Soul Transmigration Xie Xie? Double Kill at the Start!

"Hiss--"

With a splitting headache, Xie Xie snapped his eyes open.

An unfamiliar environment, a noisy crowd, and a massive influx of memories crashing into his mind...

The next second, his entire body froze.

Douluo Dalu III, Legend of the Dragon King, Eastsea Academy, and... his current identity--

Xie Xie! The future Space-Time Douluo!

"I... transmigrated?"

Xie Xie looked down at his hands, then touched his cheeks; they were young, tender, and full of vitality—the very image of a youth.

Xie Xie's eyes widened, his heart thumping wildly.

While others started their transmigration in hellish conditions or life-or-death crises, he had landed directly into the body of a future high-ranking member of the Sea God Pavilion, a winner in life with strength, status, and a canon wife?

"Isn't this just a pure 'win-by-lying-down' script?"

Xie Xie almost laughed out loud.

System? System-daddy? Are you there?

Xie Xie tentatively called out to the system in his mind a few times, but after confirming there was no system-daddy, he couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.

But that was fine!

Xie Xie quickly cheered himself up again.

He would just follow the original plot, hug Tang Wulin's thigh tightly, avoid being reckless, avoid showing off, avoid courting death, and steadily survive until the end—that was a guaranteed peak life!

Whatever the Abyss Plane was, whatever the human-beast conflict was, didn't Tang Wulin have it covered?

He only needed to slack off, follow the protagonist to gain experience, and incidentally spoil his wife—perfect! His life path for the next hundred years was already mapped out in his mind.

It was stable.

This situation couldn't be any more stable.

After digesting his memories, he realized it was roughly the time he had just entered Eastsea Academy.

As an orphan, Xie Xie quickly accepted the fact of his transmigration, and at the thought of his wonderful future, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop curling upward.

Sure enough, parents sacrificed to the heavens, magical powers boundless!

Xie Xie hummed a little tune as he walked through the chaotic hallway, soon finding his dormitory on the second floor.

He spotted the open dormitory door at a glance, with the faint sound of arguing drifting from within.

Just as he reached the doorway, a black shadow suddenly flew toward him.

Muscle memory reacted faster than Xie Xie's brain; his body subconsciously sidestepped, and the black shadow slammed heavily into the wall.

Xie Xie frowned slightly and stepped into the dormitory to get a clear look at the situation.

However, what presented itself before him was a black-haired boy standing amidst the mess, wreathed in black mist with red light glowing in his eyes.

Xie Xie recognized this person at a glance.

The most righteous protagonist in the Douluo series, the legendary pressure-resistant king, the future Dragon Emperor Douluo, Tang Wulin!

Tang Wulin slowly raised his head upon hearing the commotion. When he caught sight of what was under Xie Xie's foot, the dim red light in his eyes flared instantly, and the black mist surrounding him grew even more intense.

Seeing that Tang Wulin was clearly in an abnormal state, Xie Xie looked down at his feet.

He had happened to step on a quilt embroidered with small flowers, and as luck would have it, his left foot was pressing right onto one of those flowers.

Hiss, why does this thing look so familiar? I remember in the original work...

In the original work, wasn't Xie Xie beaten up by Tang Wulin right here? Because he stepped on the little flower Na'er had embroidered for Tang Wulin by hand!!

Xie Xie felt a giant "DANGER" sign rising above his head, still flashing with red light.

Xie Xie: ...Dear audience, do you think I can still survive?

The next second, a fist magnified in his vision, carrying a sharp whistling sound that gave him no chance to dodge.

Just as the fist touched his cheek, the scene before Xie Xie's eyes suddenly shifted.

The fist, which had been carrying such force, vanished, replaced by a blinding white light.

Before him appeared a set of floating, glowing white stairs leading upward, with a white door carved with a cross standing at the top, accompanied by a looped background track:

Deng deng deng deng~

Deng deng deng deng~

The next instant, Xie Xie went flying.

A swastika-shaped hole was smashed into the hallway wall, and Xie Xie was perfectly embedded within it.

In the corner of the dormitory, a purple-haired boy hugged his legs and shivered, his face covered in snot and tears.

The city is too scary, I want to go back to the countryside, Mommy help me!

Ten minutes later.

The Dean's Office of the Eastsea Academy Intermediate Division.

