I'm Really Impressed by You, Old Six

"What a cultivation maniac..." she couldn't help but mutter in a tiny voice, rubbing her eyes. Just then, her stomach let out a distinct "growl," the intense hunger reminding her that she had likely been asleep for a long time.

She tiptoed out from under the covers, preparing to get out of bed and find something to eat. As she turned, her gaze fell upon the food on the desk.

Wang Dong wasn't stupid; she naturally guessed that Su Chen had brought it for her. There were only the two of them in the dormitory; besides that annoying guy, who else could it be?

She froze for a moment, looking at the food that still held a hint of warmth, and a complex emotion welled up in her heart. It was a bit of surprise, a bit of awkwardness, and a trace of... an extremely faint warmth that she herself was unwilling to probe further.

She hadn't expected that this annoying guy—with his terrible personality, sharp tongue, and tendency to bully others with his strength—could be so... thoughtful at times?

Just then, Su Chen finished his cultivation and slowly opened his eyes, his gaze landing calmly on the dazed Wang Dong.

"Awake?" he asked, his voice carrying the slight chill that follows cultivation.

"..." Wang Dong was startled by his sudden voice, her body stiffening slightly. Subconsciously avoiding his gaze, she lowered her head to stare at her toes, her voice as thin as a mosquito's. "Yeah."

After a pause, as if gathering all her courage, she quickly added two words. Her voice remained small, but it was clear enough: "...Thanks."

This "thanks" naturally referred to the meal.

Su Chen watched her awkward demeanor—wanting to look at him but feeling too embarrassed, as if saying thank you was a great "humiliation"—and a flicker of imperceptible amusement crossed his eyes.

"Alright," Su Chen said, getting off the bed and walking to the center of the room, looking at Wang Dong with composure. "Since you're awake, there are some serious matters we need to clear up."

Alarm bells rang in Wang Dong's heart; she had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, Su Chen held up a finger, his tone flat yet beyond reproach: "First, from now on, you are responsible for the dormitory's cleaning."

"What?!" Wang Dong immediately refused, her powder-blue eyes widening as she angrily demanded, "Why should I be the only one doing it? Shouldn't we take turns?!"

Su Chen looked at her puffed-up face and slowly spat out two words: "I won."

Wang Dong: "...?"

"According to our bet, you lost, so you have to listen to me," Su Chen added, his tone matter-of-fact. "Therefore, the cleaning is yours. It's perfectly reasonable."

Wang Dong: "..." She was instantly rendered speechless, like a little swan whose neck had been pinched.

Yesterday's fight... she had indeed lost, and lost thoroughly. So, was this her... shooting herself in the foot? The challenge she proposed, the bet she accepted, had now become the leverage he used to control her?

"Then... then how is this any different from a forced demand?!" Wang Dong looked at him with resentment, her face full of defiance and frustration, her small features scrunched up.

"No difference," Su Chen replied crisply, even nodding. "I'm just telling you in advance what you need to do in this dormitory from now on."

Wang Dong: "!!!"

So infuriating! And yet, she couldn't beat him! This feeling of being incredibly angry but completely helpless made her want to scream.

Yesterday, she had acted entirely on impulse, thinking Su Chen was just an ordinary new student who was a bit handsome and had a bit of style, but whose strength was surely inferior to hers. She had thought she could easily handle him and establish her status as the "dormitory boss." As it turned out... she had brought this entirely upon herself!

Watching Wang Dong's frustrated expression—teeth gritted but forced to accept her fate—Su Chen's eyes grew more amused as he held up a second finger.

"Second, you can bring people back to the dorm, but there is a restriction."

Wang Dong was still reeling from the first point, but hearing this, she subconsciously looked up and asked, "What restriction?"

Su Chen looked at her and said clearly, word for word: "They cannot be men."

"Huh?" Wang Dong blinked, her powder-blue eyes full of confusion and bewilderment. "Why... is that?"

This request was just too strange, wasn't it? Distinguishing by gender when bringing friends to the dorm?

Meeting her puzzled gaze, Su Chen answered directly and calmly, even with a hint of self-righteousness: "Because I like women and have zero interest in guys. Therefore, I don't want to see any other males in the dorm."

Wang Dong: "..."

Because I like women...

What kind of ridiculous reason is that! Does he have to be so willful? So direct? So... unconventional!

This rule was based entirely on his own preferences and personality! Is there no justice left? Is there no law? Is this dormitory for two people, or just for him?!

Watching the expressions on Wang Dong's pretty face shift rapidly—from confusion to shock, then to speechlessness and indignation, finally settling into a complex look that said, "I really give up on you, you weirdo"—Su Chen finally couldn't help it, a clear, teasing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Not convinced?" he asked with composure, then offered a simple, brutal solution. "That's fine. As long as you can beat me, you can set the rules for this dorm from now on, and I'll listen to you."

"Hmph!" Wang Dong huffed angrily, her small fists clenched tight like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "Don't get cocky! I... I will definitely beat you in the future!"

One failure didn't mean anything! She, Wang Dong, was a genius! She was the little princess of the Clear Sky Sect! She believed in her own talent, which was second to none!

This temporary humiliation was for the sake of a future rise! She swore that she would work hard at her cultivation, and one day, she would trample Su Chen under her feet... no, she would make him submit to her and show him who was boss!

"Then good luck," Su Chen shrugged nonchalantly, his tone as light as if he were saying the weather was nice, even twisting the knife further. "Though, in my opinion, you'll never be able to beat me."

"You--!" Wang Dong was choked for words, her chest heaving violently, making the curves beneath her school uniform more apparent. She took a few deep breaths, forcing down the urge to punch him, when she suddenly remembered a key question.

"Su Chen," she stared at him, her powder-blue eyes full of inquiry and defiance. "Just how strong are you? Yesterday... why couldn't I withstand even a single move from you? What level is your soul power exactly?"

Su Chen glanced at her and spat out three words: "Soul Grand Master."

"What?!" Wang Dong was truly shocked this time, her eyes wide as saucers. "A Soul Grand Master too?! You... you aren't lying to me?"

She was a level 23 Soul Grand Master, and her second soul ring was a thousand-year one! Among those of the same level, she was confident she was absolutely top-tier! But Su Chen was also a Soul Grand Master? Then what level was he exactly? 25? 26? Even if he were a few levels higher, it shouldn't have been enough to make her lose so miserably, right?