Roommates

At this moment, in the Academic Affairs Office.

Du Weilun, as the director of the Outer Court's Martial Soul Department, was currently discussing matters with a staff member from the office, unable to hide his delight.

"There are so many little geniuses this year. Look here: Chen Zifeng, Martial Soul Soul-Chasing Sword; Gongyang Mo, Martial Soul Rainbow Dragon; and this one, Dai Yueheng, Martial Soul Evil-Eyed White Tiger—you can tell at a glance he's from the White Tiger Duke Mansion. They all have innate full soul power, hahahahaha...!"

A middle-aged man in the office narrowed his eyes, looking with some surprise toward a white speck in the distant sky.

"Old Du, Old Du, hold on a second. Look, is someone flying over there?"

"Eh, it really is. How daring! Which student would dare to fly around inside Shrek Academy? Just watch me discipline him!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Elder Xuan landed with a thud in front of the two of them, carrying a boy with orange hair.

"Who are you going to discipline?"

Du Weilun's mouth twitched twice as he hurriedly stammered, "Eld... Elder Xuan?!"

"What is this?" He pointed to the boy lying on the ground, seeing stars.

"Oh, him? He's my disciple. From now on, he's a member of Shrek."

"Du Weilun, register him. I have things to attend to in a moment."

"Oh, oh... alright. But we have to test some basic things. Is he really going to be okay like this?"

Before Elder Xuan could say anything, Yue Ling performed a kip-up and stood up, as if nothing had happened.

"Of course, my body is in excellent shape. I'm perfectly fine!"

"Alright, I'm leaving. I'm afraid the food in the pot will burn if I wait any longer!"

"Teacher, you still remember there's food in the pot?"

Elder Xuan was preoccupied with eating and turned to leave, leaving Yue Ling standing there in a daze.

He felt a surge of frustration.

"What a gluttonous old man!"

"Hmph, you brat, don't you talk back to me!"

The voice came from the sky, making Yue Ling's mouth twitch.

The three of them watched Elder Xuan until his figure disappeared before they finally snapped back to reality.

"Um, young man, although you are Elder Xuan's disciple, some things still have to be done according to the rules..."

"I understand, I understand!" Yue Ling nodded in realization.

Seeing this, Du Weilun breathed a sigh of relief and adjusted his glasses.

"Name?"

"Yue Ling."

He checked Yue Ling's bone age.

"Twelve years old, hmm."

"Martial Soul, please release it."

Yue Ling felt a surge within him, and suddenly, a massive spray of deep purple petal shadows exploded around him. The enormous floral phantom expanded behind him, obscuring half the view, while a rich, vegetative pressure swept through the surroundings. Beneath his feet, one yellow and two purple soul rings were clearly revealed.

Du Weilun pushed up his glasses, his eyes filled with gravity.

"Purple? A thousand-year second ring! Hiss... such a dense aura of vegetation..." He looked at the small chrysanthemums that had sprouted from thin air on the ground, and his heart skipped a beat.

He was truly worthy of being Elder Xuan's disciple; he was indeed a dragon among men.

"Golden-gilded flower body, deep purple interior—could this be..."

The middle-aged man beside him had his mouth wide open, contemplating the possibility.

"Could this be... the Wonder-Silk Heavenly Chrysanthemum? How could someone have a celestial-grade medicinal herb as their Martial Soul?"

"You know of it?" Du Weilun stroked his chin.

"Of course. Legend has it that the War God Dai Mubai consumed a Wonder-Silk Heavenly Chrysanthemum, an immortal herb, and gained an indestructible body!"

"The War God? You mean the War God who ascended ten thousand years ago alongside Tang Ren, the Sea God who founded Shrek Academy?!"

"Yes!" He nodded vigorously, his eyes full of disbelief.

"As a celestial-grade plant Martial Soul, it is simply a disaster for anyone else who possesses a plant Martial Soul."

"Suppression by a superior... the academy has really found a treasure this year. No, Elder Xuan has really found a treasure!"

Du Weilun's eyes sparkled.

A promotion and a raise were no longer just dreams...!

"Ahem, Yue Ling, is it? May I ask, did your teacher suggest you study in the Soul Guidance Department or the Martial Soul Department in the future?"

Du Weilun rubbed his hands together as if he had found a peerless treasure.

Yue Ling didn't even hesitate: "The Martial Soul Department, of course!"

