Fighting on the First Day of School

After finishing the enrollment procedures, Lin Chen and Tang Wulin headed toward the dormitory area together.

When they arrived at their dorm, they found two other students already there. As Lin Chen and Tang Wulin walked in, the two immediately looked their way.

The student in the lower-left bunk was about as tall as Lin Chen, but much stockier. He had short hair, and his eyes looked like a toad's.

The student on the right was rather skinny. He wore glasses and held a book in his hand.

Tang Wulin politely introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Tang Wulin, and this is Yun Linchen." As he spoke, he put his luggage on one of the empty beds.

The boy with glasses nodded and pushed them up. "I'm Yun Xiao."

The other student rolled his eyes and told the two newcomers, Lin Chen and Tang Wulin, to clean the dorm.

Tang Wulin wasn't sure what was going on. He was about to grab the broom in the corner and start cleaning when Lin Chen stopped him. "If you want us to clean, then ask nicely. Who do you think you are, ordering people around?"

Tang Wulin had thought he could just clean up and let it go.

But the student sneered. "You look like a pushover. So what if I order you around?" As he spoke, he yanked Tang Wulin's luggage down.

Yun Xiao was taken aback. "Zhou Changxi, you're going too far."

Zhou Changxi laughed and dumped all of Tang Wulin's luggage onto the floor. Looking at the scattered belongings, he mocked Tang Wulin for looking like a beggar.

Before Tang Wulin could make a move, a chill suddenly radiated from Lin Chen.

The air seemed to drop several degrees in an instant. Lightning churned deep within his blue-green eyes. He hadn't even released a Soul Ring, yet the invisible pressure made Zhou Changxi instinctively take half a step back.

"Pick it up." Lin Chen's voice was calm, but carried a bone-chilling coldness.

Zhou Changxi's Adam's apple bobbed. He was a little rattled, but forced a cocky smile anyway. "Pick it up? Why should I? You wanna fight?"

As he spoke, he deliberately stepped on Tang Wulin's blanket. He was practically begging for a beating.

Tang Wulin clenched his fists beside Lin Chen, then lunged at Zhou Changxi.

His fist flew straight at Zhou Changxi's face, carrying all his anger. Zhou Changxi sneered and raised a hand to catch it, but that was all he managed.

A blinding bolt of lightning struck him without warning.

Electricity raced through his body. Zhou Changxi went rigid, and the strength suddenly drained from his arm. Tang Wulin seized the opening and drove a punch into his chest.

The blow landed with tremendous force, sending Zhou Changxi flying backward. He smashed through the dormitory window and fell from the second floor like a rag doll, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Just then, a figure appeared in the dorm doorway. Whether he had come to the wrong room or not, he glanced at the shattered window, then at the belongings scattered across the floor, before fixing his gaze on Tang Wulin and frowning.

He kicked aside the things on the floor and strode toward Lin Chen and Tang Wulin. "Move."

Tang Wulin was already boiling with anger. When he saw the aloof boy kick at the blanket on the floor, his pupils abruptly contracted.

A small flower had been embroidered in one corner of the blanket. His mother had stayed up all night stitching it before he left for Eastsea Academy.

"Don't touch it!" Tang Wulin roared. He pushed off hard and charged straight at the aloof boy.

But his lunge didn't work. The boy easily dodged to the side, then drove an elbow into Tang Wulin's back.

The blow staggered Tang Wulin and sent him crashing into the bedframe. He sucked in a sharp breath from the pain.

"Wulin!" Lin Chen's expression darkened. He stepped forward to steady him, his blue-green eyes narrowing as lightning crackled at his fingertips.

The boy withdrew his elbow, still wearing that same haughty expression. His gaze swept over Tang Wulin's pale, pained face, and his voice was edged with impatience. "You're in the way. And you're an eyesore."

Lin Chen faced him, his gaze as cold as ice. "Looks like you're the one who came to the wrong room. This dorm's full. Didn't you notice?"

The boy curled his lip disdainfully. "I didn't notice. So what?"

Lin Chen's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly as he silently grumbled, Xie Xie really is such a pain. Lightning churned in his eyes. "Since you won't listen, I happen to know a little about throwing punches."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning struck the boy. He felt his whole body go numb and cursed, "Damn it, I can't move!"

Lin Chen sprang forward, moving so fast that he was little more than a blur. By the time the boy recovered, it was too late. A fist was already flying at him.

The rest was easy to imagine.

"Ah! Stop hitting me! Stop!"

At that, Lin Chen stopped. Feels pretty good to beat someone up without using my Martial Soul.

The boy clutched his face and sucked in a sharp breath of pain. He looked miserable, nothing like the haughty student from a moment earlier.

Yun Xiao, who had witnessed the whole thing, and Tang Wulin, who had watched from the side, were both stunned.

Tang Wulin opened his mouth, looking from Lin Chen's withdrawn fist to the boy cowering with his arms over his head. "Lin Chen, you sure were quick."

"What are you doing?" a middle-aged man's voice sounded behind them.

About ten minutes later, they were at Eastsea Academy's disciplinary office.

"So, Zhou Changxi started it, and that led to this whole series of disasters, is that right?"

Disciplinary Director Long Hengxu looked coldly at the four students before him. The aloof boy's face was badly swollen, and he glared at Lin Chen as if his eyes were coated in poison.

Lin Chen's expression was calm, his blue-green eyes showing little emotion.

Zhou Changxi's face was ashen. He had started the trouble and then gotten beaten up, but if you looked closely, there was still a hint of fear deep in his eyes.

"Enough. Fighting on the first day of school. Zhou Changxi, you could have been in Class Three, but you started this, so you deserved the beating." Zhou Changxi had been about to argue, but when he saw Long Hengxu's expression, he held his tongue.

Long Hengxu turned to Lin Chen and Tang Wulin. His tone remained stern. "Yun Linchen, Tang Wulin, although there was a reason for what happened, you'll both stay in Class Five to cover the dormitory repairs."

He looked toward Xie Xie, who was grinning to himself. "You went to the wrong dorm and assaulted someone. You're going to Class Five too."

When they returned to the dorm, the air still carried the messy traces of the fight.

Long Hengxu had ordered Zhou Changxi to pack his things. Lin Chen leaned against the doorframe, his blue-green eyes cold. "Once you're packed, go find another dorm."

His voice was calm, but carried an undeniable pressure. Zhou Changxi gritted his teeth but didn't dare argue. He could only drag his luggage away in disgrace.

At last, the dorm was quiet. Yun Xiao had silently started sweeping, Tang Wulin was crouched on the floor picking up the scattered belongings, and Xie Xie leaned against the wall, rubbing one swollen cheek and sulking.

Before long, the repair workers arrived carrying glass and tools. One of them whistled as soon as he entered, then joked, "Well, look at you guys. Fighting on the first day and smashing the window? How much do you hate each other?"

As the repairman removed the broken glass, he chuckled. "Last time, someone put a hole through the dorm door. Yours is nothing by comparison. But listen, boys, if you're going to fight, don't aim for the face. That one's so swollen, he looks like he got struck by lightning."

As he spoke, he winked at Xie Xie.

Xie Xie's face twisted. Lin Chen added coolly, "He came at us."