What Sins Did I, Wang Dong, Commit in My Past Life?

But on second thought, Su Chen didn't seem to have any reason to lie to her about something like this.

Su Chen looked at Wang Dong's small face, which was filled with a mix of shock, deep suspicion, and defiance, and suddenly chuckled. "Have you ever thought that perhaps it's not that I'm too strong..."

He paused, and under Wang Dong's expectant gaze, he slowly finished the second half of his sentence: "...but that you are too weak?"

Wang Dong: "..."

Silence was the Cambridge of this evening.

Wang Dong felt her blood pressure spike instantly, her fists clenching tighter and tighter. She stared at Su Chen's impeccably handsome face, roaring wildly in her heart:

You clearly look so handsome! This face is simply the most perfect masterpiece of the heavens! Your temperament is so unique, too!

But this mouth of yours... can you say a little less of these hurtful, brutal truths? If you just said a little less, you would absolutely be a perfect, incredibly popular boy!

After all, objectively speaking, setting aside his terrible personality and sharp tongue, Su Chen's first impression on her was actually quite favorable.

From the time she was a child until now, this was the first time she had met a peer of the opposite sex who made her feel such a slight "threat" in terms of looks.

It was just this mouth... it was so infuriating! Every sentence could precisely poke at her sore spots!

"Grumble..." Her stomach let out another protest, interrupting the intense internal rant. She decided to ignore this annoying guy for now; filling her stomach was the priority. Only by keeping her energy up could she take revenge in the future!

She stopped paying attention to Su Chen, walked to the desk in a huff, picked up the meal that had already gone slightly cold, and began to eat in large bites, ignoring her image. The taste was actually quite good; the standard of the Shrek cafeteria was still top-tier.

After finishing, Wang Dong crumpled the bag and tossed it into the trash can. She immediately stood up, didn't even glance at Su Chen, and walked straight to her bed. She kicked off her shoes, pulled back the quilt, climbed in angrily, and covered her head with the blanket.

She decided that if she spoke another word to Su Chen today, she was a puppy!

"Sleeping so early?" Su Chen's voice came from across the room, his tone tinged with curiosity.

"..." Wang Dong held her breath under the covers, remaining silent and pretending she was already asleep.

Su Chen didn't seem to intend to let her go, continuing to ask, "By the way, didn't you swear you would beat me? What's wrong? Only one day in, and you're giving up? Ready to lie flat and admit defeat?"

"..." Wang Dong almost jumped out of bed, but ultimately forced herself to endure it, biting down hard on the corner of the quilt. Don't fall for his trap! Don't respond to him! He's doing this on purpose!

From the outside, the tightly wrapped bundle of quilt was trembling at a high frequency, signaling just how annoyed and stifled its owner was at this moment.

Ah!!! How can there be such an annoying, boring, childish, and sharp-tongued boy!!!

What kind of sin did I, Wang Dong, commit in my past life, or how much money did I owe this guy that I didn't pay back, for me to end up with such a "top-tier" roommate in this life!

I must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes!!!

Su Chen watched the "quilt mountain" across from him that kept shaking and radiating deep resentment. He finally couldn't help but let out a low laugh, shook his head, and stopped teasing her. He sat back down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and continued his grand undertaking of cultivation.

The third day, early morning.

The sky was barely bright, and Dormitory 108 remained tranquil. Wang Dong woke up groggily from her sleep, her powder-blue long hair spread out on the pillow like silk. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and subconsciously looked at the opposite bed.

Su Chen was already sitting there, his back straight, eyes slightly closed, his body surrounded by a nearly invisible pale golden halo. Clearly, he had been cultivating for quite some time. The morning light filtered through the gaps in the curtains, falling onto his sharp-featured profile and outlining a focused and calm silhouette.

Wang Dong stared for a few seconds, unable to help but mutter to herself: Does this guy... really not need to sleep? Every time I wake up, he's cultivating... he's truly a monster.

However, after spending these two days together, she had gotten slightly used to Su Chen's near-masochistic cultivation rhythm. Although she still found it incredible—he clearly didn't look much older than her, so how could he have such discipline?

"Hey," Wang Dong cleared her throat, her voice still raspy from just waking up. "Su Chen, classes officially start today. Are you still sitting there cultivating? Not going to eat breakfast? Don't be late later."

Hearing Wang Dong's voice, Su Chen slowly opened his eyes, a flash of golden light passing through his pupils. He looked at Wang Dong, his expression calm. "Got it."

Although in these short two or three days, the two had had several "conflicts" of varying sizes due to dormitory rules, daily trifles, and even verbal sparring, somehow, this confrontational way of getting along had established a rather peculiar, subtle relationship between them that sat somewhere between "enemies" and "friends."

At the very least, Wang Dong could now speak to Su Chen naturally—even if it was mostly to complain or provoke him.

Su Chen got up and washed up briefly. His movements were efficient, and he was soon ready, changing into that white freshman uniform. The simple style looked exceptionally tall and refreshing on him.

"Eating?" Su Chen looked at Wang Dong, who was still dawdling, and asked casually, "Together?"

"Fine." Wang Dong nodded, her movements quickening. She also finished washing up quickly, put on her uniform, smoothed out her powder-blue short hair, and followed behind Su Chen.

The two walked out of the dormitory building one after the other. The morning air carried a chill but was very fresh. There were already many freshmen walking toward the cafeteria, and seeing the overly eye-catching combination of Su Chen and Wang Dong, they still cast all sorts of gazes their way.

Su Chen had long since grown accustomed to it and looked straight ahead. Wang Dong, however, lifted her chin slightly with a habitual pride, accepting those gazes with composure—of course, if the gazes carried the implication of the day before, like "he's the one who got taken out in one move," she would immediately glare back.

The two soon arrived at the freshman cafeteria. The entrance was still bustling with crowds, and the aroma was mouth-watering.

Su Chen naturally started to walk inside, but his footsteps suddenly paused—he noticed Wang Dong hadn't followed. Instead, she had stopped in front of a bulletin board to the side of the cafeteria entrance, looking up at a notice posted there, lost in thought, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

Su Chen walked back, puzzled.

Wang Dong extended a fair finger, pointed at the notice, and then turned her head, her powder-blue eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment as she looked at Su Chen. "It says here in black and white that meals are absolutely not allowed to be taken out of the cafeteria... How did you bring the food back yesterday?"

She remembered very clearly that when she woke up yesterday evening, the food Su Chen brought her was already packed to go.

Su Chen glanced at the notice in the direction of her finger. There was no nervousness or embarrassment on his face from being "caught." Instead, he looked calm, even wearing an expression of "why is this even a question" as if it were a matter of course.

"Oh, that," Su Chen said in a flat, even somewhat indifferent tone, "you don't need to pay attention to it."