The Wager! Polish My Shoes!

The corners of Su Chen's mouth curled upward, almost imperceptibly.

At this moment, Wang Dong was also sizing Su Chen up.

The instant Su Chen stepped through the door, Wang Dong had noticed him. There was no helping it; despite Su Chen's attempts to remain low-key, his natural foundation was simply too exceptional. Coupled with the unique temperament cultivated through two lifetimes and the possession of a god-level martial soul, he remained strikingly outstanding.

A clear flash of surprise crossed Wang Dong's beautiful powder-blue eyes, followed by a faint trace of admiration, and for a fleeting moment, she was even dazed.

Th-this guy... Wang Dong's heart skipped a beat for no reason. He's... way too good-looking, isn't he? He's actually even more... than me?

From childhood to the present, whether in the Clear Sky Sect or after she had snuck out, she had long grown accustomed to being the focal point of any crowd. She possessed more than enough confidence in her own appearance.

Yet, she never imagined that in this Shrek Academy freshman dormitory, she would encounter someone whose appearance and temperament made her feel, at first glance... somewhat inferior.

The other party stood tall and straight, his long golden hair looking clean and sharp. His features were impeccably handsome, especially those deep eyes—calm and waveless, yet seemingly capable of reflecting one's very soul.

However, Wang Dong was Wang Dong, after all; pride was carved into her very bones. That momentary lapse was quickly reined in.

She lifted her chin slightly, her powder-blue eyes fixed on Su Chen as she took the initiative to speak. Her voice was crisp and melodious, carrying the distinct clarity of a youth, along with a habitual, condescending tone:

"My name is Wang Dong. You must be the new roommate, right?"

Su Chen pulled himself out of his thoughts, calmly met her gaze, and nodded, his voice peaceful: "Su Chen."

After the simple introduction, Wang Dong's beautiful eyes swept over Su Chen once more. She then raised a finger to point at the dormitory, and the words she spoke bore a startling similarity to a scene from the original story in Su Chen's memory:

"Seeing as you're reasonably handsome and you're my roommate, I'll allow you to stay here with me for the time being." Wang Dong's tone carried a sense of natural condescension, as if agreeing to let Su Chen live here were a grand favor.

She extended her slender, fair fingers and began to list her demands one by one, her powder-blue eyes flashing with unquestionable authority:

"However, I have a few rules. You must remember them and strictly abide by them."

"First, you are not allowed to bring people into the dormitory at will, especially those messy, insignificant types. This is a place for us to cultivate and rest; it needs to be quiet."

"Second, pay attention to your personal hygiene and image. You are not allowed to walk around the dormitory naked; it's annoying." As she said this, the tips of her ears seemed to turn slightly red, but her tone remained firm.

"Third, no snoring while sleeping at night. If you disturb my rest and affect my cultivation state the next day, I won't stand for it."

"Fourth, do not disturb me when I am cultivating or busy."

She paused, a flash of craftiness and mischievous amusement crossing her powder-blue eyes, and continued:

"Fifth, and this is the most important point—"

She pointed at the clean floor and the desk: "From now on, you are responsible for the dormitory's cleanliness. Of course," she emphasized, pointing at her own tidy bed and exquisite suitcase, "you don't need to touch my bed or my personal belongings; I will handle those myself."

Having finished, she lifted her chin slightly and looked at Su Chen, her expression as if to say: "Well? My rules are very reasonable, aren't they? Hurry up and be grateful!"

Su Chen watched her quietly. There was not a hint of offense or anger on his face; instead, a trace of realization and a very faint smile flickered deep in his eyes.

As expected, he thought to himself.

This arrogant, self-centered, slightly bossy, and somewhat childish "three-chapter pact" was almost identical to how Wang Dong had first met Huo Yuhao in the original story. This young miss's style really hadn't changed... not one bit.

But he, Su Chen, was not the Huo Yuhao from the early stages of the original story who would accommodate Wang Dong in every way, even showing tendencies of a "simp." He had his own pride and capital, and he was well aware of the potential future opposition between himself and this "Daughter of the God King" and her father. From the very beginning, he had no intention of indulging her temper.

Therefore, after hearing Wang Dong's five "rules," Su Chen did not agree or argue as she had expected. Instead, he nodded slightly and said in a flat, almost scrutinizing tone:

"The rules sound fine."

Just as a hint of "you know what's good for you" triumph flashed in Wang Dong's powder-blue eyes, she heard Su Chen shift his tone, continuing in that same calm, waveless voice:

"From now on, we shall proceed according to your rules."

"Huh?" Wang Dong froze, subconsciously feeling that this sounded a bit strange, as if something wasn't quite right. Proceed according to my rules? Isn't that a matter of course?

Before she could dwell on it, Su Chen's next sentence made her beautiful eyes widen instantly.

"—If you perform well, I might reluctantly allow you to continue living here with me."

Su Chen's tone was very flat, even carrying a casualness as if he were discussing the weather, but the meaning behind his words hit Wang Dong's forehead like a small hammer.

"Wh-what?!" Wang Dong was stunned, unable to react for a full two seconds. Once she fully understood the meaning—that it wasn't him following her rules, but rather him "allowing" her to follow "his rules" and "bestowing" upon her the privilege of continuing to live here—a sense of unbelievable absurdity and the heat of offended anger surged to the top of her head.

Her exquisite, beautiful face flushed red instantly, and her powder-blue eyes were filled with shock and indignation: "You... what nonsense are you spouting! These are my rules! I am the one allowing you to live here! You..."

"My rules are the rules." Su Chen interrupted her. His voice remained low, yet it carried an unquestionable certainty. He looked at her with calm eyes, as if stating the simplest of facts.

"!!!" Wang Dong was practically exploding with rage. She had grown up being treated like a star in the Clear Sky Sect, and even after sneaking out to see the world, she had never encountered someone so... so annoying, so arrogant, and so unreasonable!

And yet, this person possessed a handsome face that made it impossible to stay angry—no, wait, it made it even more infuriating!

"Su! Chen!" Wang Dong squeezed these words out from between her teeth, her chest heaving slightly with anger. "You... you are simply impossible! I challenge you!"

She took a sudden step forward, her powder-blue eyes locked onto Su Chen, burning with the flames of defiance: "Between soul masters, strength speaks! If you lose, from this day forward, you must follow my rules completely in this dormitory! No objections allowed!"

Su Chen raised an eyebrow, looking at the beautiful little cat before him who seemed to have had her tail stepped on, claws and teeth bared. The mischievous streak in his heart grew even stronger. He deliberately pondered for a moment, and just as Wang Dong thought he was afraid, he spoke slowly:

"A challenge? Very well."

"However," he paused, his gaze sweeping over her face, which looked even more vivid due to her anger, "what if you lose?"

"I lose?" Wang Dong scoffed with disdain, as if she had heard the greatest joke in the world. She had absolute confidence in her own strength!