"Good, good!"

After receiving the confirmation, Du Weilun took a set of white school uniforms from his soul guidance device and handed them to Yue Ling.

"This is your uniform. You must keep it safe. Also, here is your identification token. Your dormitory location is on it, so don't lose it..."

Du Weilun rambled on about a bunch of things, afraid that the boy wouldn't remember.

Yue Ling knew the teacher meant well, so he patiently listened.

Watching the boy's obedient demeanor, Du Weilun's eyes were full of approval.

Neither humble nor arrogant, no spoiled pride, perfect temperament—what a great seedling... it's a pity he already has a teacher, sigh.

"Alright, Yue Ling, there is a bulletin board not far from the freshman dormitory. Your class assignment is there. Don't forget to attend class tomorrow."

Yue Ling nodded, "Thank you, teacher. Goodbye, teacher!"

"Mm, goodbye. If you have any problems, come find me."

"Okay~"

After putting the uniform and token into his soul guidance device, he bid the two farewell and prepared to leave.

The small chrysanthemums remaining on the ground swayed gently, as if happy along with their master's mood.

I'm so excited. I wonder who my new roommate will be~

Yue Ling hummed a tune, walking toward the dormitory building with a light heart.

"Dormitory building... dormitory building."

"Yes, this is it!"

Yue Ling had been full of anticipation at first, but now that he was actually about to meet someone new, he felt a trace of nervousness.

He stood outside the door and took a deep breath, preparing to push it open. But the moment his hand touched it, the door opened on its own. The two of them stared at each other, their faces separated by only the distance of the door.

Yue Ling's eyes widened as he looked at the incredibly beautiful person, and his heart skipped a beat.

The person had delicate features, a soft and gentle face, and skin so fair it seemed like it could drip water, all while carrying a serene temperament.

He is so... good-looking. If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was a girl.

Yue Ling felt a bit awkward and hurriedly greeted him, trying to change the atmosphere.

"Hello, my name is Yue Ling. I'm your new roommate!"

"Hello, my name is Gongyang Mo. I'm going to the restroom...!" After speaking, he hurried out. Yue Ling looked at his roommate's back with some helplessness and prepared to make his bed, touching the fabric of the bedding.

Hmm... very soft.

Zhang Lexuan had already bought Yue Ling's daily necessities beforehand, which saved a lot of time.

But why is it, uh... pink... pink?

Yue Ling stared blankly as he picked up the quilt.

It's fine, it feels soft and comfortable to the touch. He sniffed it gently and it even carried a soft, gentle fragrance. It must feel great to sleep under.

After finishing the bed, Yue Ling clapped his hands. Just then, his roommate returned. Seeing the playful pink bedding, the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly. He nodded at Yue Ling as if nothing had happened, took off his shoes, and lay down on his bed.

Yue Ling's face turned dark. He knew that Sister Zhang Lexuan was always indifferent when it came to shopping. Buying pink daily necessities for a boy—he didn't have to guess who was responsible.

Han Ruoruo! You just wait...

If he wasn't mistaken, all his daily necessities were pink...

Yue Ling irritably took the pink toiletries out of his soul guidance device and placed them on the table. Even the nail clippers were pink.

Gongyang Mo couldn't help but want to laugh from his bed.

His roommate really did like pink.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?" Yue Ling had seen that figure shaking from across the room.

"Nothing... I don't usually laugh." Gongyang Mo hurriedly sat up and shook his head.

"Then why aren't you laughing?"

"So, am I supposed to laugh or not?"

Those innocent eyes looked over from the side, and Yue Ling sighed softly.

"Alright, I won't tease you. Gongyang Mo, right? Which class are you in? Maybe we'll be in the same one."

"Me? I'm in Freshman Class One. How about you?"

Yue Ling thought about it. Even though he arrived late, he was still assigned to Freshman Class One. He was truly a transfer student in every sense of the word.

"Me? I'm in Class One too. Please take care of me for the next few years!"

"Mm!" Gongyang Mo nodded heavily. "Do you want to go get something to eat? I'm a bit hungry..."

"Sure, let's go!" Yue Ling placed the three pots of small chrysanthemums on the windowsill and followed Gongyang Mo out of the dormitory.

The two were quite distant at first, but perhaps because they were the same age, they hit it off quite well after chatting for a while.