Father Su Yun

The fresh air forcefully suppressed the accumulated foot odor of over a decade in the Seventh Dorm.

"The floor's too hard."

Su Yun reached into his bag again and gave it a sharp tug.

Shwoosh—!

A rolled-up long-haired carpet was pulled out.

Once spread, its thick texture looked warm just from sight.

The surrounding work-study students' eyes went wide.

How could that small bag hold such a huge carpet?! What kind of spatial soul tool was this?!

But it wasn't over yet.

"Uncomfortable to sit on."

Su Yun pulled out two enormous bean bag sofas and tossed them onto the carpet. Their soft, saggy shapes practically begged you to sink into them.

"Let there be light."

Finally, Su Yun produced two LED vintage lanterns designed for outdoor camping.

"Click!"

No flame, no smoke. A soft, bright warm yellow light instantly illuminated the dim corner, maxing out the atmosphere.

In just two minutes.

The dirtiest, messiest corner of the Seventh Dorm had transformed into a cozy, luxurious, boutique-style showroom.

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed first.

The work-study students went completely wild.

They stared at the pile of snacks, then at the corner that looked like magic, their worldview shattered.

"Is that a legendary spatial soul tool?!"

"That lamp is so bright! Does it not need oil?!"

"That chair looks so soft... I want to sit on it..."

Su Yun ignored these uncivilized locals, sinking into the bean bag sofa with a satisfied sigh.

Xiao Wu, meanwhile, skillfully kicked off her shoes, hopped onto the other sofa, crossed her legs, sipped her milk tea, and waved at Wang Sheng, who was still spacing out.

"Hey, you, the one kneeling. Stop daydreaming. Hand out the stuff on the floor to everyone. Remember to take the trash out and don't dirty my carpet."

"Right! On it!"

Wang Sheng had fully slipped into the role of butler, hopping up eagerly to distribute ham sausages to the work-study students, his face beaming with the joy of serving capital.

The entire Seventh Dorm instantly erupted into a New Year's-style celebration.

"Thanks, Dad!"

"Foster father above, accept your son's bow!"

"This meat sausage is so fragrant! Wuwuwu!"

Squeak~~~

The entrance to the Seventh Dorm's newly replaced, thick, soundproof, anti-theft door was pushed open.

A boy stood at the doorway, carrying a patched-up, worn-out bundle on his back, dressed in simple cloth clothes, his face covered in travel dust.

It was Tang San, arriving late.

Tang San stood at the door, completely frozen.

His hand was still on the door handle, his small eyes now wide as brass bells.

Before coming, Village Chief Grandpa Jack had repeatedly warned him that the work-study dorm conditions were harsh—dozens of people crammed into one big bed, reeking of sweat, with the risk of being bullied by roommates and having his blanket stolen.

Tang San had prepared himself for the worst, even secretly readying his sleeve crossbow, planning to establish dominance with force the moment he entered.

But he never expected to see this scene.

The originally dirty, messy stone floor was gone.

In its place was a neatly laid synthetic carpet that felt soft underfoot.

The moldy walls were covered with snow-white integrated wall panels, and an LED ceiling light hung from the ceiling, emitting a soft glow.

Even more absurdly, the original large bed had been partitioned into over a dozen small, independent rooms.

Each cubicle had a latex mattress, velvet-like new bedding, and even a separate desk and small lamp.

And right now, in the deliberately cleared central common area, a set of leather sofas was arranged.

Su Yun was lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed, like some kind of money-dispensing child god, casually pulling things out of that silver backpack.

"Wang Sheng, right? This pack of Big Gluten is yours."

"You there, go vacuum the carpet again. This Silver Soul Coin is your tip."

"And the rest of you, don't fight—everyone gets a share! I'm in a good mood today, so all expenses are on Young Master Su!"

Su Yun waved his hand casually, and a handful of colorful snack wrappers, along with a few silver coins, arced gracefully through the air.

Clatter!

The one who should have been the boss of Seventh Dorm, the bully who specialized in picking on new students—Wang Sheng—was now leading a group of work-study students, gathered around Su Yun's feet like devout followers.

Seeing the snacks fly over, Wang Sheng lunged like a hungry tiger, catching the pack of Spicy Strips with precision. A grin spread across his face, brighter than if he'd seen his own father, and his voice boomed, shaking the room:

"Thank you for the gift, Righteous Father!!!"

"Generous Father! May you enjoy good health!!"

The other work-study students, while scrambling for the Beef Jerky and Chips on the floor, joined in without a shred of dignity, shouting in unison:

"Thank you, Father Su Yun!!"

On the other side.

Xiao Wu, a Renovation Blueprint rolled up in her hand, stood on a chair, bossing around the senior students with an air of superiority:

"Move that vase a little to the left! It's blocking the light!"

"And that bedsheet! Smooth it out!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Sister Xiao Wu! Right away!"

Two senior students nodded and bowed, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

Warm, luxurious, and reeking of money.

Everything here seemed perfectly harmonious—except for the petrified Tang San at the door.

Tang San stepped back in confusion, looked up at the room number.

[Seventh Dorm]

That's right.

He looked down again at his own faded, worn-out clothes, then at the palace-like interior of the room.

A powerful, surreal sense of absurdity washed over him.

"This... is really the work-study dorm for poor people?"

"Did Grandpa Jack lie to me? Are work-study students actually treated like nobility?"

Just as Tang San was questioning his life, Su Yun, who was scattering coins on the sofa, caught sight of the figure at the door out of the corner of his eye.

He pushed up his sunglasses, looked at the boy in patched clothes, and a slight smile tugged at his lips.

Su Yun waved at the door.

"Yo, a newbie?"

"Don't just stand there. Come in and close the door—all the cold air is escaping."

Su Yun casually pulled a bag of Spicy Strips from his bag and tossed it straight over:

"That last bed is yours. Take it—consider it a welcome gift."

Tang San instinctively raised his hand. Relying on his Mysterious Jade Hand and Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon skills, he caught the bag of Spicy Strips steadily.

"Who are you? Is this still the work-study dorm?"

Seeing this, Wang Sheng immediately sidled over, looking at Tang San with envy, then pointed at Su Yun and introduced him with practiced ease:

"New guy, standing before you is—"

"The absolute ruler of Seventh Dorm, the breaker of poverty's chains, the King of Calories, the Guardian of the Fried Realm, the founder of the Nezha Burger, the inventor of Happy Water and Fatty Water, and the kind old father of all us work-study students—Father Su Yun!"

Tang San hugged the Spicy Strips, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

Can this little dorm even fit that many titles?

Su Yun... Father...?

Right... Righteous Father...?

These city kids... are they really this wild?