Chapter 11: The Dormitory's Eldest

  Su Qingchen furrowed her brow, feeling extremely displeased in her heart. This was the dormitory for the next four years, who would be so blind to violently treat their own dormitory door like this on the first day? It seemed that someone had itchy skin and loose bones, and needed a good scolding.

  Su Qingchen looked up and glanced at the boy standing at the door, his furrowed brow relaxed, and a awkward smile appeared on his face. Meanwhile, the other three dormitory members took a step back, their faces showing terror, as if they had seen a robber.

  The young man at the door threw the bundle in his hand to Su Qingchen's side and pointed to the three people on one side, glanced at them and said, "You guys get me a bed, which bed is it?" He touched his own head. Pointing to Su Qingchen, he said, "The one next to him?" After finishing speaking, he walked directly to Su Qingchen's side and sat down.

  Su Qingchen felt his bed shake, with a sense of collapse, and couldn't help but worry. But what's even more frustrating now is how Zhang Long could appear in the commoner dormitory, and it seems like he'll be staying here too. Is Zhang Long a commoner? Su Qingchen immediately dismissed this idea.

  Zhang Long wrapped his arms around Su Qingchen, revealing his signature silly smile, and said "You little scoundrel, you just threw me aside that day and ran off by yourself. What do you think you should do to make it up to me?"

  Su Qingchen turned her head to glance at Zhang Long, a look of disdain on her face. She then tossed her head and spoke to her dorm members, "Our dorm seems to only have four beds, right?"

  "It's okay, it's okay, let's squeeze in."

  "Yes, we're squeezed in tight, but it's an honor for Dragon Brother to come live in our dorm."

  "Right, right, right."

  Listening to their conversation, Su Qingchen showed a puzzled expression. What's wrong with these kids? Is Zhang Long that scary?

  Zhang Long coughed and spoke to the three busy making their beds, "You guys listen up, after cleaning up your dormitory, go tell this year's freshmen that in the future, I'm the boss of the poor dormitory, and this little bald head next to me is the second-in-command. Got it?"

  Wang Xing and several others nodded hastily, feeling both happy and sad in their hearts. From now on, following Zhang Long, they could walk sideways in the new life, but this came at a cost. What was the cost? Of course, they had to serve this little tyrant.

  The three of them were always puzzled, why this Su Qingchen, who had never been seen before, was so well-mixed that he could let Zhang Long move from the noble dormitory and even specifically named him as the second-in-command. The second-in-command, one person below, a hundred people above, envied, jealous, and hated.

  Su Qingchen didn't bother to respond to Wang Xing and the others at this time, his facial expression was varied. If he wasn't worried about his own bed, Su Qingchen would have pressed Zhang Long down on the bed and beaten him up severely.

  Su Qingchen let go of Zhang Long's hand, touched his own little bald head, and gritted his teeth to say "You little broken dragon, try calling me Little Bald Head again, and you're just the second oldest, you're the most damn second, the ultimate second..."

  Su Qingchen's string of curses instantly stunned Zhang Long, and after Su Qingchen finished cursing, Zhang Long looked at Wang Xing with a puzzled expression and asked, "Is he scolding me?"

  Wang Xing and the others nodded repeatedly like children who had been scolded, their faces strained to hold back laughter, with exaggerated expressions. They were shocked in their hearts, wondering what kind of background Su Qingchen had, that he dared to scold even Little Overlord Zhang Long, and scold him so fiercely. He really had talent, but at the same time, they also started worrying about Su Qingchen, offending Zhang Long wouldn't bring good days ahead.

  Wang Xing and a few others' performance made Su Qingchen look down on them in her heart.

  Zhang Long's face slightly wrinkled, it had been a long time since he was scolded like this, and it was so interesting that he didn't know why, but Zhang Long wasn't angry at all, and even wanted to laugh. However, for the sake of his own honor as the boss, he had to teach Su Qingchen a lesson today, otherwise, how could he still be in power in Stan?

  Zhang Long clapped his hands and stood up, then rubbed his fingers together. His face changed slightly as he looked at Su Qingchen and said, "You know you're not convinced, little bald head? It just so happens that we didn't finish fighting last time, let's continue. If you can't beat me, from now on you'll have to admit that you're the second, Baldy Second."

  Su Qingchen heard Zhang Long's words and immediately jumped up from the bed, wanting to hit him. At the moment of taking action, he suddenly thought of his fragile bed and endured it, opening his mouth to say "Let's go out and compare, how about that?"

  Zhang Long wrapped his arms around Su Qingchen "Alright, let's go." and walked out the door with him.

  The three people in the room, Wang Xing, were stunned for a few seconds, and for a moment, they didn't react. The same question popped up in their minds: "When did Little Overlord Zhang Long become so easy to talk to?"

  They stood face to face on the empty ground outside the dormitory door. Wang Xing was the first to follow, shouting loudly "Those who sleep, eat and take baths, come out! