"I lost."
On the other side, Tang San lost to Xiaowu.
Wang Sheng and the others had a look of disbelief on their faces.
It had been many years since working students had come.
However, this year, three had come all at once.
And two of them were such freaks!!
Both boast Innate Full Soul Power and even skills that seem to be soul skills, simply unbelievable!
"From now on, I'm the boss of Dorm Seven, and you all should obediently call me Sister Xiaowu!"
Xiaowu lifted her head slightly with a hint of pride.
She had the posture of someone brimming with youthful energy.
"Yes! Sister Xiaowu!"
Wang Sheng and the others shouted in unison.
There was no helping it, they were no match for her.
Although she looked young, her strength was formidable.
This was a world where strength mattered more than age.
The strong one becomes the boss.
"Er, I'm tired after a long day, where should I sleep?"
After the fight, and successfully becoming the boss of Dorm Seven, it was time to find a place to put her belongings.
"Sister Xiaowu, didn't you bring any bedding?"
At this moment, Wang Sheng asked.
"No."
Xiaowu shook her head.
Coming from some forest, she wouldn't have brought such things.
"Sister Xiaowu, how about you sleep at my place? My bed is well made!"
Wang Sheng immediately flattered her.
"No, I want to stay here, this bed is big!"
Xiaowu caught sight of Ye Feng's bed.
She immediately walked over and sat down beside it.
"Ah?"
Everyone in the dormitory was taken aback.
Including Ye Feng.
He never imagined that after he had finished making his bed, Xiaowu would walk over.
And she even sat down on it.
"Is that a problem? I, as the boss of Dorm Seven, should have the right to choose my own bed! So now I've taken a liking to this one!"
Xiaowu said, looking at Ye Feng.
Her tone carried a hint of dominance.
That's right, she had set her eyes on the large bed Ye Feng had made.
She was sure it would be comfortable to sleep on.
"But... this isn't my bed."
Ye Feng gave a wry smile.
He had long heard about Xiaowu's imperious nature.
But he never expected her to be so audacious as to come over and claim a bed for herself.
"It's not yours? Then whose is it?"
Xiaowu's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, her expression filled with questions.
"It belongs to Tang San."
Although it was a double bed, the master mainly prepared it for Tang San, so the ownership belonged to him.
Therefore, Ye Feng didn't dare claim the bed as his own.
Under normal circumstances, the master would probably assume he would share with Tang San.
After all, there was one double-sized quilt and two pillows.
If it were just for Tang San, one pillow would suffice.
"Xiaosan? Is this bed yours?"
Upon hearing this, Xiaowu turned to look in Tang San's direction.
"Mhm, it was just delivered by the teacher," Tang San replied, momentarily startled by being suddenly addressed.
"It really is yours. Well then, I, as the boss of Dorm Seven, need to use this bed now. Do you have any objections?!"
Xiaowu looked at Tang San.
"Ah, but you're a girl, isn't that inappropriate? And he..."
Tang San glanced at Ye Feng.
The two pillows indicated that the teacher actually intended for him to share with Ye Feng.
Although Tang San hadn't gotten along well with the kids in his village, now that the two of them had come together to Notting Academy, they were rare fellow villagers.
Sharing a bed with him was fine.
He wasn't too bothered by it.
But if Xiaowu takes over the bed, what about the little brats in the village?
"What's the problem with that, I'll just ask you if it's okay!"
Xiaowu asked very aggressively.
"Okay is okay, but what about him."
Seeing Xiaowu in a state of rage, Tang San weakly replied.
"If you say it's okay, then it's settled. I'll handle him."
After Tang San said those words, Xiaowu showed a satisfied smile.
"???"
On the other side, Ye Feng was dumbfounded. Did Tang San actually agree??
Is there some mistake here?
If Xiaowu really takes the bed, then where will he, Ye Feng, sleep?!
And the weather is still a bit cold!
You could seriously freeze to death without a blanket.
"Hey, what's your name?"
Xiaowu asked Ye Feng.
"Ye Feng."
Ye Feng answered helplessly.
Now Cheng Yaojin comes out halfway through; what's this all about.
"Ye Feng, huh? Since this bed is Xiaosan's and he's agreed to let me sleep here, but you, Ye Feng, got here a step ahead, I, Xiaowu, am not an unreasonable person. So let's decide the winner through a fight; this way, it's fair to everyone."
As she spoke, Xiaowu immediately assumed a fighting stance.
"Ah, this..."
Ye Feng was in disarray.
You've got to be kidding me, Innate full soul power, hundred-thousand-year soul beast!
Who am I? I'm just a Sickle with merely two levels of Soul Power.
And you're telling me, we should decide the winner through a fight.
This must be some kind of international joke.
It's like a math Ph.D. telling a first-grader, for fairness sake, let's use calculus to determine the winner.
Isn't this nonsense!
Ye Feng looked at Tang San with a pitiful gaze.
Hoping Tang San would intervene.
He knew, after all, that Tang San was capable of defeating Xiaowu.
It's just that she hadn't used her full strength just now.
But then Ye Feng saw Tang San turn his head and look out the window.
The action seemed like he was casually enjoying the scenery.
But to Ye Feng, who had lived two lives as a transmigrator, the gesture was all too obvious.
He was just standing by idly.
Now he was in despair. At least help out a fellow townsman a bit!
After all, he was someone who came with Old Jack.
"What's the matter? You don't dare to make a move? If you don't, this other half of the bed is mine! Don't say I bullied you."
Xiaowu looked at Ye Feng with a tone that was a mix of challenge and dominance.
"Fine! Let's fight!"
And there she goes saying don't say I bullied you.
This is outright bullying him, Ye Feng!
But there's no choice.
Weak countries are bullied, and even weaker individuals are so oppressed they can't even speak up.
Ye Feng clenched his teeth tightly and immediately threw a punch toward Xiaowu!
"Bang!"
"Clang!!"
It must be said, Xiaowu's hand was really heavy.
In less than thirty seconds, Ye Feng's face was swollen and bruised.
Indeed, how could Ye Feng, a mere two-level Sickle, be compared to Xiaowu, reborn from a hundred-thousand-year soul beast with Innate full soul power.
In his previous life, Tang San was in a sect, mastering the Mysterious Heaven Method, while Ye Feng was just an ordinary person on Earth. There was no comparison between the two, and this fight was destined from the start.
"You lost! The other half of this bed is mine now!"
Xiaowu raised a joyful smile.
Yet she didn't know her happiness was built on someone else's pain.
If Xiaowu didn't have a bed, nearly 99.99% of people in the dorm would offer theirs to her since she's the first girl in the dorm and also so strong.
But Ye Feng wouldn't get that treatment.
After all, who would respect someone with only two levels of Soul Power and a Martial Soul that's just a Scythe?
Sure enough, not a person spoke up.
Everyone was very cold.
Then Ye Feng, with bitter eyes, looked toward Tang San.
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