Dormitory Turmoil

When Li Ang nodded, Ming Yue smiled. After ushering the others out, she turned and gave the three students a slight nod.

"The public area of this dormitory may be taken up largely by our young master. How about this: we'll give each of you an additional 1,000 Federal Credits every month as compensation. The money will be deposited directly into your accounts for you to use."

She spoke politely, but didn't wait for the three of them to agree before turning and leaving the room. Once the group had left, Wang Jinxi, Wei Xiaofeng, and Zhang Yangzi exchanged glances.

A rare trace of fear showed on Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi's faces.

Wei Xiaofeng's mouth twitched, too. He was from Skysea City and had always felt a peculiar pride in it, believing that Eastsea City was inferior to Skysea City in every way.

But compared to Li Ang's manner, he felt like a clown.

"Hello, classmate. Let me introduce myself. I'm Wei Xiaofeng."

As he spoke, Wei Xiaofeng held out his hand to Li Ang. Li Ang looked at him for a moment, paused, then held out his own hand. The two shook hands, then slowly let go.

"My name is Li Ang. It's nice to meet you. I'm rather lazy, and my time is precious, so I won't be responsible for cleaning the dormitory. I'll also need someone to buy my meals for me."

As Li Ang spoke, his gaze swept calmly over the three of them. His tone made it sound as though he were simply stating a fact.

The three of them felt awkward. Li Ang had just mentioned a hundred-year-old spirit herb and a monthly stipend of 1,000 credits, which was already a substantial sum.

But all three considered themselves geniuses. How could they accept Li Ang's attitude?

Just as Wang Jinxi was about to say something, Li Ang calmly glanced at them.

"Of course, I'll compensate you, too. Tell me what you need, and I can offer you something in return. In exchange, you'll also have to keep the dormitory absolutely quiet."

Li Ang's voice was calm, but his matter-of-fact attitude thoroughly enraged Wang Jinxi.

Ignoring the imposing presence Ming Yue had brought with her, he looked straight at Li Ang and spoke up.

"Look, brother, if you really want to live in this dorm, then you're welcome. But if you don't, or if you're trying to show off to us, I don't think there's any need."

"Yeah, brother. You don't look like you're short on money. Why not just go back to your own place?"

"The school may require us to live in the dorms, but with your family background, you should be able to get around that. The head teacher was so deferential to you, after all."

Seeing his friend speak up, Zhang Yangzi chimed in without hesitation, meeting Li Ang's gaze.

Li Ang showed no embarrassment. He simply nodded, calm as ever. "I do have a place here. My family is with the Spirit Pagoda, but it's too far from here. It takes about thirty minutes to get there, which means an hour for the round trip."

"That means I'd have to get up before seven thirty in the morning just to make it to the regular morning classes."

After he finished speaking, Li Ang didn't look at them. Even when he noticed their strange looks, his expression remained calm.

"Since reason won't get through to you, then we'll settle this by strength. I'm ordering the three of you to do as I say. Otherwise, I won't mind 'educating' you every day. You can call it throwing my weight around. I really don't care."

Li Ang finished speaking and took a light step forward. As his foot touched the ground, three pitch-black Soul Rings abruptly appeared.

A terrifying aura burst forth, surging like a raging tide with the presence of a Ten-thousand-year Soul Beast.

The three of them had been wearing expressions of seriousness or anger, but their faces froze. Then their eyes filled with terror.

A nine-year-old Soul Master with three rings, all of them Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings. They had never even heard of such a terrifying configuration, let alone understood it.

Before they could say a word, the air around them trembled. Elements began to gather in the air like soldiers in neat formation, and pale yellow elemental crystals appeared one after another.

But as Li Ang's eyes flickered, he decided there was no need to stir up trouble. The three Soul Rings on his body slowly vanished.

He calmly walked to his bed and sat down on the lower bunk, which had already been made.

"Is that all right? If so, I hope you won't disturb me before ten thirty. I still have some things to finish."

After speaking, Li Ang lowered his head. The drafts he had been holding earlier were now in his hand; he had already stored the precious pages in his bracelet.

Taking out the nearly finished draft, he continued to sketch out the basic logic for the hand portion of his Battle Armor, along with some linear design elements.

Since he could make as many mistakes as he wanted, Li Ang wasn't limiting his Battle Armor design to an ordinary suit.

Instead, he planned to design a complete set of Battle Armor, one that covered his entire body and had highly distinctive features. It could even be called a mecha.

Seeing Li Ang lower his head to study, with no intention of paying them any attention, the three of them wore strange expressions.

Almost in unison, they left the dormitory. Just as they were about to discuss what had happened, a deafening crash rang out.

They instinctively turned to look inside and saw a delicate-looking little boy knock another person to the ground.

Then another handsome boy came in, only to be sent sprawling as well.

At the sight, Wang Jinxi, Zhang Yangzi, and Wei Xiaofeng exchanged glances. All at once, the three of them felt like kindred sufferers.

"Damn it, should I have never come to Eastsea Academy? This place is way too terrifying."

"Our dorm's got a tech freak, and the next dorm over has a violent guy. How are we supposed to live like this?"

Wei Xiaofeng's face was filled with despair. Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi exchanged a glance, then looked back at their dorm before dragging Wei Xiaofeng straight toward the nearby stairwell.

Whatever the three of them discussed had nothing to do with Li Ang. He hadn't even bothered to check whether Na'er had come to attend this school.

Right now, besides his Battle Armor research, all kinds of plans and other matters weighed on his shoulders.

He had to take them one step at a time and see them through one by one.

So he had neither the energy nor the desire to spend his time on these seemingly trivial social interactions.

This might make him an outsider, but Li Ang didn't care in the least.

There was one thing he knew for certain: no matter how much of an outsider he became, no matter how much the teachers and students disliked him, as long as he had the Spirit Pagoda's backing, no one could expel him or cause him any serious trouble.

With that in mind, Li Ang wouldn't go too far, but he didn't need to hold himself back like an ordinary student or force himself to get along with his classmates.