I Don't Want to Be the Boss, Trouble! Rabbit Spirit Xiao Wu Arrives!

"Newcomer, if you want to stay in Dormitory Seven, you have to get past me first."

Wang Sheng's mouth curled into a smile, but there was no malice in his eyes. "Beat me, and you're the boss of Dormitory Seven. Lose, and you'll honestly serve as my underling."

Tang San was silent for a moment.

He glanced at Huang Fei behind him, then back at Wang Sheng, and took a step forward.

"Fine, I'll fight you."

Wang Sheng's eyes lit up. With a low growl, he struck first.

His speed was not slow; his fists whistled through the air, carrying a brutal force.

His War Tiger martial soul granted him physique and explosive power far beyond his peers.

If this punch landed on an ordinary person, they would likely be knocked unconscious instantly.

But Tang San was no ordinary person.

He slid his feet, his body drifting away like a falling leaf. Wang Sheng's fist grazed his ear, not even touching a single hair.

Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, a peerless movement technique of the Tang Sect.

Wang Sheng's punch missed, and he was shocked. Before he could even retract his fist, he felt his wrist tighten.

Tang San's hand coiled around his wrist like a snake, the power of Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon erupting instantly.

Wang Sheng lost his balance, his body lurched forward, and after tripping over his own feet, he crashed heavily to the ground.

Clean and efficient, not even two moves.

Wang Sheng lay on the floor, stunned for a long while before he could react.

He raised his head, looking at the boy standing before him who was half a head shorter than himself, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You... what kind of martial art is that?"

Tang San did not answer the question, instead reaching out to pull Wang Sheng up from the ground.

"I concede."

Wang Sheng stood up, rubbing his bruised arm. Far from being angry, he smiled even wider.

"Alright, you're good. I'm convinced."

He patted Tang San on the shoulder and turned to look at the others in the room.

"Brothers, this is our new boss of Dormitory Seven. Come over and call him boss!"

The seven or eight work-study students gathered around, calling out "Boss" and "Hello, Boss" in a flurry of voices, their eyes filled with curiosity and awe as they looked at Tang San.

Tang San was surrounded, his expression somewhat subtle.

He didn't really want to be this "boss." He came here to cultivate and grow stronger, not to be a king of children.

But seeing Wang Sheng's enthusiasm, it didn't seem right to refuse him outright.

He turned his head toward the door.

Huang Fei was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, wearing an expression that suggested he was watching a good show.

"Huang Fei, you be the boss," Tang San said, decisively passing the buck.

Huang Fei waved his hand, his tone perfunctory to the extreme. "I can't, I can't. I can't beat you. You're doing fine, you be the boss."

Tang San: "..."

You haven't even fought, and you're saying you can't?

"I really can't." Huang Fei yawned, looking sincere. "I have no interest in being the boss. Being the boss is so tiring—you have to manage people, stand out, and get into fights. You know me, I'd rather lie down than sit, and sit rather than stand. The position of boss is better suited for you."

Wang Sheng stood to the side, dumbfounded.

What kind of person is this?

He entered Dormitory Seven and has absolutely no interest in the position of boss?

The other work-study students looked at each other, their gazes toward Huang Fei like they were observing a rare species.

Tang San opened his mouth, wanting to say something else, but seeing Huang Fei's "my mind is made up, say another word and I'll go sleep at the door" expression, he swallowed his words.

"Fine," Tang San sighed. "Then I'll... be the boss for a while."

Wang Sheng was so happy he nearly jumped, pulling Tang San toward the inside of the room while incessantly asking questions like "How did you do that move just now?" "What is your martial soul?" and "How old are you?"

Huang Fei followed behind, sauntering into Dormitory Seven.

Dormitory Seven was larger than he had imagined. It was a large communal room with a row of wooden beds against the wall, the quilts folded neatly.

The windows were small, the light was somewhat dim, and the air was filled with a damp scent.

The conditions weren't great, but they were still better than the dilapidated house in Holy Soul Village.

At least the bed boards weren't that hard.

Huang Fei picked a bed in the corner and tossed his bundle onto it, claiming his spot.

Tang San was pulled by Wang Sheng to sit on a bed in the center, surrounded by work-study students who were all introducing themselves at once.

"Boss, my name is Liu Long, and my Martial Soul is a willow tree."

"I'm Ling Yun, my Martial Soul is a rock—the hardest kind there is!"

"My name is..."

Huang Fei didn't pay much attention to these names; they weren't important characters anyway. He sat cross-legged on the bed, leaned against the wall, half-closed his eyes, and began to "standby."

Tang San dealt with the enthusiasm of these new "underlings" for a while before finally finding a chance to slip away, walking over to sit down next to Huang Fei.

"Why are you really not taking it?"

"I really can give it to you; I'm not interested in being the boss."

"I'm here to study and cultivate."

Tang San lowered his voice to ask.

Huang Fei opened one eye, glanced at him, and closed it again.

"I said, I don't want to be it."

"But..."

"San," Huang Fei interrupted him, his tone lazy. "Let me ask you a question. What's the benefit of being the boss?"

Tang San thought for a moment. "...You get to boss people around?"

"Is bossing people around tiring?"

"...It is."

"Then there you go."

"My greatest pursuit in this life is to neither boss people around nor be bossed around by others. Being the boss? That's your destiny, not mine."

Huang Fei rested his hands behind his head, finding a more comfortable position against the wall.

Tang San was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

He remembered back in Holy Soul Village when the children played war games.

Everyone wanted to be the general, but only Huang Fei volunteered to be the soldier lying on the ground playing dead.

At the time, he thought Huang Fei was foolish, but thinking back on it now, this guy had been clear-headed since he was a child.

"Fine, then I'll be the boss."

Tang San stopped declining, his tone becoming a bit more serious. "But if there's a fight, you have to help me."

Huang Fei opened his eyes and looked at Tang San.

"Don't worry, if you get into a fight, I'll definitely help you."

He paused, then added, "Though it's best not to fight; fighting is so tiring."

Tang San: "..."

He took a deep breath, telling himself not to get angry.

Just then, the door to Dormitory Seven was pushed open again.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

Standing in the doorway was a little girl with a ponytail.

She looked about the same age as Huang Fei, around six years old, wearing a pink outfit.

Her skin was so fair it seemed to glow, and her eyes were large, bright, and full of spirit.

She stood at the door with her back straight, her ponytail swaying behind her.

"Is this Dormitory Seven?"

Her voice was as crisp as a mountain spring, carrying a hint of a childish lisp, yet her tone was bold and confident, showing no signs of shyness.

She scanned the people in the room, her gaze finally landing on Tang San, who was surrounded in the middle. She tilted her head, seemingly sizing up the boy who looked like the "leader."

Then she lifted her chin, curled her lips, and announced loudly:

"Hello everyone, my name is Xiao Wu, Wu as in dance!"

The room went quiet for a moment.

Huang Fei leaned in the corner, eyes half-closed, the corners of his mouth curling into an imperceptible arc.

She's here.

Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, Soft Bone Rabbit, the future...

Forget it, future matters can wait.

Regardless of who shows up, Huang Fei's philosophy remains the same.

Just lie down, and it's all over.