Campus Bullying?

That move was no challenge for Li Ang, but it greatly surprised Xie Xie.

The two of them went to the cafeteria and ordered food.

After ordering two Grade A meals, they dug in.

Neither of them ate particularly quickly, but as he ate, Xie Xie kept glancing around, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Why does it feel like everyone's watching us? Their looks are so complicated, like there's a whole story behind them."

There was a hint of confusion in Xie Xie's voice. Li Ang glanced around at them too.

Some of them were his classmates. They had obviously noticed him; after all, having three rings at their age was astonishing.

But Li Ang truly didn't care at all about the curiosity in the other people's eyes.

So he merely gave a soft acknowledgment and didn't respond to Xie Xie, quietly continuing his meal.

After eating, he said goodbye to Xie Xie and headed straight back to his dorm room.

When he returned, the three of them glanced over at him, but none took the initiative to speak.

Li Ang didn't mind. He sat down and continued working on the Battle Armor design for his left arm, as well as a plan for his body's current development.

His experiments had already reached their limit.

After Concealment came Forging. Just like forging metal, it used repeated hammering to increase the strength and density of the muscles.

In fact, Li Ang's body now weighed around three hundred pounds, yet at a glance, he still looked rather small and skinny.

This was mainly because of his increased bone density, but even more so because of his muscle density.

As a result, Li Ang looked frail, but was actually very strong.

As Li Ang sat there, drawing away on his own, the atmosphere chilled to the point of freezing.

The three of them naturally didn't agree with Li Ang's suggestion, but seeing the strength he'd displayed, they didn't quite dare to offend him.

As for falling out with his roommates—or rather, failing to get along with them at all—on his very first day, Li Ang remained calm.

In his previous life, Li Ang had gone to college, so he had plenty of experience with dorm-room relationships.

Not everyone cared whether you had money or ability, but having money had already become a very clear dividing line.

In that situation, there was no need to demand that all his roommates be close to him, or to compromise just to maintain good relations with them.

Whether it was his current dorm situation or the dorm life he'd experienced in college in his previous life, it didn't really matter.

After all, including their current living arrangement, in three years, Wang Jinxi, Wei Xiaofeng, and Zhang Yangzi wouldn't even be in the same academy. They would go their separate ways.

Perhaps Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi would get along well enough to attend the same higher academy, but Wei Xiaofeng would most likely go somewhere else. That seemed inevitable.

Li Ang wasn't the sort of person who placed great importance on his relationships with others. If anything, he was indifferent to them.

And it was precisely because of that indifference that their so-called united effort to isolate him didn't put any pressure on him at all.

Li Ang kept drawing by himself. By the time evening came, even the lights had been switched off, but he was still working beneath his own lamp.

Wei Xiaofeng glanced at Zhang Yangzi. A trace of inner conflict showed in Zhang Yangzi's eyes.

They had just received a century-old spirit herb from Li Ang today. If they fell out with him now, it didn't seem right.

But his attitude had left them deeply unhappy—or, to put it more plainly, resentful.

Whether Li Ang was drawing or doing something else, it showed that he had some kind of special skill, or at least something of his own to focus on.

That was completely different from the three of them, who had either trained or just chatted after coming back.

Li Ang was strong, yet he also had other interests—or perhaps he simply didn't spend most of his time training. That made the three of them unhappy, or maybe even jealous.

Under normal circumstances, they might have made snide remarks, pretending to chat while actually badmouthing Li Ang.

The problem was that Li Ang's strength was right there for all to see, so they didn't dare.

Still, watching Li Ang pore over all sorts of books and draw up designs for who-knew-what, Zhang Yangzi and Wei Xiaofeng were starting to lose patience.

Li Ang noticed the three of them making their little moves, but he remained calm. He'd never cared about this relationship, so he had no qualms about falling out with them—or even letting things escalate.

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

He looked at Li Ang, impatience in his eyes.

"Li Ang, it's already eleven. Could you turn off the light and go to sleep? Do you know how much it's bothering me?"

As Zhang Yangzi spoke, he took a couple of steps forward. On the other side of the room, Wang Jinxi, who had already lain down, sat up and stared straight at Li Ang.

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

The two stood right in front of him. Li Ang's expression didn't change as he looked at Zhang Yangzi, his face impassive.

Zhang Yangzi took a step forward and switched off Li Ang's lamp.

"Even with the curtain drawn, some light still gets through. It really messes with my sleep, you know?"

"If you want to study or do something else, you can go to the classroom or the training room. There's no need to stay in the dorm."

Zhang Yangzi paused after saying that.

Wang Jinxi hadn't said a word the entire time. Wei Xiaofeng, who had been quiet on the top bunk, climbed down too. The three of them stood in a triangle around Li Ang.

"Li Ang, your family may have some influence here, but bullying your classmates is still wrong, isn't it? You're seriously disturbing our rest. If you can't get back to the dorm before ten from now on, then don't come back at all."

"I'm not joking, either. If you're not back by ten, I'll lock the door. Figure out for yourself how you're going to get in. Just don't disturb our rest."

A faint smile touched Wei Xiaofeng's voice, but anyone could hear the mockery in his words.

Under the three men's gazes, moonlight spilled across the windowsill outside, catching the strange, anxious look in their eyes and the calm gaze in Li Ang's.

Meeting their stares—and the jealousy and all the other emotions in them—Li Ang remained calm, utterly unconcerned.

He fell silent for a moment, then slowly stood up. He wasn't any shorter than the three of them. Now the four of them faced off, with the others' eyes fixed on Li Ang.

Then, in the next instant, Li Ang moved.

He hadn't said a single word from beginning to end, but the moment he stood, his pale fist had already shot forward in a fierce punch.