The purple-haired youth, Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and a tall, sturdy youth stood in a line.

Facing the four of them sat a middle-aged man with a sharp, monkey-like face.

"So, you're telling me this entire tragedy was sparked by a quilt?" Long Hengxu, the Dean, couldn't help but interject before the purple-haired youth, Yun Xiao, had even finished his explanation. His expression was as dark as a gathering storm.

Yun Xiao still looked shaken, Xie Xie clutched his face with a look of utter exasperation, and the tall youth, Zhou Changxi, still had a swollen face, his expression clearly showing he refused to accept this outcome.

Tang Wulin stood there clutching the quilt, looking down at the small flowers on the fabric. His beautiful, large black eyes were filled with stubbornness, looking exactly like a wronged, delicate heroine from a CEO romance drama.

"Fighting on the very first day of school—you all have quite the nerve! You're far too arrogant!"

Long Hengxu crossed his arms over his chest and said coldly:

"Zhou Changxi, given your martial soul category, you should have been able to enter Class Three, even if your level was a bit low. But it seems your character is just as low. You deserved that beating; you can stay in Class Five forever."

Zhou Changxi wanted to argue, but when he saw the dark look in Long Hengxu's eyes, he didn't dare make a sound.

"And you, Xie Xie."

Long Hengxu shifted his gaze to Xie Xie. "Do you think just because you're the young master of the Xie Family, you can go around hitting people? This is Eastsea Academy, not your Xie Family!"

"...?"

Xie Xie was stunned for a moment, then he was so angered by the remark that he laughed. He simply raised his eyebrows and retorted righteously: "Yes, I hit him. So what?!"

Long Hengxu was choked up by Xie Xie's attitude, and the anger in his chest flared up instantly.

He slammed his hand onto the desk with a loud "bang" that made the teacup on the table jump three times. He stood up from his chair, pointed at Xie Xie, and spoke with undeniable fury:

"So what? You dare talk back to me? Do you have any idea how you hit him?!"

"Of course I know! I used my face to beat his fist!"

Xie Xie's resonant words echoed through the office.

For a moment, the air went silent.

Long Hengxu was dumbfounded.

Hearing this, Tang Wulin lowered his head even further.

Yun Xiao and Zhou Changxi simultaneously took half a step back in silence.

Seeing the reaction of the three, Long Hengxu realized Xie Xie was telling the truth—he really had used his, uh... face, to "beat" Tang Wulin's fist.

Only then did Long Hengxu notice the swollen side of Xie Xie's face. He silently sat back down in his office chair, pressed his fist against his mouth, coughed twice, and his tone softened involuntarily, even stuttering a bit unnaturally:

"Ahem, well, that's not how you put it; fighting is still fighting..."

Xie "The Scapegoat" Xie: Heh.

If he had a bag of salt right now, he would have slapped it onto Long Hengxu's face without hesitation. Damn it!

"In any case, you fought, so go to Class Five."

Long Hengxu quickly finished with Xie Xie and turned to Yun Xiao without pause: "As for you, you're going to Class Five too! Who told you not to stop the fight when you saw it!"

"...?"

Yun Xiao silently pulled out the same question mark as Xie Xie.

Him, stopping Tang Wulin?

Are you serious?

Was he supposed to go up and feed him a kill?

Before Yun Xiao could argue, Long Hengxu continued: "Tang Wulin, is it?"

"Although you had a reason for fighting, you still have to pay for the damage to public property. I'll have the finance department calculate the repair costs for the window, the wall, and the bed later. You will pay the bill."

"Ah?" Tang Wulin was stunned to hear about the fine.

But Long Hengxu didn't say anything more. After warning the four of them once again, he chased them out.

Back at the dormitory, the room and the corridor wall were still a complete mess.

The moment Xie Xie saw the swastika-shaped hole, he couldn't help but radiate an aura of deep resentment.

"I'm sorry."

Just as Xie Xie stepped into the dormitory, Tang Wulin's apologetic voice sounded from behind him.

"Huh?" Xie Xie turned around in confusion to see Tang Wulin gently placing the quilt he was holding onto the bed on the right.

Then, he turned around, his small face tight, and looked at him with extreme sincerity: "I was too impulsive earlier; I shouldn't have attacked a classmate. I was in the wrong, so, I'm sorry."