Can Money Really Buy Anything?

After he finished speaking, Wang Sheng deliberately stepped forward, trying to use his size and that stench of sweat to pressure Su Yun.

"Also, take off those pitch-black glasses of yours! In Seventh Dorm, no one acts cooler than me, Wang Sheng!"

The work-study students around them burst into laughter, waiting to see this rich young master make a fool of himself.

Su Yun stood still, not moving an inch.

He merely held his breath slightly and took half a step back, his disdainful posture utterly unconcealed.

"Xiao Wu."

Su Yun spoke calmly, his voice utterly flat.

"What is it?"

Xiao Wu swallowed the last pearl, licking her lips with lingering relish.

Without any wasted words, Su Yun reached back into his backpack and pulled out a crisp, glossy premium fruit carrot.

With a flick of his wrist, Su Yun tossed the carrot straight into the air.

"Clear the path. This carrot's yours."

Xiao Wu, who had been pinching her nose in disgust at the surroundings, underwent a complete transformation the moment she saw that top-tier carrot.

Those pink eyes instantly turned into searchlights, and her two rabbit ears shot straight up with a thump.

"Wow! It's a premium sweet carrot!"

Xiao Wu let out a cheer, and her pink figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

"Clear the path, right? No problem!"

Before Wang Sheng could even process what was happening, he only saw a flash of pink light.

"You..."

Bam!

No fancy, flowery words.

Xiao Wu appeared in front of Wang Sheng in an instant, her petite body folding into an impossible twist midair. She swung her long leg, and her braid lashed out like a whip.

The next second, Wang Sheng flew backward like a kicked sandbag, crashing five or six meters away into the wall with a dull thud, then slowly sliding down.

And at the spot where he had just stood, Xiao Wu had already landed steadily.

She caught the falling carrot with one hand and bit into it with a crunch.

"So sweet!"

Xiao Wu's face was full of satisfaction, not even glancing at Wang Sheng crumpled in the corner.

The entire scene fell dead silent.

Dozens of work-study students stood with mouths agape, staring at this adorable girl munching on a carrot, then at their groaning boss in the corner—their worldview shattered.

Wang Sheng hadn't even had time to summon his spirit soul; he was sent flying like a torn sack.

Absolute silence fell over the crowd.

All the work-study students gaped, looking from the cute little girl who was terrifyingly fierce to Su Yun, who stood with his hands in his pockets, having not lifted a single finger the entire time.

"Damn it..."

Wang Sheng clutched his chest, struggling to get up from the ground.

A fierce wave of humiliation flooded his mind.

He jerked his head up, eyes bloodshot, and pointed at Su Yun as he roared.

"You're just relying on your family's money, aren't you?!"

"Hiring a tough bodyguard—what kind of skill is that? What right does a rich brat like you have to muscle in on our work-study territory?!"

Wang Sheng grew more agitated with every word, the long-suppressed resentment of being looked down on by noble students finally exploding.

"This is Seventh Dorm! A place where fists talk! Not something you can buy off with cash!"

"Does having money really let you do whatever you want?!"

This roar was deafening, striking a chord with many of the surrounding work-study students.

Their gazes at Su Yun shifted from fear to the anger of class resentment.

Faced with this soul-searing question.

Su Yun finally moved.

He slowly took off his tactical sunglasses, revealing a pair of eyes so calm they were nearly cold.

"Are you done?"

Su Yun's voice was soft, yet it rang clearly in everyone's ears.

Then, Su Yun stepped forward and slowly pulled down the zipper...

Shhhh—!!!!

As if a dam had burst open.

Countless vacuum-sealed premium sausages, spiced braised eggs, meat floss cakes, spicy strips, mixed with dozens of gleaming Silver Soul Coins, cascaded down like a mudslide.

Crackle, pop!

In an instant, Wang Sheng's bed was buried, piled into a small mountain radiating the scent of money and meat.

Sausages rolled onto the floor, stacking up at Wang Sheng's feet.

Su Yun watched Wang Sheng, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

"Sorry, but money really can let you do whatever you want."

It was wealth enough to buy up all the junk in several Seventh Dorms, a total amount of food these work-study students had never seen in their lives.

The air froze.

His gaze locked onto a Silver Soul Coin that had rolled to his feet, then shifted to the thick, hefty sausage nearly poking him in the face.

His nose twitched ungracefully a couple of times, that domineering meaty aroma shooting straight to his skull.

His mind went blank, but his body's instinctive reaction was astonishingly fast.

Thud!

Without any mental struggle, without any hesitation, his knees slid a short distance across the floor, stopping precisely in front of that pile of goods.

The iron-boned leader of the Seventh Dorm, who moments ago had sworn to defend the dignity of work-study students to the death, was now prostrate on the ground.

"Dad!"

That cry was packed with emotion, piercingly powerful, as if he were Su Yun's long-lost biological son.

His hands trembling, he scooped up a handful of coins and sausages, jerked his head up, his face blooming with a warm, spring-like smile that even looked somewhat kind, the corners of his eyes glistening with moved tears.

"I was too loud just now! I knew it—someone as extraordinary as you, how could you be here to claim territory? You're clearly a living Buddha sent from heaven to save us suffering brothers of the Seventh Dorm!"

All the work-study students: "..."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

One second it was daggers drawn, the next he was calling him dad?

Wasn't that face-change a bit too fast?

"Wang Sheng! Where's your backbone?" a lackey shouted in disbelief, feeling his faith crumble.

Wang Sheng spun around and let loose a torrent of abuse, still chewing on a sausage he'd just ripped open, roaring indistinctly.

"Shut up! Can you eat backbone? There's an old saying on the continent: he who knows food is a true hero!"

He chewed the sausage fiercely, his face showing an expression of pure bliss.

"Mmm~ So good! This is... this is a father's love as heavy as a mountain! What do you idiots know? Now call him dad!"

Su Yun watched this scene, merely waving his hand with a bored air.

"I originally planned to get along with you as an ordinary person, but all I got was distance and hostility."

"I'm not pretending anymore. I'm coming clean."

Su Yun shook his head, ignoring Wang Sheng kneeling and calling him dad, and walked straight toward the innermost corner of the dorm.

"Since my identity is already exposed, there's no need for me to keep humbling myself."

Under the stunned gazes of dozens of eyes, Su Yun reached into the seemingly small silver backpack.

"It's too stinky here."

Like Doraemon, Su Yun forcibly pulled out a waist-high, high-power Aroma Diffuser from that tiny backpack opening.

He pressed the switch, and with the hum of the silent fan, a fresh ocean mint fragrance burst forth instantly.