The Shy Youth Wen Xiaoshuai

When Zhou Huan returned to Shrek Academy, it was already nearly noon. There were even more new students registering at the east gate than yesterday.

After leisurely having an ordinary meal at the cafeteria, Zhou Huan finally headed toward the dormitory building.

After all, he had just spent sixty percent of his entire fortune. It really hurt.

It seemed he had to find a way to earn some money. Hunting Soul Beasts was impossible while studying at Shrek.

Besides, the nearest place was the Star Dou Great Forest.

Zhou Huan would never, ever go there to slaughter large numbers of Soul Beasts. There was no other reason—he was afraid of dying.

For the moment, though, he really could not think of any good way to make money.

Sigh, he was truly disgracing the entire transmigrator army.

Looking at the increasingly lively White Dormitory Building, as well as Mu En, who was once again acting as a "Sweeping Monk," Zhou Huan could now control his heartbeat quite well.

So he directly ignored that Limit Douluo basking in the sun and returned to the dormitory as if nothing had happened.

But when he reached Room 109 and opened the door, he discovered that his roommate had finally arrived.

He was a somewhat skinny yet rather handsome youth. Objectively speaking, he was indeed a tiny bit more handsome than Zhou Huan.

After all, Zhou Huan had an "Average Face," practically the spokesperson for Zhang Wei Zhang Yida.

"H-Hello, my name is Wen Xiaoshuai." The youth stopped making his bed and spoke first. His voice was somewhat soft, but it was clearly not a girl disguised as a boy.

Oh? A shy youth, huh?

But his parents really knew how to name their son.

Wen Xiaoshuai.

Just listen to that. When people met his parents, they could say, "Oh, isn't this Handsome Dad and Handsome Mom?"

How awesome would that be?

"Hello, I'm Zhou Huan. I arrived yesterday, but I found that there wasn't even a broom in the dorm, so I went out shopping just now," Zhou Huan replied.

"Mm, Shrek is like that," Wen Xiaoshuai said timidly. "So I brought some Cleaning Tools before coming here."

Only then did Zhou Huan notice that the dorm had already been cleaned, and a wet mop was hanging by the balcony.

"Uh, thanks for your hard work. I'll clean next time."

Having such a proactive roommate was great. It was just a pity about the cleaning tools he had just bought. What a waste of money.

But judging by what Wen Xiaoshuai said, he seemed quite familiar with Shrek. Could he be some second generation, or perhaps several generations removed?

Still, this second generation was much easier to get along with than Old Wang next door—the Godly Second Generation, Wang Dong.

But do not speak of ghosts at night, or gods during the day.

He had only muttered Old Wang's name in his mind when he immediately sensed the aura of a Soul Master erupting outside the window. It was weak, but it was definitely the aura of someone releasing their Martial Soul in preparation for battle.

Zhou Huan and Wen Xiaoshuai looked at each other, then immediately ran to the window and looked outside.

Sure enough, some people could achieve mutual understanding in just an instant.

"Are they going to fight?" Wen Xiaoshuai, who had been a shy youth a minute ago, now seemed to have light in his eyes. "But the guy who released his Martial Soul seems a little weak. He only has one Ten-Year Soul Ring."

Watching Wen Xiaoshuai's completely changed expression, Zhou Huan felt his emotions rise and fall sharply.

He had thought the guy was an introverted young man who would probably keep a low profile in the future and would not bring him any trouble. They could just quietly be NPCs together.

But now, heh. One look at those gleaming little eyes, and it was obvious this guy was absolutely not the peaceful sort.

Sigh, what a headache.

With a silent sigh, Zhou Huan continued, "I think the guy with only one Ten-Year Soul Ring will win."

"Why? His chances of winning aren't high, are they?" Wen Xiaoshuai asked in confusion. "Even though that Blue-Haired Kid hasn't released his Martial Soul, I can still sense how strong she is. She's definitely not someone a single Ten-Year Soul Ring can compare to."

Why?

Of course, because Huo Gua was the Protagonist!

Too bad he could not tell him that.

By then, the battle between Huo Gua and Wang Dong had already entered its fiercest stage.

As a spectator, Zhou Huan explained it to Wen Xiaoshuai from the side. "Because of their eyes."

"Their eyes?"

