Bedroom Storm

Seeing Li Ang nod, Ming Yue smiled. After ushering the others out, she gave the three students a slight nod.

"Our young master will likely occupy a large portion of this dormitory's common area. As compensation, each of you will receive 1,000 Federal Credits every month. The funds will be deposited directly into your accounts for your use."

Her tone was polite, but she turned and left the room without waiting for their agreement. As they departed, Wang Jinxi, Wei Xiaofeng, and Zhang Yangzi exchanged glances.

A rare trace of apprehension appeared on the faces of Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi.

The corners of Wei Xiaofeng's mouth twitched as well. As a native of Skysea City, he held an inexplicable sense of pride regarding his home, feeling that Eastsea City fell short in every aspect compared to Skysea City.

Yet, compared to Li Ang's display of status, he felt a bit like a clown.

"Hello, fellow student. Let me introduce myself. My name is Wei Xiaofeng."

Wei Xiaofeng extended his hand toward Li Ang as he spoke. Li Ang's gaze lingered on him for a moment; after a brief silence, he extended his own hand. The two shook hands, then slowly pulled apart.

"I am Li Ang. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am quite lazy, and my time is very precious, so I will not be responsible for cleaning the dormitory, and I require someone to buy my meals."

As Li Ang spoke, his gaze swept calmly over the three of them, his tone as matter-of-fact as if he were stating a simple truth.

This left the three of them feeling awkward. Although mentioning a century-old spirit herb upon their first meeting and offering a 1,000-credit monthly subsidy was already a significant sum, they all considered themselves geniuses. How could they possibly accept such an attitude from Li Ang?

Just as Wang Jinxi opened his mouth to say something, Li Ang's gaze swept toward them with calm indifference.

"Of course, I will provide you with compensation. If you need anything, I can offer you a certain degree of recompense, and in exchange, you must maintain absolute silence in the dormitory."

Li Ang's voice was calm, but this sense of entitlement completely infuriated Wang Jinxi.

Ignoring the imposing aura Ming Yue had brought with her, he looked at Li Ang and spoke directly:

"Look, brother, if you genuinely want to live in this dorm, we welcome you. If you don't want to, or if you're just trying to act big, I don't think it's necessary."

"That's right, brother. Looking at you, it's not like you're short on money, right? You could just go back and live at your own home."

"Even though the school mandates dormitory living, with your status and background, you should be able to manage that. After all, even the dean of students is so polite to you."

Seeing his brother speak up, Zhang Yangzi followed suit without hesitation, meeting their gazes.

There was no trace of embarrassment on Li Ang's face; he simply nodded calmly. "I do have a house to live in here. My family is from the Spirit Pagoda, but the Spirit Pagoda is too far away—it takes about 30 minutes one way, which means 60 minutes for a round trip."

"That would mean I'd have to wake up before 7:30 in the morning just to make it to my regular morning classes."

Li Ang finished speaking without looking at them, his expression remaining calm even as he sensed the strange looks they were casting his way.

"Since normal reasoning doesn't work, let's decide this through strength. I am now ordering the three of you to follow my requirements; otherwise, I don't mind 'educating' you once a day. You can consider this me using power to oppress others, because I truly do not care."

After finishing his sentence, Li Ang took a light step forward. As his foot landed, three pitch-black Soul Ring appeared abruptly.

A terrifying aura radiated outward, the pressure of a ten-thousand-year soul beast surging to the heavens.

The expressions of the three, previously serious or angry, froze instantly, their eyes filling with terror.

A nine-year-old three-ringed soul master with three ten-thousand-year Soul Ring—this terrifying configuration was something the three of them had never heard of, let alone understood.

Before they could speak, the surrounding atmosphere vibrated slightly. Elements began to appear in mid-air like disciplined soldiers, forming pale yellow elemental crystals.

However, as Li Ang's eyes flickered slightly, he decided there was no need to cause trouble, and the three Soul Ring on his body slowly vanished.

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

"Is that acceptable? If so, I hope you will not disturb me before 10:30. I still have some things to finish."

Li Ang finished speaking and lowered his head. The precious manuscripts he had been holding were already stored in his wristband.

Taking out the draft he was nearly finished designing, he began to outline the fundamental logic and linear designs for his hand-mounted Battle Armor.

Because he could trial-and-error infinitely, Li Ang's design for his own Battle Armor was not limited to standard Battle Armor.

He was preparing to design a complete set of Battle Armor—a set that could cover his entire body and possessed strong, unique characteristics; one could even call it a mecha.

Watching Li Ang lower his head to study, showing no intention of acknowledging them, the expressions of the three became extremely strange.

The three of them left the dormitory almost simultaneously. Just as they were about to discuss what had happened, they heard a loud, booming crash.

They instinctively turned their heads to look inside, only to see a small, porcelain-doll-like boy knock another person directly to the ground.

A handsome youth who had just entered behind them was also sent flying.

Seeing this scene, Wang Jinxi, Zhang Yangzi, and Wei Xiaofeng exchanged glances. The three of them suddenly felt a sense of camaraderie as fellow sufferers.

"Damn it, should I not have come to this Eastsea Academy? This is just too terrifying."

"The guy in our dorm is like a tech-freak, and there's a violent guy in the next room. Can we even live like this?"

A trace of despair appeared on Wei Xiaofeng's face. Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi looked at each other, glanced back at their dorm, and then dragged Wei Xiaofeng toward the nearby stairwell.

Whatever the three of them discussed had absolutely nothing to do with Li Ang. He didn't even care whether Na'er had come to this school or not.

Because at this moment, beyond his Battle Armor research, his own planning and various other matters weighed heavily upon him.

He needed to do things step by step, to complete them one by one.

Therefore, he had no interest—or rather, no intention—of putting energy into these seemingly trivial social interactions.

This might lead to him being unsociable, but to Li Ang, that was completely irrelevant.

Because there was one premise: no matter how unsociable he was, and no matter how much he was disliked by teachers or students, as long as his status and background in the Spirit Pagoda remained, no one could expel him or cause him any significant trouble.

With this premise clearly established, while Li Ang wouldn't go too far, there was no need for him to be as constrained as a normal student, feeling forced to build good relationships with his classmates.