Dormitory Seven's Boss: Simp and Tyrant

[Real World]

Spirit Hall, Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong reclined sideways on the Pope's throne, watching Bai Tang San speak eloquently within the Sky Curtain.

A playful curve lifted the corner of her lips.

"Interesting."

"Truly interesting."

"This child is far better than that foolish boy who only knows how to kneel and kowtow."

She lightly swung the scepter in her hand, her eyes filled with admiration.

"The Soul Master World has always been a marketplace for exchanging benefits."

"So-called master-disciple bonds are as fragile as paper before absolute interests."

"This child saw through the essence of it at such a young age."

"Not only did he preserve his dignity, he also exploited the other party's weakness to obtain the resources he wanted."

"That is the kind of skill a future powerhouse should possess."

Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy.

Hei Tang San watched the cold transaction on the Sky Curtain.

A sudden stab of pain pierced his heart.

He touched the already worn Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges Night at his waist.

It was a gift from his teacher.

It was also the thing he treasured most.

But now.

Watching Bai Tang San's straight back, watching that equal handshake.

He suddenly felt that.

His former gratitude, his tearful devotion.

At this moment.

Seemed so cheap.

So... humble.

"Could it be..."

"Is the bond between master and disciple truly just a transaction?"

Hei Tang San's gaze became lost.

And just then.

The scene on the Sky Curtain shifted once more.

Dormitory Seven.

A place filled with youthful memories, as well as the cliché of becoming friends through a fight.

Was about to welcome two completely different "bosses."

One was a gentle, yielding simp.

The other was a cold and merciless tyrant.

Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy, Dormitory Seven.

This was a mixed dormitory, inhabited entirely by Work-Study Students.

Though the conditions were simple, this was where every Work-Study Student's dream began, and where the so-called "martial world" first took shape.

The image above the Sky Curtain split once more.

The Tang San of two worlds stepped through this seemingly ordinary wooden door at the same time.

[Black World]

The moment the door opened, a wave of mildew mixed with the stench of teenage sweat hit him in the face.

"New here?"

A burly youth stepped forward, his face full of flesh. It was Wang Sheng, the original boss of Dormitory Seven.

"I'm the boss here. If you want to stay, you have to pay your respects first!"

Wang Sheng waved his fists and led several lackeys over, intending to give the newly arrived Tang San a show of force.

Hei Tang San frowned slightly.

He did not seek trouble, but he was never afraid of it.

With a few simple moves of Push Hands, coupled with the ingenious force of Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, the large Wang Sheng was tossed around like a puppet on strings until he was thoroughly disoriented.

"I surrender! From now on, you're our boss!"

Though Wang Sheng had lost, he was a straightforward fellow. He immediately admitted defeat.

Just as Hei Tang San was about to modestly say a few words.

"Excuse me, is this Dormitory Seven?"

A crisp and pleasant voice rang out.

A pretty little girl poked her head in.

Her tiny face was as delicate as carved jade, her long hair braided into a scorpion braid. Her big eyes fluttered as she blinked, adorable beyond compare.

It was Xiao Wu.

Hei Tang San's heart skipped a beat after just one glance.

He had never seen such a cute girl before, and for a moment, he did not know what to do with his hands and feet.

"My name is Xiao Wu. Wu as in dancing."

Xiao Wu skipped into the room, glanced at Wang Sheng, who had just been knocked down, and blinked.

"I heard the boss here is the strongest. If I want to be the boss now, do I just need to defeat you?"

She pointed at Tang San, her face full of innocent charm.

Hei Tang San felt somewhat helpless, but even more than that, he felt a tolerance for beautiful things.

"A spar is fine, but we'll stop at the right point."

The battle began.

But anyone with eyes could tell that this was not a battle at all. It was child's play.

Hei Tang San held back at every turn, terrified that he might hurt the porcelain-doll-like little girl before him.

Even though Xiao Wu's Soft Skill was tricky and bizarre, he only defended passively.

In the end.

Xiao Wu used a Scorpion Tail Swing and threw Tang San away.

Although Tang San was fully capable of steadying himself in midair, or even counterattacking.

He did not.

He went with the momentum and fell to the ground. Looking at the little girl smiling like a blooming flower, he could not muster even the slightest desire to win.

"I lost."

Hei Tang San got to his feet and patted the dust from his clothes, his face carrying an indulgent smile.

"From now on, you're the boss of Dormitory Seven, Sister Xiao Wu."

Xiao Wu proudly raised her chin. "Hehe, at least you know what's good for you! From now on, Sister Xiao Wu will look after you!"

This should have been a warm scene of childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree.

But under the Sky Curtain's comparison.

It appeared especially... weak.

Countless mocking comments flooded across the screen.

"No way? He lost just like that?"

"A dignified Tang Sect disciple can't even beat a six-year-old little girl? Is his Purple Demon Eye blind? Are his Mysterious Jade Hands just for decoration?"

"What do you mean, he didn't want to hurt a girl? He was clearly smitten at first sight. Pure simp behavior!"

"He held back so blatantly that you could drain the Pacific with how much water you let go!"

[White World]

The same wooden door was pushed open.

The same smell of mildew and sweat.

Bai Tang San stood at the door, not even sparing Wang Sheng, who stepped forward, a proper glance.

He merely swept his gaze over the dormitory's surroundings.

His brows furrowed tightly.

"Too noisy, too messy, too filthy."

A mere six-word assessment.

Wang Sheng grew furious. "Kid, you're pretty arrogant! Do you know the rules here—"

Before he could finish.

Bai Tang San suddenly turned his head.

There was no emotion in those deep eyes, only a suffocating coldness.

It was Killing Intent forged by dancing with death in Poisonous Miasma, by training amid encircling Highly Toxic Creatures...

He did not move.

With just one look.

Wang Sheng's fist, raised in midair, seemed to freeze. No matter what he did, he could not bring it down.

His legs began to tremble, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his back.

The feeling was as though he had been targeted by a terrifying Soul Beast.

If he dared move even slightly, he would be separated from his head in the next second!

"Do you still want rules?"

Bai Tang San asked blandly.

"N-No... no more..."

Wang Sheng collapsed onto the floor, gasping heavily as though he had just walked out of the gates of hell.

Bai Tang San withdrew his gaze and walked straight to a bed in the farthest corner.

He sat down cross-legged.

From his robes, he pulled out a Flying Dagger he had just sharpened and gently wiped it clean.

"I won't be the boss, and I have no interest in managing you."

"There is only one rule."

"Don't disturb my cultivation."

The entire Dormitory Seven instantly fell deathly silent.

Everyone shrank into the corners, watching the youth polishing his Flying Dagger. None of them dared even breathe loudly.

How was this a newly arrived Work-Study Student?

He was practically a God of Slaughter!

Just then.

"Excuse me, is this Dormitory Seven?"

The same crisp voice rang out, and the same adorable Xiao Wu skipped inside.

She looked at the trembling crowd in confusion.

"What's wrong with you all? Why are you so scared?"

Wang Sheng tremblingly pointed toward Bai Tang San in the corner.

Xiao Wu followed his finger.

There, a youth had his head lowered, intently playing with the Flying Dagger in his hand, completely ignoring the arrival of a beautiful girl like her.

"Hey! Are you the strongest one here?"

Xiao Wu planted her hands on her hips and strode over.

"I want to be the boss of Dormitory Seven! I challenge you!"

Bai Tang San did not stop moving his hands, nor did he even lift his eyelids.

"Not interested."

"If you want to be the boss, go be one yourself. Don't bother me."