory door and headed toward the canteen behind the dormitory area.

That afternoon, while chatting with Dorm Manager Grandpa, he had asked about the canteen's location and some other matters concerning the academy. He had also finished reading two chapters introducing the Core Magic Arrays of different types of Soul Cannonballs, gaining quite a lot.

The canteen's environment was much better than the Dormitory Building's, but there was one thing Jiang Ming could not understand.

There were actually no tables or chairs in the canteen, and food could not be taken out either!

That was simply intolerable!

Fortunately, the canteen auntie's hands were fairly steady, with none of that shaking nonsense. Otherwise, if most of the Soul Beast Meat Jiang Ming had bought for three Gold Soul Coins had been shaken away, he would have been furious enough to blow up the canteen with a Soul Cannonball!

As for having nowhere to sit while eating, that was easy enough for Jiang Ming to solve.

He took out the Folding Table that had held the Ice Pattern Melons that afternoon, then added a chair. Problem perfectly solved!

But was the canteen really so poor that it could not even afford tables and chairs, leaving students to bring their own? How could Shrek Academy be even more run-down than it had been Ten-Thousand-Year ago?

"Um... can I... can I put my tray here?"

A voice that sounded both somewhat cold and somewhat shy rang beside him. Jiang Ming, who had been eating meat with his head lowered, looked up and saw a delicate, adorable face.

Jiang Ming recognized that face. When she had arrived that afternoon, she had been peeking at him from inside a carriage.

"Go ahead. Want a stool?"

Jiang Ming spoke while chewing the pleasantly springy Ironclad Bull meat in his mouth.

He had to admit, the dish was expensive, but it really tasted good! And because it was Soul Beast Meat, it was packed with energy. After eating it, a warm and comfortable feeling spread through his body.

Ling Luochen placed her tray on Jiang Ming's table and said softly,

"Yes, thank you."

With a wave of Jiang Ming's hand, a stool appeared before Ling Luochen. Then he paid her no further attention.

One did not talk while eating or speak while sleeping. Jiang Ming's habits were quite good.

Soon, Jiang Ming finished the pricey dinner. He set down his tray, returned to the table, and watched Ling Luochen eat.

"W-why are you looking at me?"

Feeling Jiang Ming's gaze, Ling Luochen stopped moving. The rice in her spoon hung in midair as her heart began pounding uncontrollably, and two blushes appeared on her icy-white, pretty face.

"I'm waiting for you to finish so I can put the table away."