As Expected! Tang Wulin is Safer if He Cuts.

Lin An remained silent for a few seconds.

He lowered his head, took out his soul communicator, and swiped his fingertips across the screen.

Then, he raised his face and read from the screen with a serious expression.

"Your esteemed academy has a long history, profound heritage, and abundant teaching resources, having consistently provided the Federation and society with countless qualified talents. I have always—"

"Enough."

Wu Zhangkong slammed a palm onto the table.

The teacup jumped violently, and tea splashed out.

"Spare me the pleasantries."

Long Hengxu's eyelids twitched; he hurriedly reached out to steady the cup, forcing an awkward smile onto his face.

Wu Zhangkong did not look at him.

Those eyes, as cold as a frozen lake, were pinned directly onto Lin An.

"Full marks in every subject, designing a one-word battle armor at ten years old."

"A genius like you, choosing to come to East Sea instead of going to Shrek—are you here to do charity work?"

The air stagnated.

Cold sweat began to bead on Long Hengxu's back.

Lin An raised his eyes, his expression unchanging.

"I came for Teacher Wu."

When he said this, his expression was excessively earnest.

"I admire your upright and unyielding character. Even when breaking ties with your mentor of many years, you did not yield to the corrupt and dark Federation."

Wu Zhangkong froze for a moment.

He stared at Lin An for several seconds.

Only then did he let out a cold snort and withdraw his hand.

"Fine, the interview is passed."

He turned and walked toward the door.

"Come to Class Five. I am the only one who can teach you."

Reaching the doorway, he paused and glanced back to drop one final sentence.

"But don't expect special treatment. I have plenty of ways to deal with second-generation brats like you."

The sound of footsteps faded into the distance.

Lin An watched the direction he disappeared in, his face expressionless.

Only one thought crossed his mind.

Does this guy have a grudge against the wealthy?

This was the first time he had encountered someone completely indifferent to his appearance.

He even suspected that Wu Zhangkong might have been neutered.

"Um... Student Lin An?"

Long Hengxu had opened his eyes at some point.

The smile was back on his face, making him look as amiable as a neighborly uncle.

"Teacher Wu just has that kind of temper; please don't take it to heart."

He rubbed his hands together, lowering his voice.

"But in terms of teaching ability, he is truly the best in our academy."

He held up a thumb.

Lin An nodded, his face revealing neither joy nor anger.

He had not come to East Sea to learn things.

He had come to acquire traits.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see your dormitory. All the paperwork is settled."

Long Hengxu personally picked up Lin An's suitcase, his smile tinged with cautious flattery.

The two walked out of the academic affairs office one after the other.

Several students passed by in the hallway; seeing the dean personally carrying a suitcase, they all widened their eyes.

Once they saw Lin An's face, everyone's footsteps faltered.

That face was so exquisite it didn't seem real, with skin so pale it was nearly translucent and a sense of cold detachment between his brows.

It was as if he had stepped right out of a painting.

Long Hengxu led Lin An across the playground, bypassed the teaching building, and headed straight toward the dormitory area.

Although he claimed there was "no special treatment," the school wouldn't dare let this young master squeeze into a four-person room.

If anything went wrong—

His own head couldn't bear the consequences.

A legal notice from Universal Group would make even the Federal Ministry of Education tremble.

The dormitory building was a six-story structure with pale yellow exterior paint, appearing reasonably tidy.

Usually at this hour, the hallways would be in an uproar.

Students singing, roughhousing, or visiting each other—it would be as chaotic as a wet market.

But today, the entire building was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All the students had been warned in advance.

Anyone who dared to embarrass themselves in front of this ancestor would face the consequences alone.

At this moment, the hallways were packed with heads peeking out from both sides.

Dozens of eyes stared fixedly at the stairwell, a mix of curiosity, surprise, jealousy, and dissatisfaction all intertwined.

"Who is that? Such a big shot, being escorted by the director himself?"

"A new junior student? She's so pretty..."

"Let's take photos to sell; we'd definitely make a profit."

Someone quietly raised their soul guidance device.

The moment the lens aimed at Lin An, someone beside him immediately slapped his hand away.

"Are you crazy? If you want to die, don't drag us down with you."

"Look at those clothes—a concept design from Universal Heavy Industry, not even in mass production yet. A single pair of shoes costs more than your family's living expenses for three years."

"And that communicator... the latest model. You can't buy it just with money; you need connections."

"If you really take that photo, watch out for fines that will bankrupt you."

The lens was knocked away, and the person, unwilling to give up, stole another glance.

Then, he instantly wilted.

In this world, money is king.

No money? Then you deserve to die.

A single white spirit soul is priced at 70,000 federal coins, while a yellow spirit soul skyrockets to a million.

As for high-level purple or black soul rings, ordinary people might not even touch one in their entire lives.

"Student Lin An, this is your dormitory."

Long Hengxu pushed the door open and stepped aside to let Lin An enter first.

Fifteen square meters, one living room, two bedrooms, and one bathroom, with a ceiling height of six meters.

This specification was already the top tier at East Sea Academy.

The dormitory area also included a laundry room, cleaning services, and an exclusive practice room, all free of charge.

Lin An looked around and nodded.

Long Hengxu rambled on for a few more sentences before tactfully retreating and closing the door behind him.

Just as Lin An opened his suitcase, a sound of heavy, labored breathing came from the doorway.

He turned to look.

Tang Wulin was carrying a stack of bedding half his height, his face completely obscured, with only his eyes visible.

His school uniform was newly issued, wrinkled and unpressed, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing two sturdy forearms.

"The... the teacher asked me to bring these for you."

Tang Wulin's voice came out muffled from behind the bedding.

He set the items down and scratched his head, his eyes not knowing where to look.

"We meet again." Lin An smiled slightly.

Tang Wulin's brain short-circuited instantly.

He has such a beautiful smile.

Tang Wulin's face flushed red, his hands not knowing where to put themselves, so he could only lower his head and pretend to tidy the bedding.

"Just put them there." Lin An pointed to the corner.

"Oh, oh..."

Tang Wulin set the things down and stood where he was, rooted to the spot like a wooden post.

Lin An walked over to his side, his gaze falling upon him as he looked him up and down.

His gaze swept over the brilliant golden [Dragon God Bloodline: Gold Lv1] hovering above his head.

Forget it, no need to rush.

There is plenty of time.

"Drop the stuff and get out."

Long Hengxu's voice suddenly came from the doorway.

He hadn't left yet; he stood by the door frame, his eyes scanning Tang Wulin with a critical gaze.

He remembered this student—he had started a fight the moment he enrolled, causing quite a stir.

A country bumpkin, and he dared to cozy up to Lin An?

"Then... Lin An, I'll be going now."

Tang Wulin lowered his head, walked to the door, and then stopped, turning back.

"I live right downstairs, in 205. Call me if you need anything."

His eyes were bright as he said this, as if he had gathered all his courage.

Lin An rolled his eyes at him and didn't respond.

The kid was so attentive it made him feel uneasy.

Thinking of the cursed description of the [Wife of the Dragon God] entry, a chill ran down Lin An's spine.

As expected! It would be safer to just castrate this Tang Wulin.

Once both of them had left, the door finally closed.

The dormitory fell into silence.

Lin An sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

He circulated his soul power.

Two purple soul rings emerged from his body, rotating and rising.

In an instant, seven-colored radiance rippled outward like water, enveloping the entire dormitory.