School Bullying?

Such an operation was effortless for Li Ang, yet it left Xie Xie greatly astonished.

The two arrived at the cafeteria and ordered their meals.

After ordering two Grade A meals, the pair began to feast heartily.

Neither of them ate particularly fast, but as he ate, Xie Xie's gaze swept left and right, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Why does it feel like everyone is looking at us? These looks are so complex; it feels like there's a story behind them."

There was a hint of confusion in Xie Xie's tone, and Li Ang likewise scanned the crowd.

A portion of the people here were his own classmates. They had clearly noticed him; after all, possessing three-ring cultivation at this age was a truly shocking feat.

However, regarding the curiosity in the others' eyes, Li Ang truly did not take it to heart at all.

Thus, he simply responded with a soft grunt and ignored Xie Xie, continuing to eat in silence.

After finishing his meal and bidding Xie Xie farewell, he returned directly to his dormitory.

When he returned, Wang Jinxi and the other two glanced at him, but none of them took the initiative to speak to him.

Li Ang did not care, however. He sat down and immediately continued researching the Battle Armor design for his left arm, as well as his current physical growth plan.

His current attempts had reached their peak.

Behind Concealment lies Forging; much like blacksmithing, it involves tempering the body to increase muscle strength and density.

In reality, Li Ang's body weight had already reached about three hundred jin, yet he still appeared very thin and small at a glance.

The main reason for this, aside from the increase in bone density, was primarily muscle density.

This resulted in Li Ang appearing frail, while his actual strength was immense.

Watching Li Ang sit there, drawing things to himself, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

The three of them naturally did not approve of Li Ang's proposal, but the strength Li Ang had displayed made them afraid to offend him.

As for falling out with his roommates on the very first day—or rather, failing to establish a good relationship at all—Li Ang's expression remained calm.

In his previous life, Li Ang had attended university, so he had a deep understanding of dormitory relationships.

Although not everyone cares whether you have money or talent, the presence or absence of money has already formed a very clear definition.

Under such circumstances, there was no need to demand that all roommates get along well with him, nor was there a need to compromise himself to maintain good relations with them.

Whether it was his current dormitory situation or the one from his past life, it was all quite indifferent to him.

Because including this dormitory relationship, three years later, Wang Jinxi, Wei Xiaofeng, and Zhang Yangzi would not be in the same academy; they would inevitably part ways.

Perhaps Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi, being close, would go to the same higher institution, but Wei Xiaofeng would most likely go elsewhere. This seemed inevitable.

Li Ang was not the type of person to place great importance on relationships with others; his attitude toward such bonds could even be described as indifferent.

But it was precisely because of this indifference that he felt absolutely no pressure from their so-called joint isolation.

Watching Li Ang draw to himself, time ticked into the evening, and even after the lights had gone out, Li Ang continued to draw by the light of a lamp.

Wei Xiaofeng glanced at Zhang Yangzi, whose eyes held a hint of struggle.

Having just accepted a hundred-year spirit herb from the other party today, it seemed somewhat unreasonable to turn against him now.

Yet, the other party's attitude made them very dissatisfied, or perhaps, very resentful.

Whether Li Ang was drawing or doing something else, it represented that he had a specialty, or rather, his own things to do.

It was completely different from the three of them, who would either cultivate or chat directly after coming back.

Li Ang had strength yet still had other hobbies, or rather, did not spend his main time on cultivation, which stirred up the three's dissatisfaction, or perhaps, jealousy.

Under normal circumstances, they might have been passive-aggressive, pretending to chat on the surface while actually bad-mouthing Li Ang.

But the problem was that Li Ang's strength was right there, making them afraid to do so.

However, seeing Li Ang constantly flipping through various books and designing something unknown, Zhang Yangzi and Wei Xiaofeng could no longer hold back.

Li Ang noticed the three's small movements, but his expression remained calm. Because he had never cared about this relationship, he felt no burden in falling out with the three, or even escalating the matter.

Sure enough, the next second, Zhang Yangzi climbed down the ladder.

He looked at Li Ang, his eyes filled with impatience.

"Classmate Li Ang, it's already eleven o'clock. Could you please turn off the light and go to sleep? Do you have any idea that your light is affecting me?"

As Zhang Yangzi spoke, he took two steps forward, and on the other side, Wang Jinxi, who had been lying down, also sat up, his gaze fixed on Li Ang.

Li Ang looked at the two of them and calmly pulled back his privacy curtain, revealing the somewhat bright light inside.

Looking at the two standing directly before him, Li Ang's expression did not change. He looked at Zhang Yangzi, expressionless.

Zhang Yangzi took a step forward and reached out to turn off Li Ang's lamp.

"Even though you have the curtain drawn, some light still leaks out. This really affects my rest, you know."

"In the future, if you want to study or do other things, you can go to the classroom or the training room. There's no need to stay in the dormitory."

Zhang Yangzi paused after saying this.

Wang Jinxi remained silent throughout, and Wei Xiaofeng, who hadn't spoken from the upper bunk, also climbed down. The three formed a triangle, staring at Li Ang.

"Li Ang, although your family has some influence locally, bullying your classmates like this isn't right, is it? You've seriously disrupted our rest. If you can't return to the dormitory before ten o'clock from now on, then don't bother coming back at all."

"I'm not joking with you either. If you can't make it back to the dorm after ten, I'm locking the door. Whether you want to get in or whatever, figure it out yourself; just don't disturb our sleep."

There was a faint smile in Wei Xiaofeng's voice, but anyone listening could hear the sarcasm hidden within his words.

Meeting the gazes of the three, the moonlight outside spilled onto the windowsill, reflecting the strange anxiety in their eyes against Li Ang's calm, steady gaze.

Facing the stares of these three—or rather, the jealousy and various other emotions in their eyes—Li Ang's expression remained calm, or perhaps it was more accurate to say he was completely indifferent.

He fell silent for a moment before slowly standing up. He was no shorter than the other three, and the four of them now stood in a standoff, with the three pairs of eyes locked onto Li Ang.

Then, in the next second, Li Ang moved.

He hadn't said a single word from start to finish, but the moment he stood up, his fair fist was already thrusting out in a fierce punch.