"The guy with the Ten-Year Soul Ring has determination and decisiveness in his eyes. If you truly anger him, it might even turn into killing intent. But that Blue-Haired Kid has nothing but arrogance. While everyone is still weak, whoever can charge forward without hesitation will win."

The moment Zhou Huan finished speaking, Huo Gua outside the window directly pinned Wang Dong down and demanded fiercely, "Do you admit defeat?"

"No!" As proud as Wang Dong was, how could she possibly submit so easily? Besides, she had not even released her Martial Soul.

But Huo Gua showed no tenderness toward a girl. He stared coldly at Wang Dong. "If I had used a dagger just now, you would already be dead."

Upon hearing that, a trace of fear suddenly appeared in Wang Dong's eyes, and she froze for a moment.

Inside the room, Zhou Huan shrugged and looked at Wen Xiaoshuai. "All right, the show is over. The result is obvious."

"...Brother Zhou, your insight is razor-sharp. Amazing!" Wen Xiaoshuai immediately offered a Rainbow Fart. At the same time, the excitement for battle in his eyes seemed to gradually fade.

"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile. I've just seen more people, that's all." Zhou Huan waved his hand indifferently.

But low-key Zhou Huan had no idea that his words had already reached the old man on the bench.

In truth, Zhou Huan could not be blamed for showing off and insisting on being a commentator.

Who could have expected the esteemed Dragon God Douluo to eavesdrop on two freshmen talking in their dormitory?

Actually, Mu En had not eavesdropped for no reason. He had simply seen Wen Xiaoshuai and wanted to hear what the little fellow thought of Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong's battle.

Then he heard Zhou Huan, the commentator, acting all high and mighty.

It could only be said that everything was a coincidence.

Still, the esteemed Sea God Pavilion Master would not take special notice of Zhou Huan just because of a few remarks about a battle. At most, he found it somewhat interesting, a small bit of amusement added to his peaceful life.

So Mu En merely murmured, "The little fellows in this batch seem rather interesting."

Inside Room 109, Zhou Huan and Wen Xiaoshuai, having just finished watching the show, began arranging their beds, putting away daily necessities, and handling all sorts of miscellaneous tasks.

After nearly an hour of tidying up, they finally managed to set up their Cozy Nest.

Zhou Huan sprawled across his bed without a shred of dignity, relaxing and enjoying the comfort of the blankets.

Wen Xiaoshuai on the other side was about the same. He was clearly a youth who rarely did housework, though he did not seem lazy at all.

In Zhou Huan's view, Wen Xiaoshuai simply had not needed to handle such trivial chores before. That did not mean he was unwilling to do them. He should be completely different from Old Wang next door.

He silently mourned Huo Gua for three seconds.

Living in the same dorm as Old Wang was definitely not a pleasant experience.

Old Wen was still better.

"Brother Zhou, do you think we'll be assigned to the same class?" Wen Xiaoshuai asked.

New student class assignments were basically based on registration time. The only adjustment was to avoid placing all the students with high Soul Power in the same class, lest the Freshman Assessment Tournament become too difficult and the class advisors complain.

"Most likely. We've already been assigned to the same dorm, so it wouldn't make sense for us to be in different classes," Zhou Huan answered.

The New Student Registration Deadline was the day after tomorrow. The Class Advisor and the specific class assignments would be announced together then, and school would officially begin two days after that.

But Zhou Huan, who possessed God's perspective, could already see Zhou Yi waving at him.

Hiss~~~

Just thinking about it made him break out in a cold sweat.

"That's great, then. When the Freshman Competition comes around, we can form a team together," Wen Xiaoshuai said excitedly.

"...Freshman Competition?" Zhou Huan pretended not to know.

"Uh, I heard about it from a Senior Brother. It's the Freshman Assessment three months from now. You'll find out later."

"Teaming up? Sure. I'm a Level 22 Control System Soul Grand Master now."

"Brother Zhou is amazing. I'm only Level 21, in the Power Attack System."

"..." Zhou Huan suddenly felt that he preferred the shy youth he had met an hour ago. This Wen Xiaoshuai, who was now somewhat talkative and capable of spouting Rainbow Farts, might drag him onto some glittering stage someday.

That would not do. It did not fit the Way of the Dog.

And how could someone change so much within a single hour?

Zhou Huan did not understand. Was he simply too approachable? Was that why he was so easy to get along with?

Or did he also possess the Luck of a Boss?

Peh, peh, peh! That absolutely would not do!

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