Yu Xiaogang! Dean Wang!

In his eyes, a faint, illusory shadow emerged from the body of the little girl in the pink outfit with a ponytail.

A pink rabbit.

Furry, with long ears, curled into a ball like a piece of pink cotton candy.

Very cute.

The corner of Huang Fei's mouth twitched slightly.

It really was a rabbit.

He didn't look any further, withdrew his Purple Demon Eye, and closed his eyes again.

His goal had been achieved.

Confirming the identity of Xiao Wu, nothing more.

As for exposing her?

That would be something only someone with too much time on their hands would do.

The rabbit spirit had gone through so much trouble to transform into a human and come out to attend school; why would he go and expose her?

For the sake of having one less roommate?

Besides, what did this have to do with him?

He only needed to lie down.

The battle outside was still continuing.

In the end, after Xiao Wu "hit" Tang San's shoulder with a beautiful side kick, Tang San took the opportunity to fall backward, striking a "knocked back" pose.

"I lost."

Tang San climbed up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and spoke in a crisp, decisive tone, "You won, the boss position is yours."

Xiao Wu retracted her leg and blinked, seeming somewhat unsatisfied.

"Are you... really defeated? Why do I feel like you haven't even used your full strength?"

"I used it, I used it." Tang San wore a sincere expression, "You are too strong, I couldn't beat you."

Wang Sheng watched from the side, dumbfounded.

He had been taken down by Tang San in just two moves earlier, yet now Tang San had actually lost to this little girl?

Was this little girl too strong, or was Tang San throwing the fight?

He couldn't say for sure, but he felt something was off.

However, rules were rules.

Wang Sheng cleared his throat and announced, "According to the rules of Dormitory Seven, the newcomer has successfully challenged the boss, so from now on, the boss of Dormitory Seven is—"

He pointed at Xiao Wu.

"Xiao Wu!"

The work-study students in the room were stunned for a moment before they began to applaud.

Although this result was beyond everyone's expectations, rules were rules.

Whoever won the fight was the boss; it was simple, brutal, and undisputed.

Xiao Wu put her hands on her hips, lifted her chin high, and her ponytail swayed triumphantly behind her.

"Great! I became the boss as soon as I arrived!"

She smiled until her eyes curved, revealing two little fangs, looking no different from an ordinary little girl.

Tang San stood to the side, watching Xiao Wu's triumphant appearance, and the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

He didn't know why, but seeing her happy made him inexplicably happy as well.

On the bed in the corner, Huang Fei turned over and pulled the quilt up.

Outside the covers were the triumphant laughter of the new boss and the chatter of the surrounding work-study students.

Inside the covers was Huang Fei's satisfied sigh.

Today was another day of winning by lying down.

Yu Xiaogang pushed open the office door and placed the notebook tucked under his arm onto the desk.

The room was very quiet, and the afterglow of the setting sun slanted in through the window, spreading a layer of warm golden light across the desktop.

He habitually organized the files on the table, filed the documents, and returned the pen and ink to their places; everything was in perfect order.

This was his habit.

No matter how long he was gone, the first thing he did upon returning was to tidy everything up.

He picked up his teacup, found that the water had already gone cold, and set it back down.

Today was the day of the academy's enrollment.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly remembered something and tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop.

When he returned today, the two children he encountered at the entrance of the dormitory area, judging by their age, should be the new students reporting today.

That boy walking in front with steady strides, and the one behind him...

Yu Xiaogang frowned, recalling the scene carefully.

He hadn't looked at the child in the back very closely.

In his impression, it was a younger boy who walked with a casual gait, looking around here and there; he didn't look like much of a promising talent.

But he had taken an extra look at the boy in front.

That boy's pace was steady, his breathing even and rhythmic, eyes fixed forward, neither servile nor overbearing.

That temperament was not something a six-year-old should possess; it looked more like the result of long-term training.

Yu Xiaogang stood up, picked up the notebook on the table, and strode out of the office.

He was going to check Wang Shoucheng's office.

The dean of Notting Academy, whose full name was Wang Shoucheng, was one of the few friends Yu Xiaogang had.

It was a twist of fate; back when Yu Xiaogang was kicked out of the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Clan and wandered the world, it was Dean Wang who took him in, gave him a room to stay in, and a leisurely job to do.

Ignoring the gossip of dozens of teachers and hundreds of students in the academy, he had insisted on letting him stay there for several years.

Externally, Dean Wang's explanation was, "Mr. Yu Xiaogang is hired as a guest researcher for the academy, engaged in the study of martial soul theory."

Internally, everyone knew that Yu Xiaogang was just a freeloader.

A piece of trash who couldn't even break through level thirty, why should he eat and live for free in the academy?

But Dean Wang didn't care.

He valued the things inside Yu Xiaogang's head.

Those theories about martial souls, although they sounded absurd, always had some logic to them when pondered carefully.

Yu Xiaogang was well aware of this and felt grateful to Dean Wang.

It took only a cup of tea's time to walk from the dormitory area to the office building.

Yu Xiaogang crossed the open space in front of the teaching building, passed the row of ginkgo trees by the playground, and soon arrived at the door of the dean's office.

The door wasn't closed tightly, leaving a crack.

He raised his hand and knocked twice.

"Come in."

Dean Wang's deep, resonant voice came from inside.

Yu Xiaogang pushed the door open and entered.

Wang Shoucheng sat behind a large desk; he was in his fifties or sixties, his hair mostly gray, but he was full of vigor, his eyes bright and piercing.

He wore the academy's cyan uniform, with a silver badge symbolizing the dean pinned to his chest.

Seeing that the visitor was Yu Xiaogang, a smile appeared on Dean Wang's face.

"You're back." He put down what he was holding, leaned back in his chair, and spoke in a casual and friendly tone.

"Mm." Yu Xiaogang nodded and sat down on the chair opposite the desk. "The matter is settled, so I came back early."

He paused, looked up at Dean Wang, and tried to keep his tone as casual as possible.

"Same as usual, any good prospects this year?"

Dean Wang chuckled, reached out to pick up two files from the table, and squeezed them in his hand, as if weighing something precious.

"You've come at a truly coincidental time." There was a hint of amusement in his smile. "There really are two quite special prospects this year."

Yu Xiaogang leaned forward slightly, but kept his face calm.

"Oh? What are their martial souls? What is their Innate Soul Power level?"

Dean Wang looked at the two documents in his hand and let out a long sigh.

"Both are Innate Full Soul Power level ten."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened abruptly.

Innate Full Soul Power?

Two of them?

He blurted out, "What?! Innate Full Soul Power level ten?! And there are two?!"

His voice was an octave higher than usual, and even he realized he had lost his composure.

Dean Wang didn't mind, only shook his head, his tone full of regret.

"It's a pity, both of them are Blue Silver Grass martial souls."

He placed the documents on the table and sighed repeatedly.

"What a cruel twist of fate. Tell me, what kind of blind luck is this year having? How can a trash martial soul like Blue Silver Grass produce Innate Full Soul Power? And two of them at once, no less?"

Blue Silver Grass.

When Yu Xiaogang heard those three words, it felt as if something had detonated inside his mind.

Innate Full Soul Power Blue Silver Grass?

His breathing turned ragged in an instant, and he reached out to snatch the two documents from the table, practically tearing them away.