"Xiao Wu, this is the place."
Soon, Xiao Wu and Xiao Chen stepped into Notting Academy, carrying their belongings, and arrived at the entrance of Dorm Seven.
The moment they walked in, dozens of eyes immediately turned toward them.
Especially Wang Sheng, who puffed out his chest and stepped forward.
"You two are work-study students this year, right?" he asked. "Let me introduce myself—I'm Wang Sheng, the former leader of Dorm Seven. Our rule here is simple: the strongest fists make the leader. If you want in, you'll have to challenge our new or old leader first!"
"Fight?"
Xiao Wu's eyes lit up with excitement. Hands on her hips, she pointed at Wang Sheng, lifting her flawless chin.
"I, Sister Xiao Wu, am never afraid of a fight! Whoever the new leader is, come out and fight me!"
"I am."
In front of everyone, Tang San stepped out with a polite smile, though his mind was far from calm.
Hiss!
This girl, Xiao Wu, had an amazing figure—especially those long legs.
Later, during the fight, I could get close… pretend to struggle for a while… then maybe…
Hehe.
"Hmm?"
Xiao Chen immediately noticed Tang San's thoughts and stepped in front of Xiao Wu.
"Let me go first, Xiao Wu."
"Ah?"
Xiao Wu hesitated at first but softened when she heard the words "Xiao Wu."
"Who are you?"
Tang San frowned, clearly unhappy with Xiao Chen for ruining his plan.
Xiao Chen shrugged casually. "Who I am isn't important. What matters is that if you can't beat me, how can you fight Sister Xiao Wu?"
"That makes sense."
Xiao Wu nodded repeatedly and raised her small fists in agreement.
Tang San frowned but reluctantly agreed.
"Fine."
He thought of Xiao Chen as nothing more than Xiao Wu's follower. A small fry like him shouldn't be a problem.
Soon, everyone in Dorm Seven cleared a space for the fight.
"Xiao Chen."
"Tang San."
Wang Sheng raised his hand and shouted, "Begin!"
"Whoosh!"
Tang San immediately shot forward toward Xiao Chen.
Tang Clan Secret Technique—Ghostly Shadows!
"Don't worry. This will be over quickly!" Tang San said, thrusting his right hand forward, preparing to use Dragon Seizing Crane Technique to break Xiao Chen's arm and leg.
Xiao Wu is mine. No follower can get closer to her than me!
This was his plan: a warning strike.
"Really?"
Xiao Chen smiled playfully.
"Use the card—Master Taijiquan!"
At the same time, a blue card in his system space shattered into tiny sparks and merged into his body. In an instant, countless details and experiences of Taijiquan flooded his mind and limbs.
In a mere moment, he had completely mastered Taijiquan.
Just as this happened, Tang San's right hand pressed on Xiao Chen's shoulder, a triumphant smile on his face.
"I win!"
"Hmm? What the—"
Before Tang San could even celebrate, his hand was inexplicably pushed away, and the kick he was preparing was blocked the same way. The force wasn't strong, yet he couldn't resist it.
Before he could react, Xiao Chen pushed his hand back, landing a crisp strike on Tang San's own face.
Smack!
The sound echoed across Dorm Seven. Tang San's left cheek reddened instantly.
"What kind of move is this?!"
"Wu Gen Wu Ji—Taiji," Xiao Chen replied lightly.
"A mere trick? It blocked my Tang Clan secret technique?" Tang San was speechless.
But that didn't matter. He would still win today!
Tang San struck again.
"Again!"
Smack!Smack!Smack!
After a few rounds, Tang San's face was red and swollen, looking like a pig.
At last, he realized—this guy's strength is not inferior to mine!
"Ha ha ha!" Xiao Wu laughed, delighted at Tang San's misfortune. "Look at him! He's supposed to be the leader? So weak!"
The others in Dorm Seven joined in the teasing.
Tang San gritted his teeth, full of unwillingness. His sleeves moved subtly—preparing to use hidden weapons.
But Xiao Chen had already anticipated it.
"Use the card—Master Lingbo Micro Step!"
Instantly, all the knowledge of Lingbo Micro Step filled his mind.
Whoosh!
Two projectiles shot toward Xiao Chen's vital points, but with a graceful turn, he dodged perfectly and sent the weapons flying back with Taiji and his newfound strength.
"This is impossible!" Tang San yelled, horrified as his own weapons flew back at him.
He tried to dodge, but it was too late—his head got grazed.
Poof!
He realized—he didn't feel pain. His head felt cool.
Then he touched it, and his eyes went wide. Half his hair was gone—shaved into a bald patch!
"What are you trying to do?!"
Before he could act again, Xiao Wu's soft hand grabbed Xiao Chen's and pulled him back. She stepped between them, glaring at Tang San.
"Using weapons in a one-on-one fight? You can't accept losing, huh?!"
"Dorm Seven has someone like this? How despicable!"
Wang Sheng and the others whispered in agreement.
Tang San forced a smile. "Sorry, Xiao Wu. I forgot to warn him."
Xiao Wu turned away, clearly disgusted.
Xiao Chen, feeling her soft hand, said calmly, "Xiao Wu, that's enough for today. I'm a bit tired. Come help me get the bed ready."
After all, what he had planned with Xiao Wu was far more enjoyable than any fight Tang San could offer.
It was time to let Xiao Wu warm the bed for him.