Dorm Seven Rules

After arriving at the entrance of Dorm Seven, Su Ge looked at the slightly ajar door and pushed it open with a shove.

As the door swung open, a strong gust of wind swept into the room, drawing the attention of Wang Sheng and the others toward him.

A boy inside the dorm, who looked older and a head taller than Su Ge, walked over. He glanced at the open door and then at Su Ge.

"Are you the new work-study student this year?"

Su Ge was no stranger to the rules of Dorm Seven, so he nodded in confirmation.

"Su Ge, a work-study student from Small Stone Village."

"My name is Wang Sheng. My martial soul is a Battle Tiger, and I'm a future battle soul master. I'm also the boss here," Wang Sheng said, looking at Su Ge's simple clothes before asking, "Little Su, what is your martial soul?"

Hearing this nickname, Su Ge's fists tightened, and a smile that didn't reach his eyes appeared on his face.

After glancing at the bundle in his hand, Su Ge decided to put his things away first before teaching Wang Sheng a lesson about manners.

He scanned the room, found an empty bed, and prepared to walk past Wang Sheng to drop off his belongings.

Unexpectedly, seeing that Su Ge remained unmoved, Wang Sheng frowned slightly and grabbed the latter's arm as he passed by.

"I'm talking to you. Your martial soul is..."

Bang!

Wang Sheng's body flew backward, landing precisely onto a bed with a dull thud.

Although Su Ge had held back his strength, the impact was still far from pleasant.

Su Ge remained in his striking pose even after throwing Wang Sheng aside.

He watched as Wang Sheng slowly climbed up, then walked unhurriedly to the empty bed and set down his bundle.

Wang Sheng, having climbed to his feet, looked at Su Ge with a wary gaze. Although he had been caught off guard and thrown, he could tell that Su Ge was definitely no simple character!

"Kid, come again!"

Wang Sheng's expression turned serious; he wouldn't give in so easily!

His martial soul immediately manifested, a low growl rumbling from his throat as a faint layer of yellow light appeared around his body.

With a stomp of his feet, Wang Sheng lunged toward Su Ge like a real tiger!

The force of this strike was heavy and powerful, and his speed seemed to have received a significant boost, which was why Wang Sheng dared to continue the attack.

However, this played right into Su Ge's hands. Watching the tiger-manifested Wang Sheng pounce, he clenched his fists.

If you hadn't manifested your martial soul, the gap between us might not have been so wide. What a pity.

In the end, Su Ge still didn't use his martial soul. His body had become increasingly robust since his awakening, and if he were to manifest his martial soul as well, he would have to worry about accidentally blowing Wang Sheng apart.

When he said "blowing apart," he meant it in the physical sense.

Su Ge stepped back with his right leg and pulled his right fist back to gather strength. Like a taut bow, he threw a punch with all his might the moment before Wang Sheng reached him!

Initially, seeing that Su Ge hadn't chosen to manifest his martial soul, Wang Sheng was startled, worried that the latter might suffer some kind of injury.

But when he collided with that fist, he realized he was wrong—and wrong in the most extreme way!

He watched the fist, moving too fast to see clearly, grow larger in his vision until it landed squarely on his chest!

Bang!

Wang Sheng's figure flew backward once more, but this time with even greater speed and precision!

He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if his bones were wailing!

He felt himself land on a bed again, which cushioned the secondary impact of the blow.

The others in Dorm Seven gathered around, looking at the motionless Wang Sheng on the bed, and prepared to carry him off for treatment.

"Don't... don't move! I think something's broken."

The others were shocked and froze in their tracks.

They looked at Su Ge, who stood there as if nothing had happened, their eyes filled with quiet fear.

"Relax, I know what I'm doing. No bones are broken; I controlled my strength. It'll just hurt for a while."

As he spoke, he walked to the bed where Wang Sheng lay, and the others quickly stepped aside.

Su Ge stepped onto the edge of the bed, rested one hand on his knee, and looked down at Wang Sheng with that same smile, though now it carried a hint of mockery.

"I don't like to reason. On the contrary, I prefer to let my fists do the talking."

"From now on, I am the boss of Dorm Seven. Do you have any objections, Little Tiger?"

Wang Sheng looked at Su Ge and forced a smile that looked worse than crying.

"No objections, no objections! From now on, Su Ge... no! Brother Su, you are the boss of Dorm Seven!"

Wang Sheng then shouted to the people around him, "Did you hear that? Hurry up and call him boss!"

"Boss!"

Amidst the uniform shouts of "Boss," a smile slowly spread across Su Ge's face. He pulled back his foot and stood up straight.

"Alright, from now on, I'll be looking after Dorm Seven. If anyone dares to step out of line, come tell me."

"Do you all understand?"

"Understood!"

After the uniform response echoed through the room, Su Ge nodded with satisfaction.

As for Wang Sheng, his martial soul was a beast type, and since Su Ge had controlled his strength, he would be fine after resting for a couple of days.

Just as he stood up, he heard footsteps.

Everyone turned to look and saw another work-study student walking in. Su Ge recognized him immediately—it was Tang San, whom he had just seen at the administrative office.

He smiled and waved at the newcomer. "Tang San, you're here. Just find an empty bed and settle in."

Seeing an acquaintance he had met once before, Tang San nodded simply. Although he found their behavior a bit strange, he didn't like to stir up trouble, so he didn't ask any questions.

After finding an empty bed, Tang San put down his bundle and began to organize his things.

"Boss, according to the rules of Dorm Seven, you should..."

At this moment, Wang Sheng, lying on the bed, spoke up. He looked at Tang San in the distance and signaled frantically to Su Ge.

But the latter merely shot him a single glance, causing him to shut his mouth instantly.

"Are you telling me how to do my job?"

"I wouldn't dare!"

Su Ge crossed his arms and watched Tang San quietly. There was no need to offend Tang San yet. Although his Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff was heaven-defying, he couldn't be sure about the situation with Tang San, and he couldn't afford to take risks!

"Remember, the rules of Dorm Seven are decided by me. From now on... my rules are the rules!"