This Is Bad, the Feeling Is Back

"Mm."

Tang Wulin did not even look at him. He merely gave a soft response before walking outside.

"I wonder when Xie Xie will get here. He clearly has a sports car, yet he's actually slower than me..."

How strange.

Tang Wulin walked around the second-floor dormitory level for a while, unable to help feeling puzzled.

Whether in the original story or now, Xie Xie seemed to have arrived in his family's soul-guided car, while he himself had only taken the bus.

Yet he had still arrived before the other boy. That really was strange.

"I should go take a look at my actual dorm."

Thinking of Class One's dormitory on the third floor, Tang Wulin, who was feeling rather bored, decided to head over and take a look, smiling lightly.

Meanwhile, inside Dorm 205.

"Zhou Changxi."

"The boss just finished teaching you a lesson, and you still dare sit on his bed?"

Yun Xiao frowned as he looked at Zhou Changxi, who was calmly sitting on Tang Wulin's bed, and could not help speaking up.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"I'm just sitting here for a moment. It's not like I'm doing anything. What, is the second most important person in the dorm not even allowed to do this?"

Zhou Changxi snorted coldly, speaking with an indignant expression.

"I choose to report you to the boss."

Yun Xiao said bluntly.

"..."

"Don't do that, Brother Yun."

Upon hearing that, Zhou Changxi instantly deflated like a punctured ball. He looked pleadingly at the Support-type Soul Master he had never feared before and spoke.

"My mistake, my mistake."

"I'm done pretending. How could I possibly dare sit on the boss's bed? Look, I even put down a cushion."

"It's just more comfortable sitting down here."

Zhou Changxi stood up, pointed at the cushion beneath him, and explained earnestly.

"Oh."

Yun Xiao merely gave a soft response. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He truly had not expected that he could keep Zhou Changxi in line like this, even if he was doing so in the boss's name.

"..."

Before long, Xie Xie entered the dormitory without saying a word, carrying only a bag in his hand. After casually putting it on the table, he sat down in a chair, deep in thought.

Something was wrong. Twelve kinds of wrong.

He still could not understand why he had felt such unprecedented pressure from a boy, to the point that...

He felt that if the other boy became his enemy, he might even be overwhelmed by a suffocating sensation. He had no idea why.

At the same time, he felt that if he could be with that person, he would gain unimaginable benefits.

"That person is probably not simple. His strength may not be beneath mine."

"But why have I never heard of someone like him? Where is he from, and where is he going?"

A trace of curiosity appeared on Xie Xie's cold face as a string of questions arose in his mind.

Unfortunately, he had not introduced himself to the other boy right away. At the very least, he should have learned his name so he could investigate him... What a pity!

Thinking of this, Xie Xie felt a little annoyed amid his headache. In other words... this was driving him crazy!

"Hey."

"New guy, stop standing around like an idiot. Go clean the dormitory."

Having once again lost his dignity to Yun Xiao, Zhou Changxi decided to vent his anger on this new classmate and spoke.

"..."

"Zhou Changxi, you seriously can't behave yourself for even a second!"

Seeing this scene, Yun Xiao instantly felt a headache coming on and could not help speaking out. He felt utterly helpless.

How had he ended up with a fellow villager like this?

"You're definitely going to get what's coming to you."

Yun Xiao shook his head and thought so to himself.

"Clean the dormitory?"

Hearing those words, Xie Xie slowly raised his head as though he had heard something utterly unbelievable, unable to help asking in return.

He, Xie Xie, the number one young master of Eastsea...

Was supposed to clean the dormitory?

Had he heard wrong, or had he heard wrong?

"You arrived last, so naturally you have to follow the arrangements of those who came before you."

"I'm only telling you to clean up. What are you dawdling for?"

Zhou Changxi snorted coldly and spoke with righteous conviction.

He was not stupid at all. Not only was he not stupid, he was especially smart—

In his view, if he did not do something now, then when Tang Wulin returned, considering how his earlier actions had been like throwing an egg against a rock, Tang Wulin would definitely make him do chores.

No, absolutely not!

To eliminate that possibility, he could only place his hopes on this new classmate, who clearly looked like he had no combat ability at all.

"Heh heh, this guy definitely can't beat me."

Zhou Changxi thought seriously, radiating the glow of wisdom.

This classmate looked skinny and small, only a little sturdier than Yun Xiao, the Support-type Soul Master. He was not afraid.

"Make me clean? Hahaha."

"You're the first person who has dared speak to me like that."

Xie Xie looked at Zhou Changxi. His cold face bore a sneer as he spoke irritably.

"Come. Fight me."

"Let me see what you're made of."

As Xie Xie spoke, two daggers carrying the shadows of light dragons instantly appeared, tightly gripped in his hands.

"Heh heh, it's just a dagger Martial Soul. I'm not—"

Zhou Changxi was completely unruffled as he pointed and spoke. Yet the next moment, he could no longer smile. A yellow Soul Ring slowly emerged beneath Xie Xie's feet.

A Century Soul Ring! Only by absorbing a Century Soul Spirit made by the Spirit Pagoda could one obtain it. It was worth a million Federation Credits... more than ten times the price of his Decade Soul Spirit!

"You..."

"What level are you?"

Sensing that the other boy's strength seemed to far surpass his own, Zhou Changxi was inwardly desperate, but he still probed cautiously.

He was gambling. What if... the other boy was not actually strong?

What if he was only Level 11, even lower than him? Right, that had to be it...

Zhou Changxi comforted himself with that thought. Yet could a child raised by such a family truly be weak?

"Level 18, an Agility Attack Department One-Ring Battle Soul Master."

"Come. Let me see what you can do."

Xie Xie waved the Light Dragon Dagger and sneered.

Zhou Changxi: "..."

A moment later, Zhou Changxi lay on the ground in glorious defeat. Who had won and who had lost was obvious at a glance.

"I want this spot."

"You, move your bedding."

Xie Xie recalled his Martial Soul and looked at the bed Zhou Changxi had been sitting on. Thinking it was Zhou Changxi's spot, he spoke.

"No."

"Absolutely not..."

"That bed isn't mine. It belongs to our boss!"

Zhou Changxi hurriedly shook his head wildly as he spoke.

He wanted the boss's bed?

That was absolutely impossible!

"Are you switching or not?"

Xie Xie merely looked at him coldly and spoke.

"What?"

"You're afraid of your boss, but not afraid of me?"

He said so.

"..."

"?"

Upon hearing that, Zhou Changxi froze for a moment. It seemed... it actually made some damn sense!

He could not beat Tang Wulin, and he could not beat this guy either. He was afraid of them all!

Moreover, since the other boy's Martial Soul was a dagger, it seemed especially convenient for assassination. Zhou Changxi suddenly felt that he needed to give in again.

"I'll switch."

Zhou Changxi obediently said.

"Hm? Fine, switch."

Faced with his instantly changed attitude, Xie Xie could not help being stunned for a moment. He clearly had not expected something like this to happen.

One second ago, he had looked ready to "defend the boss's honor to the death," and the next second he had immediately surrendered?

Ridiculous!

"I was only gone for a little while."

"And my bed is already about to be taken?"

At that moment, an overwhelmingly oppressive voice rang out from outside. Xie Xie's heart jolted, and a wave of palpitations surged through him.

That familiar feeling... could it be...