Xiao Wu

Wu Tong walked up to the door, then frowned as if he had suddenly remembered something. In the original work, Tang San and Xiao Wu seemed to be in this dorm.

Did the Academy really not have any other dorms? Were all the work-study students crammed into one dormitory?

Wu Tong could not help thinking this in secret.

He shook his head, throwing those troublesome thoughts out of his mind.

Wu Tong reached out and opened the somewhat old dormitory door before him.

Wu Tong had just entered the dormitory when a pink figure rushed right up in front of him.

Only after the figure stopped did Wu Tong see the person before him clearly. It was a little girl who looked about six or seven years old. She had long, smooth hair, as sleek as silk. It was braided into a long plait that hung down behind her head, making her look lively and cute.

Her eyes were a bright amber, like two glittering gemstones, filled with spirit and Wisdom. Her gaze carried a hint of scrutiny and curiosity, as if she were filled with endless desire to explore this world.

Her skin was as fair as snow, delicate and smooth, as if it could reflect sunlight. She also wore little rabbit and carrot ornaments.

The moment Wu Tong saw this girl, he knew she was probably Xiao Wu, the accessory of Tang San, the Son of Fortune of Douluo Continent.

"Kid, are you a new work-study student?"

After carefully sizing up the calm Wu Tong before her, Xiao Wu folded her arms across her chest and put on the air of a little adult, speaking in an arrogant tone.

Behind her, a dozen pairs of eyes looked over as well.

Amusement, cheering him on, curiosity—everyone seemed to know what was about to happen.

The dorm boss?

Wu Tong sneered inwardly. Arrogant and unreasonable, with an extreme desire to win, good for nothing but her looks, a king of troublemakers... it seemed the labels those netizens in his previous life had given Xiao Wu were not wrong at all.

"Kid, remember this. My name is Xiao Wu, and I'm the boss of Dorm Seven. From now on, you're my little brother. Remember to call me Sister Xiao Wu from now on."

Xiao Wu looked at Wu Tong, her tone spoiled and willful.

"All right, Sister Xiao Wu."

Wu Tong had no intention of arguing with her.

After all, Wu Tong had no combat experience at all, and his martial soul was not a martial soul that could fight.

So in the face of Xiao Wu's provocation, Wu Tong chose to go along with it.

I'll just treat it as humoring a child, Wu Tong thought.

Although this child was already more than a hundred thousand years old.

"Hello, everyone! My name is Wu Tong. I'm a work-study student from Pan Rock Village. I have Innate Full Soul Power, and my martial soul is a Body Martial Soul."

Then, facing the dozens of pairs of eyes looking at him, Wu Tong gave a simple self-introduction. After all, they would be getting along for six years, so it was good to get acquainted early.

When the children heard the words Innate Full Soul Power, their eyes shone with envy and jealousy. But immediately after, when they heard the words Body Martial Soul, faint disdain appeared in their expressions again.

They were children, after all. They could not hide what they were thinking.

Only a plain, ordinary-looking boy in the corner was somewhat puzzled. "A Body Martial Soul? Can a part of one's own body also become a martial soul? I'll ask Teacher tomorrow."

Wu Tong did not care about their gazes either. After all, when Wu Tong had learned about the status of Body Martial Souls in this current era, he had already expected the cold looks he might encounter in the future.

Wu Tong turned sideways to avoid Xiao Wu, found an empty bed, put down the bundle he had been carrying, and began tidying his bed.

When the other underlings in the dorm did not see what they wanted to see, they immediately dispersed in disappointment.

Bang!

Seeing that she had not managed to display her authority, Xiao Wu stomped hard, making a dull sound. Then she jumped onto the bed and covered her head, seemingly sulking.

Wu Tong was too lazy to bother with Xiao Wu. After tidying his bed, he left the dormitory.

He felt sticky all over and wanted to go to the washroom to take a bath first.