Would a Hundred-Thousand-Year Rabbit Get Stuck Between My Teeth?

"Boss."

"Boss???"

Behind Wang Sheng, a group of kids called out softly. They were a little panicked. This kid seemed rather unusual—he told someone to dance, and that person actually danced.

It was too bizarre. What kind of martial soul was that? They looked at Ye Zhiqiu with undisguised fear in their eyes.

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at them, then casually walked around Wang Sheng toward a bed by the window. He tossed his school uniform onto it, went over to inspect the view, and nodded. Hmm, wide-open view. Nice scenery.

Tang San picked a bed beside Ye Zhiqiu's and sat down, asking, "How long will he keep dancing like that?"

"Don't know. It probably depends on how strong his Spiritual Power is. If it's stronger, he'll probably wake up sooner." Ye Zhiqiu scratched his butt, looking utterly unconcerned.

After Wang Sheng performed his crotch-covering dance for several minutes, he gradually came back to his senses. When he looked toward the doorway again, Ye Zhiqiu and Tang San were nowhere to be seen.

"Boss, just now..."

Seeing Wang Sheng emerge from that strange state, the other students hurried over to explain. They even demonstrated his movements from earlier. Wang Sheng's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot as he listened. It was simply too humiliating.

Negative Emotion Value from Wang Sheng +66

"Bastard!" Wang Sheng cursed angrily and stomped over, clearly still intending to get revenge on Ye Zhiqiu.

"What, want to dance another round? How about something more exciting this time—a striptease?" Ye Zhiqiu narrowed his eyes and threatened him coolly.

Wang Sheng halted, his face shifting between green and white. He was genuinely afraid this guy would make him perform another humiliating dance.

"From today onward, I'm the boss of Dormitory Seven. No objections, right?" Ye Zhiqiu announced.

The room fell silent. The other students all turned their eyes toward Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng felt stifled. He had not even gotten the chance to show off his strength before he had gone down. Now that he had an opportunity, he did not dare make a move.

After thinking for a long while, Wang Sheng said with a complicated expression, "The rule in Dormitory Seven is that whoever has the bigger fist is the boss. You beat me, so I can give you the boss's position. But likewise, you must take on the responsibilities of being boss."

As he spoke, Wang Sheng pulled up both sleeves of his school uniform. Seven or eight bluish-purple bruises covered his arms.

"How did you get those?" Tang San frowned.

Wang Sheng gave a bitter smile. "All us Work-Study Students come from poor families. Students from the other dormitories often bully us. As the dorm boss, I have to stand up for my brothers. Honestly, I stopped wanting this position a long time ago. If you want it, you can have it. But you have to take on the duties of Dormitory Seven's boss as well." Wang Sheng looked at Ye Zhiqiu as he spoke.

The other students nodded too, confirming that Wang Sheng was telling the truth.

After hearing that, Tang San looked at Ye Zhiqiu with faint amusement. Serves you right for showing off. You brought trouble on yourself now, didn't you? Ye Zhiqiu merely lifted his eyelids and said indifferently, "Don't worry. No one will bully you from now on. My goal is to rob those rich clan brats. From now on, you just need to follow behind me and shout '666.'"

666? Everyone present looked bewildered. What did that mean? And was he seriously talking about robbery? Did he really have to be this fierce? Tang San's cheek twitched. He knew Ye Zhiqiu was absolutely capable of doing something like that. Involuntarily, Tang San had already begun mourning the poor little lambs of Nuoding Academy.

You're really miserable to have run into Ye Zhiqiu.

"Then it's settled. From now on, you're the boss of Dormitory Seven." Wang Sheng smiled. Much of his resentment over being toyed with by Ye Zhiqiu had faded.

"Boss!" the other students shouted in unison.

"I said, call me Brother Qiu. Brother Qiu, understand?" Ye Zhiqiu pointed at them with a finger and said half-jokingly.

"Yes, Brother Qiu."

"Haha, Brother Qiu is mighty!"

The students were somewhat excited. Their new boss was so formidable that they would never have to fear being bullied again.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled and nodded in satisfaction.

Tang San was a little speechless. As expected, Ah Qiu was still only six years old. He was very childish at heart.

Just then, a crisp voice came from outside the door. "Excuse me, is this Dormitory Seven?"

Everyone turned toward the doorway at once, and their eyes lit up.

A pretty little girl stood there, looking about six years old. She was roughly Tang San's height and half a head shorter than Ye Zhiqiu. Her little face was plump and round, fair with a rosy glow, like a ripe peach.

She wore a pink outfit and a rabbit hairpin. Her black hair was braided into a scorpion braid that hung past her buttocks. Curiosity shone from her large, watery eyes, and she held two sets of school uniforms in her hands as well.

The dormitory was full of boys. With such an adorable female student suddenly appearing, they could not help but stare in amazement.

Ye Zhiqiu watched with interest. So this is Xiao Wu. She looks pretty cute. I wonder whether a hundred-thousand-year rabbit would get stuck between my teeth.

Wait, why am I thinking about eating rabbit? Has Dad corrupted me too deeply? Or am I just a foodie at heart? Ye Zhiqiu reflected inwardly.

At that moment, Wang Sheng leaned over and whispered, "Brother Qiu, she may be a girl, but Dormitory Seven's rules cannot be broken. Go on, give her a show of strength."

Ye Zhiqiu: I'm not interested in rabbits, especially a hundred-thousand-year-old rabbit. When it comes to rabbits, all I can think of is something a teacher taught in my previous life: The male rabbit's feet thump and dart, the female rabbit's eyes are dazed and blurred. Wash it clean and chop it into pieces, blanch it, fry it until golden, put it in a clay pot, add seasonings and boil over high heat. Simmer on low for an hour, reduce the sauce over medium heat, plate it in small pieces, drizzle with oil, sprinkle scallions with the left hand and cumin with the right. The smell alone would make the neighbor's child cry from craving. Better leave this rabbit to Little San, the brave rabbit-riding warrior.

Ye Zhiqiu could not help staring fixedly at Tang San. Tang San's face darkened. Why are you looking at me? I'm not going to hit a girl.

Seeing everyone staring at her without anyone responding, the girl at the doorway looked up again to confirm the Dormitory Seven sign, then gave a sweet smile. "Hello, my name is Xiao Wu. Wu as in dancing."

At this point, Wang Sheng kept nudging Ye Zhiqiu at his side, signaling for him to hurry up. They could not break Dormitory Seven's rules.

Left with no choice, Ye Zhiqiu stood up. "Xiao Wu, right? I'm the boss here. Dormitory Seven has a rule: new Work-Study Students have to demonstrate the strength of their martial souls. If you can beat me, you'll be the boss of Dormitory Seven. But as Dormitory Seven's strongest fighter, I can't let just anyone challenge me, right? So I'm going to send out our dormitory's Second Combat Power to spar with you first." Ye Zhiqiu pointed at Tang San.

Tang San: ??? Can you stop dragging me into your bragging? I'm so low-key. Aren't I supposed to be just a nobody? Since when did I become the Second Combat Power?

Wang Sheng and the others looked curiously at Tang San. Could this kid who came with Brother Qiu be hiding his abilities too, just like Brother Qiu? Otherwise, why would Brother Qiu call him Dormitory Seven's Second Combat Power?

Ye Zhiqiu leaned close to Tang San's ear and whispered, "Little San, this girl is yours. If you lose, I'll make you do the crotch-covering dance all night."

Tang San: ...

Negative Emotion Value from Tang San +66