Roommates

"Last one, Tang Wulin, right?"

He was the only student left to deal with.

Long Hengxu's gaze fell on Tang Wulin. After lowering his head to look over the records, his tone softened somewhat.

"I already understand what happened. This isn't your fault, so you won't be punished. However, your Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, and you were originally assigned to Class Five."

Tang Wulin looked up in surprise. He had thought he would be punished. After all, no matter how one looked at it, he was uninjured while Zhou Changxi had been badly hurt.

It seemed this teacher was not as harsh and cold as he appeared.

"Don't celebrate yet." Long Hengxu said flatly, "Though there was a reason for what happened, the damage to public property still has to be compensated. I'll have the finance office calculate the cost of repairing the window later. Remember to pay it."

"Pay?" Tang Wulin froze. He did not have any money.

The intermediate academy provided compulsory education, including food and lodging, so he had not brought much money with him.

Besides, his family could not afford it.

He only had the three thousand Federal Coins his father had given him, which was his spending money for the entire semester.

"No."

Su Qiu stepped forward.

Everyone looked at him in confusion.

"Zhou Changxi should pay that money."

It was only fair.

In Su Qiu's view, the whole thing had started because Zhou Changxi wanted to bully his dormmate.

It did not matter that Zhou Changxi had gotten the worse end of it, or that Tang Wulin was completely unharmed.

Bullying was still bullying.

He should be the one paying compensation.

"This..." Long Hengxu hesitated. If any other student had dared to contradict him, he would have thrown them out long ago.

But the one refuting him was Su Qiu. If he upset this young master of East Sea, the principal might expel him tomorrow for stepping into the academy with his left foot first.

Tang Wulin perked up as well and looked gratefully at Su Qiu.

Zhou Changxi was unwilling, his face turning livid. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed Tang Wulin's delighted expression. The wounds on his body immediately began to ache faintly, forcing him to abandon his argument.

Instead, he cast a pleading look at Long Hengxu.

Teacher, teacher, say something to him! Why are you just watching?

"Fine." In the end, Long Hengxu's ice-cold voice brought the matter to a close.

"Go back now. If you fight again next time, I'll put it on your records. Your records will affect whether you can continue your education in the future and whether you can become Mecha Masters."

After leaving the disciplinary office, Su Qiu headed straight for the dormitory. He had not even made his bed yet, and he wondered whether his other roommates had arrived.

Tang Wulin came over at that moment. His eyes were sincere as he thanked him solemnly. "Thank you. My name is Tang Wulin. May I ask your name?"

"I'll repay you someday."

"It's nothing. I just can't stand campus bullying." Su Qiu's gaze shifted slightly as he draped an arm over Tang Wulin's other shoulder.

"Don't talk about repaying me. Help me with something instead."

"What is it?"

"You're roommates. Keep an eye on Zhou Changxi for me. If he bullies anyone again, tell me immediately."

"Huh?"

Tang Wulin was initially incredulous, then immediately promised, "All right. I'll definitely keep an eye on him."

At the same time, he sighed inwardly. Su Qiu really was someone with a strong sense of justice. As expected, not everyone in the city was bad. There were good people like that senior sister and Su Qiu.

Su Qiu's words in the disciplinary office about planning to go to Class Five flashed through Tang Wulin's mind. He silently decided that he would learn more from Su Qiu in class from now on.

When they returned to the dormitory, the upper and lower bunks on one of the bunk beds were already occupied.

"Are you our roommate?" One of them was fairly handsome, with side-swept bangs over his forehead. He raised a hand in greeting and appeared quite friendly.

Yet Su Qiu could hear a trace of pride in his tone. His friendliness was founded on confidence in his own strength.

Before Su Qiu could respond, the other person spoke first. "Hello, I'm Wang Jinxi. My Martial Soul is the Bone Dragon King. May I ask what your Martial Soul is?"

Wang Jinxi was extremely thin, with cold, gloomy eyes. At first glance, his entire body seemed to radiate a dark aura at all times.

"Huh?" Zhang Yangzi was slightly surprised. He knew his childhood friend's personality well. Usually, he was the one who took the initiative to interact with others. Why had Wang Jinxi suddenly changed?

Martial Soul?

Suddenly realizing something, Zhang Yangzi sensed that something was off with his Martial Soul. It was very faint, and only when he carefully felt it now did he notice.

"Hello, I'm Su Qiu. My Martial Soul is the Sword of Promised Victory. You can also call it the Holy Sword."

Su Qiu had never planned to hide his Twin Martial Souls. In this era, Twin Martial Souls no longer held the same advantage they had ten thousand years ago, so there was nothing worth concealing.

Still, unless necessary, he generally only introduced the Holy Sword to others.

He could not be bothered mentioning the Holy Spear. When he had attended the junior academy, those children had endlessly asked him questions out of curiosity until he grew sick of it.

"The Holy Sword?"

Its name alone suggested that it likely possessed a light attribute.

Compared to Zhang Yangzi's outgoing nature, Wang Jinxi was more meticulous. The moment Su Qiu entered, he had noticed that his own Martial Soul was being suppressed.

His Bone Dragon King Martial Soul possessed a darkness attribute. It seemed to have been suppressed by the other's light attribute.

Without even summoning his Martial Soul, he had already created suppression. Just how strong was the Holy Sword Martial Soul's light attribute?

That was also why Wang Jinxi had introduced himself first. He possessed the most basic respect for the strong.

"Um, I'm Zhang Yangzi. My Martial Soul is the Dark Phantom Magic Eagle." Since his childhood friend had charged ahead, Zhang Yangzi could only follow.

"There's still one person missing from our dorm. He hasn't arrived yet?"

Su Qiu opened his luggage and took out his quilt to make the bed. His mouth did not remain idle either as he chatted with the roommates he would be living with for a long time.

"Yeah. When we arrived, only your luggage was here. The last person hasn't shown up yet."

Gradually, Su Qiu became acquainted with them.

Just as they were chatting happily, an unfriendly voice cut in.

"Pretty lively in here, huh?"

A somewhat gloomy-looking youth entered through the door. His tone was sharp and unpleasant.

He pointed at Su Qiu.

"Hey, you. Get up to the top bunk. I'm taking the bottom one."

Though he pointed casually, the gloomy youth was actually displeased by Su Qiu's handsome appearance.

Su Qiu's sunny, handsome looks made him somewhat jealous.

"Sigh..."

With a helpless sigh, Su Qiu could not understand why so many people liked to start bullying others as soon as school began.

First Zhou Changxi, and now this person.

"I'm talking to you. Move aside already."

The gloomy youth approached, seemingly intending to shove him.

"Tch."

Slap!

Su Qiu impatiently backhanded him across the face. The strike was so fast that even Zhang Yangzi, an eagle-type Martial Soul wielder watching nearby, could not see it clearly.

"Bang."

The slap was vicious. The gloomy youth drew an arc through the air, spun two and a half times, and crashed to the floor.

"You... you're courting death!"

The right side of his face had been slapped numb, and even his speech was somewhat slurred as the gloomy youth rose angrily.

Two yellow Soul Rings emerged beneath his feet. Green light flashed around his body, and a small Green Snake appeared at his shoulder.

"Ordinary."

Su Qiu did not even want to use his Martial Soul. In an instant, he closed in, preparing for close-quarters combat and intending to overwhelm his opponent with sheer attributes.

Facing the rapidly charging figure, the gloomy youth could not react in time. The speed was simply too fast.