Dormitory Changes, Tang San Makes His Move!

Shrek Academy's freshman dormitory was a sprawling white building.

Its walls bore the mottled marks of age. Towering dawn redwoods had been planted all around it, and the blazing afternoon sunlight pierced through the lush foliage, scattering fragmented patches of light across the bluestone-paved ground.

The area buzzed with voices as freshmen carrying large and small bags moved through the corridors, the clamor unceasing.

Yun Yi walked at the front, his steps unhurried, both hands casually tucked into the pockets of his pale moon-white training trousers.

Huo Yuhao followed close behind, carrying a heavy bedding roll. His gaze roamed around, his eyes filled with a complicated mixture of curiosity and restraint.

The two entered a somewhat dim corridor.

The air was thick with the stale smell of old wooden boards mixed with dust.

Neat rows of wooden doors lined both sides of the corridor, their room numbers painted in eye-catching red.

Huo Yuhao lowered his head and glanced at the iron key in his hand. The number "108" was clearly engraved on it.

Yun Yi tilted his head, sweeping his gaze over the key in Huo Yuhao's hand, then nodded toward a door.

Huo Yuhao immediately understood. A genuinely grateful smile bloomed across his face as he hugged the bedding roll tighter, reached out, and pushed open the door.

The corridor instantly fell quiet.

Yun Yi opened his palm. His own dormitory key lay quietly in it, bearing the number "109."

It was directly across from Huo Yuhao's room.

He had no intention of living in this cramped, narrow dormitory.

Sea God Pavilion was spacious and bright, and the gathered aura of life there surpassed this place a hundredfold.

But upon further thought, it was the first day of school. He should at least familiarize himself with the room and meet his future roommate in name, lest routine dorm inspections by the academic affairs office cause unnecessary trouble later.

The door to Room 109 stood ajar, leaving a gap two fingers wide.

His roommate had clearly already arrived.

They were both boys, so Yun Yi naturally had nothing to avoid.

He raised his right hand, pushed the door open, and strode inside.

The room was rather cramped. Two single beds stood on opposite sides, with an old double desk wedged between them.

Sunlight slanted in through the small window, illuminating every speck of dust dancing in the air.

Directly ahead, someone stood between the beds with their back to the door.

That person held a clean white Shrek Academy uniform shirt and was pulling it over their head.

Their originally loose outer coat had been taken off and set aside, exposing smooth, delicate skin across their back.

Yun Yi's steps instantly froze.

His gaze did not linger on that flawless back. Instead, it locked tightly onto the short hair hanging loose behind that person's head.

It was a striking head of short pink-blue hair.

Under the refracted sunlight, the strands shimmered with an unusual luster.

Pink-blue hair!

Yun Yi's mind went blank for half a second.

Having thoroughly read the original story, he knew all too well who owned that pink-blue hair.

He reacted swiftly, taking a step back and decisively retreating from the room. He pulled the wooden door shut behind him in one smooth motion.

The entire sequence flowed seamlessly, without alerting the person inside.

Yun Yi leaned against the corridor's cold wall, lowered his head, and opened his palm again, staring hard at the number on the key.

109. There was no mistake.

He raised his head, his gaze seeming capable of piercing through the heavy roof of the old dormitory building and reaching the distant, vast God Realm.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled into a mocking smile.

Things were becoming more and more interesting.

According to the established course of fate, Wang Dong, the owner of that pink-blue hair, should have lived in Room 108 and become Huo Yuhao's roommate. From there, the two of them would form a deep bond.

Yet now, through some twist of fate, Wang Dong had been assigned to Room 109 and had become his roommate.

There could be no such coincidence in this world.

The only explanation was that Tang San, the distant Sea God, had already become impatient and made his move across realms.

Yun Yi rapidly sorted through the clues in his mind, piecing together the full sequence of this grand game.

Several years had passed since he awakened his Twin Martial Souls and drew the three great main gods to Sea God Pavilion, where they bestowed divine position imprints upon him.

Tang San held the God Realm's center in his grasp and monitored the movements of the lower realm day and night. There was no way he could have failed to notice that earth-shaking divine miracle.

The Goddess of Light, the Fire God, and the Water God—these three were all immensely influential first-class main gods of the God Realm.

For him alone to receive the favor of three main gods was an unprecedented and enormous variable. It had undoubtedly touched Tang San's extremely control-driven nerves.

Tang San had long been accustomed to keeping the fate of the Douluo Continent firmly within his palm. He would never allow an existence beyond his calculations and control to emerge.

But Tang San faced an exceptionally thorny problem.

He did not dare openly make a move against Yun Yi.

The moment he unleashed divine punishment or used divine power to interfere, he would inevitably trigger those three main god imprints and directly offend the Goddess of Light, the Fire God, and the Water God.

Within the God Realm's tangled web of interests, even as its lofty law enforcer, he did not dare bear the wrath of three deeply established first-class main gods at once.

Since an open attack would not work, he could only resort to underhanded schemes.

He had forcibly reassigned his precious daughter, who was originally meant to be arranged beside Huo Yuhao, the child of fortune, to Yun Yi's side instead.

This "honey trap" was truly executed to perfection—sinister to the extreme.

Tang San's calculations rang loudly in Yun Yi's ears: have Wang Dong appear in male attire and share a room with him, spending every day and night together to build affection.

Once her identity as a girl was exposed in the future, Tang San could naturally bind him, an unparalleled genius destined to stand at the summit of the God Realm, firmly to the Tang Family's war chariot.

Moreover, given Tang San's scheming nature and his willingness to stop at nothing to achieve his goals, Yun Yi had every reason to suspect that the Sea God had even more vicious follow-up moves hidden away.

Huo Yuhao was, after all, the original child of fortune born from this world. Tang San would never abandon him so easily.

Then Wang Dong could rely on her identity as a girl to play both sides at once, keeping ambiguous relationships with both him and Huo Yuhao, intending to sow discord between them and turn two peerless prodigies into bitter enemies who would fight to the death over the woman they loved.

By then, Tang San could sit back and watch coldly as the two exhausted their foundations.

No matter who ultimately won, they would both have to obediently kneel at his feet and call him Father-in-Law.

Yun Yi chuckled.

His smile carried the sharpness and pride of one who could tear apart every scheme.

Tang San's plan was indeed exquisitely crafted, but despite all his calculations, he had miscalculated one most fatal thing.

Yun Yi was not Huo Yuhao, that pitiful nobody who had suffered bullying since childhood and would devote himself utterly to anyone who offered him even a shred of warmth.

He, Yun Yi, was utterly disgusted by this sort of romance steeped in the foul schemes of gods. Nor was he some love-struck fool who would forget all else at the sight of beauty and allow others to seize his weakness at will.

You want to use your daughter to trap me?

Yun Yi straightened up and leisurely adjusted his collar with his long fingers.

Since you, Tang San, had taken the initiative to send this most valuable chess piece right to my door, then I would play this life-and-death game spanning the mortal and divine realms with you to the very end.

As for whether you, Tang San, would lose both your daughter and your army, or whether I, Yun Yi, would sink into the mire, we would settle it with our own methods.

Having sorted through every thread of the matter, Yun Yi's eyes turned sharp as blades.

He turned around and unceremoniously pushed open the door to Room 109 once more.