The Boss of Dormitory Seven Is Called Sister Xiao Wu

Dormitory Seven at Nuoding Academy was just as they had imagined.

A damp, moldy stench mixed with the sour tang of boys' unwashed socks, shooting straight to their heads.

That smell had some kick.

The dormitory was a complete mess, with five or six half-grown children sprawled about in all directions.

Judging by their ages, they were two or three years older than them.

Every one of them was solidly built and looked unfriendly.

At that moment, these upperclassmen were sizing up the three newcomers as if inspecting merchandise.

The leader was tall and burly, his muscles practically bursting out of his yellowed school uniform.

His name was Wang Sheng.

A name that suited his current temperament perfectly.

A self-important king, a self-indulgent saint.

Wang Sheng slowly sat up from his bed, cracking his knuckles loudly.

With several lackeys in tow, he swaggered over with malicious grins on their faces.

Here it came.

The classic newbie-village tradition: a dormitory hazing.

Han Yuchen understood perfectly well, but he kept that harmless, sickly expression on his face and even coughed twice for effect.

He quietly moved back a few steps, placing Tang San in front of him.

For something like showing off, it was better to let the Child of Destiny take the lead.

Wang Sheng swept his gaze across the three of them before finally stopping on Tang San, who looked the toughest.

He raised his chin and lazily declared in the tone of an old hand.

"Newcomers, do you know the rules of Dormitory Seven?"

Tang San frowned slightly, neither servile nor overbearing.

"What rules?"

"The ru-les are," Wang Sheng dragged out the words, then suddenly pointed at his own nose, "I, Wang Sheng, am the boss here!"

"All newcomers have to spar with me first. If you win, you call the shots. If you lose..."

He grinned, revealing two rows of yellow teeth.

"Then you listen to me from now on. Washing clothes, folding blankets, understand?"

Buzz!

A yellow soul ring lit up around him.

The phantom of a fierce tiger appeared behind him. Though still somewhat illusory, its savage aura was already evident.

Beast Spirit, Battle Tiger.

An eleventh-level Battle Soul Master.

Among Work-Study Students who generally only had seven or eight levels of Soul Power, that was indeed enough to dominate everyone.

His lackeys immediately began jeering and praising their boss's might.

Tang San's gaze turned cold.

He did not like causing trouble, but he feared it even less.

The Mysterious Heaven Skill slowly circulated within him as he stepped forward, ready to fight.

Just then, a slightly cool hand gently grabbed his arm.

It was Han Yuchen.

"Tang San, don't be rash."

Han Yuchen spoke softly, his voice carrying a trace of sickly breathlessness.

He poked half his head out from behind Tang San and squeezed out a "kind" smile at Wang Sheng.

"Senior, we just got here and don't know the rules. Please be understanding."

"How about this..."

He extended one finger and slowly pointed toward the pink-skirted girl beside them, who was curiously examining an empty bed.

"...You fight her first?"

In an instant, the air in the entire dormitory froze.

Wang Sheng and his lackeys looked as though they had heard the funniest joke of the century.

They looked at Han Yuchen's sincere face, then at the delicate little girl with a long scorpion braid, who looked like she could be crushed with a pinch.

A second later.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Their uproarious laughter nearly blew the roof off the dormitory.

Wang Sheng laughed until tears nearly came out. Clutching his stomach, he pointed at Xiao Wu.

"You want me to fight a little girl?"

"I'm afraid one punch would leave even her mother unable to recognize her! Hahahaha!"

"Kid, are you trying to laugh me to death so you can inherit my position as boss?"

Tang San was stunned too. He completely failed to understand what Han Yuchen was doing.

Let Xiao Wu fight?

Although he knew Xiao Wu was no ordinary person, this was far too risky.

As the focus of the incident,

Xiao Wu slowly turned around. Her large, watery eyes narrowed into a dangerous curve.

With her hands on her hips and cheeks puffed out, she resembled a kitten whose tail had been stepped on.

"Who are you calling a little girl?"

Her crisp voice carried an unmistakable edge of anger.

"Hey, you big lump! Do you dare fight me?"

"Whoever loses has to call the winner Big Sister or Big Brother from now on!"

That completely amused Wang Sheng.

He laughed even more wildly.

"Fine! This little brat has quite the temper!"

"Today, I'll teach you what a brutal beating from society feels like!"

Success.

Han Yuchen quietly retreated to a corner, found a relatively clean bedboard to sit on, and casually patted the spot beside him, signaling for Tang San to come over too.

Front-row VIP seats with a perfect view.

Here it came, the long-awaited legendary scene of the hundred-thousand-year rogue rabbit beating up a kid.

Tang San, Tang San, today you would get an early taste of the terror of being ruled by your wife.

Watch carefully. Learn carefully.

In the middle of the room, the atmosphere had already become tense.

Wang Sheng gave a sinister grin and assumed a fighting stance.

"Little girl, I'll let you have three moves, so you can't say I bullied you!"

"I..."

Before he could finish speaking,

Xiao Wu moved.

Whoosh!

A pink afterimage vanished from where she stood in an instant!

Wang Sheng only saw a blur before a sharp gust of wind rushed at his face!

So fast!

Startled, he instinctively swung his fist, channeled his Soul Power, and smashed it forward!

The phantom of the Battle Tiger Spirit let out a roar, its tiger claw tearing through the air.

Yet his attack hit nothing.

Like a ghost, Xiao Wu slipped to his side with a nimble sidestep the instant he threw his punch.

Wang Sheng had not even seen her movements clearly.

The next second,

A yellow soul ring lit up around Xiao Wu.

He felt something soft yet tough suddenly coil tightly around his neck!

It was that long black scorpion braid!

A tremendous force struck him, and his body instantly lost its balance!

[First Soul Skill: Waist Bow]

Using explosive force from the waist, the body bends like a bow before launching outward. It can instantly close in on an enemy or use that force to viciously throw an enemy who has been grabbed.

Soft Skill, activate!

Before everyone's horrified eyes,

Wang Sheng, who stood a full 1.7 meters tall and weighed over 150 jin, was wrapped around the neck by Xiao Wu's braid and thrown over her shoulder in an utterly unbelievable manner by the petite-looking girl!

Boom!!!

A deafening crash rang out.

Wang Sheng's huge body slammed solidly onto the hard wooden floor like a torn sack.

The entire dormitory shook with the impact.

Dust rose from the floor.

Wang Sheng lay on the ground, seeing stars, his mind completely blank.

Where... am I?

Who am I?

What happened?

Before he could react,

Xiao Wu's petite figure was already upon him. Her knee lightly pressed against his chest, sending his body, which had just tried to rise, crashing back down.