Wang Sheng pushed aside the student in front of the bed and sat down next to Tang San without any pleasantries, "Tang San, you defeated me, so from now on, you're the boss of our Dormitory Seven."
Tang San quickly waved his hands and said, "I'm here to study."
Wang Sheng spoke seriously, "That's the rule, whoever has the strongest fist is the boss. Did you think being the boss was easy? I'm not being modest with you. Look." As he spoke, he rolled up his school uniform sleeves.
Tang San was shocked to see that there were seven or eight purplish bruises on his arms.
Wang Sheng smiled wryly, "I got these yesterday when I arrived at the academy. We scholarship students all come from poor families, and students from other dorms often bully those of us in Dormitory Seven. As the boss of the dorm, you must stand up for your brothers. I couldn't wait to hand over this responsibility to you."
The other students all nodded, looking at Tang San with a hint of hope in their eyes.
A sense of justice is a fundamental element of a knight. Protecting the weak is naturally included. Tang San received countless such lessons at the Tang Sect in his younger years. Upon hearing this, he no longer declined, "Alright then. I won't stand by and watch my dorm mates get bullied."
Just then, a clear voice came from outside, "Is this Dormitory Seven?"
Everyone turned to look at the door, and their eyes widened a bit.
They saw a pretty little girl standing at the doorway, who appeared to be about the same age as Tang San, with a similar height as well. Her delicate face was fair with a hint of red, her tender features like a ripe peach, tempting one to bite. Despite her simple clothing, she looked very neat.
Her black hair was styled into a long braid that hung past her hips. Her big, watery eyes were full of curiosity. She was also holding a set of brand-new school uniforms in her arms.
All the students in the dorm were boys, and they were all stunned at the sudden appearance of such a pretty girl, looking astonished.
Tang San couldn't help but whisper to Wang Sheng, "Do we allow boys and girls to share rooms here?"
Wang Sheng nodded and whispered back, "Everyone is still a child, the school doesn't separate genders in any dorm. I've heard that they start separating them in the Intermediate Soul Master Academy. Strange though, last year there weren't any scholarship students, but this year there are two. Go on, boss, show her who's in charge."
"Uh... do we have to?" Tang San hadn't expected that just after becoming this so-called boss of Dormitory Seven, he would immediately face a dilemma. He really couldn't bring himself to bully a girl.
The girl at the door blinked her big eyes, seeing that no one inside was paying attention to her. She looked up at the Dormitory Seven sign above the door and smiled sweetly, "Hello, my name is Xiaowu, the 'Wu' as in dance."
Wang Sheng poked Tang San in the back, signaling that he couldn't break the dorm rules.
Left with no choice, Tang San stood up and walked toward the girl, "Hello, my name is Tang San. I'm the..." He really struggled to say the word "boss", so he quickly thought on his feet, "I'm the dorm head here, just call me by my name. May I ask, what is your Martial Soul?"
Xiaowu blinked her large eyes and said with a smile, "My Martial Soul is a rabbit, the cute kind, a little white rabbit. What about you?" Her face revealed two adorable dimples when she smiled, which was incredibly charming.
Tang San said, "Then aren't you just my bane, since my Martial Soul is the food of your Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass." He had never had any experience interacting with girls; even back at the Tang Sect, he had been immersed in hidden weapons. Now he was somewhat nervous.
Xiaowu chuckled, "You're funny. Aren't you going to let me in?"
"Well..., the thing is, we have a rule in Dormitory Seven. Every new scholarship student must demonstrate the power of their Martial Soul. So, I would like to have a little exchange with you."
Tang San consoled himself, an exchange was not bullying. He just needed to be careful not to hurt her. It could be seen as keeping the dorm tradition.
Xiaowu looked at Tang San somewhat oddly, "Are you sure?"
Tang San nodded, "Sure."
Xiaowu set her uniform aside, looking a bit excited, "Okay, then bring it on."
Before Tang San could even react, her right leg was already bending at the knee, the tip of her foot snapping out in an instant, aiming straight for Xiaosan's chin. It didn't seem to carry much force, but the speed was incredibly fast, which gave Tang San a fright.
Dodging to the left to avoid the incoming foot, he reached out with his right hand for Xiaowu's ankle, while his right foot stepped out reflexively, his shoulder moving towards Xiaowu's chest. It was a standard Iron Mountain Lean move. Under normal circumstances, with Xiaowu standing on one foot, if she were really to be leaned on by Tang San like this, she would definitely fall and fly out.
Of course, Tang San was very measured; he had already thought that as soon as Xiaowu lost her balance, he could definitely catch her in time with his own speed, and he hadn't used much force with his lean either. It would just be seen as completing the exchange, and that would be enough.
The other students were all watching the match between Tang San and Xiaowu intently, and Wang Sheng, watching Tang San's moves, was impressed, trying hard to memorize them. He found that although Tang San's movements were simple, they were also very effective.
However, things did not go according to the script Tang San had in mind.
The moment Tang San's right hand grabbed Xiaowu's ankle, he suddenly felt something slip, and his sure catch unexpectedly missed. Then Xiaowu, having missed with her kick, used the momentum to swing her leg sideways, placing it on his shoulder. As Tang San's right shoulder came in, she gently blocked it with her hands. Her right foot pushed off Tang San's shoulder, and her other leg also rose, climbing onto Tang San's other shoulder.