Does Having Money Really Let You Do Whatever You Want?

After saying that, Wang Sheng deliberately stepped closer, trying to intimidate Su Yun with his size and the stench of sweat.

"And take off those black sunglasses! Nobody in Dorm Seven gets to act more high and mighty than I do!"

The Work-Study Students nearby burst into laughter, eager to see the rich young master make a fool of himself.

Su Yun stood where he was, perfectly still.

He merely held his breath slightly and took half a step back, his disgust completely undisguised.

"Xiao Wu."

Su Yun spoke calmly, his voice utterly unruffled.

"What is it?"

Xiao Wu swallowed the last of her pearls and licked her lips, still savoring the taste.

Su Yun didn't bother with words. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a fresh, premium fruit carrot.

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

"Clear the way. This carrot is yours."

Xiao Wu had still been pinching her nose and looking disgusted by the place, but the moment she saw that top-grade carrot, her entire demeanor changed.

Her pink eyes instantly turned into searchlights, and both rabbit ears shot straight up.

"Wow! A premium sweet carrot!"

Xiao Wu cried out in delight, and her pink figure vanished from where she stood.

"Clear the way, right? No problem!"

Wang Sheng hadn't even realized what was happening when a flash of pink flickered before his eyes.

"You..."

Bang!

There was no flashy banter.

Xiao Wu appeared in front of Wang Sheng in an instant. Her petite body folded impossibly in midair as she whipped out a long leg, her scorpion braid cracking like a whip.

The next moment, Wang Sheng flew five or six meters through the air like a kicked sandbag and slammed into the wall with a dull thud before slowly sliding down.

And where he had been standing just moments before, Xiao Wu landed steadily on her feet.

She caught the carrot falling from the air with one hand and took a big bite. Crunch!

"Delicious!"

Xiao Wu looked thoroughly satisfied and didn't even spare Wang Sheng in the corner a glance.

The entire room fell silent.

Dozens of Work-Study Students gaped at the adorable girl munching on a carrot, then looked at their groaning leader in the corner. Their entire worldview had crumbled.

Wang Sheng hadn't even had time to activate his Martial Soul before he was sent flying like a broken sack.

The room was completely silent.

Every Work-Study Student stared at the girl who was impossibly cute yet terrifyingly strong, then at Su Yun, whose hands had remained in his pockets and who hadn't lifted a finger from beginning to end.

"Damn it..."

Clutching his chest, Wang Sheng struggled to get up from the floor.

An intense sense of humiliation clouded Wang Sheng's mind.

He suddenly raised his head, eyes bloodshot, and pointed at Su Yun as he roared.

"You're just relying on your family's money!"

"What's so impressive about hiring a powerful bodyguard? What gives a rich young master like you the right to take over our Work-Study Students' territory?!"

The more Wang Sheng spoke, the more agitated he became. All the pent-up resentment from years of being looked down on by noble students burst out.

"This is Dorm Seven! We settle things with our fists here! You can't just use money to fix everything!"

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

His furious roar rang out like a thunderclap, striking a chord with many of the Work-Study Students nearby.

Their fear of Su Yun gave way to anger and resentment toward the rich.

Faced with this soul-searching question,

Su Yun finally moved.

He slowly took off his Tactical Sunglasses, revealing a pair of eyes so calm they were almost cold.

"Are you done?"

Su Yun's voice was soft, but every person in the room heard him clearly.

Then Su Yun walked forward and slowly unzipped his bag...

Rrrrip—!!!!

It was like opening the floodgates of a dam.

A torrent of vacuum-packed premium sausages, spiced braised eggs, meat floss pastries, Spicy Strips, and dozens of glimmering Silver Soul Coins poured out like a landslide.

Clatter! Clatter!

In an instant, Wang Sheng's bed was buried beneath them, forming a little mountain that gave off the combined scents of money and meat.

Sausages rolled onto the floor, piling up around Wang Sheng's feet.

Su Yun looked at Wang Sheng, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

"Sorry. Having money really does let you do whatever you want."

It was a fortune enough to buy every piece of junk in several Dorm Sevens over. It was more food than these Work-Study Students had seen in their entire lives.

The air froze.

His eyes were fixed on a Silver Soul Coin that had rolled to his feet, then shifted to the thick sausage practically shoved in his face.

His nose twitched twice despite himself, as the overpowering scent of meat shot straight to his brain.

His mind went blank, but his body's instincts reacted with astonishing speed.

Thump!

Without a moment's inner conflict or hesitation, his knees slid a short distance across the floor and stopped precisely in front of the pile of supplies.

The leader of Dorm Seven, who had just been all grit and determination, swearing to defend the dignity of the Work-Study Students to the death, was now prostrate on the floor.

"Dad!"

The cry was brimming with emotion and carried astonishingly far, as if he were Su Yun's long-lost son.

His hands trembling, he scooped up a handful of coins and sausages. Then he jerked his head up, his face wreathed in a warm, springlike smile that was almost kindly. Tears of emotion even welled in his eyes.

"I was speaking too loudly just now! I knew that someone as extraordinary and distinguished as you could never have come here to take over our territory! You were clearly sent from heaven to save our suffering brothers in Dorm Seven. You're a living bodhisattva!"

All the Work-Study Students: "..."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

One moment, they'd been ready to fight. The next, he was calling him Dad?

Wasn't he changing sides a little too fast?

"Wang Sheng! What happened to your backbone?"

One of his underlings shouted in disbelief, feeling his faith crumble.

Wang Sheng spun around and shouted at him, a freshly unwrapped sausage stuffed in his mouth. His words came out garbled.

"Shut up! Can you eat backbone? There's an old saying on the continent: 'He who has food is wise!'"

He took a couple of hearty bites of the sausage, his face showing utter bliss.

"Mmm! Delicious! This is... this is fatherly love as vast as a mountain! You wouldn't understand! Hurry up and call him Dad!"

Watching this, Su Yun merely waved his hand, already losing interest.

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

"I'm done pretending. I'll come clean."

Su Yun shook his head, ignored Wang Sheng, who was kneeling and calling him Dad, and walked straight toward the far corner of the dormitory.

"Now that my identity has been exposed, there's no reason for me to keep putting up with this."

Under the astonished gazes of dozens of people, Su Yun reached into the small-looking silver backpack.

"This place reeks."

Like a character in a cartoon, Su Yun pulled a powerful, half-human-sized Aroma Diffuser out through the tiny opening of his backpack.

He pressed the switch, and as the silent fan began to spin, a fresh scent of ocean breeze and mint poured out at once.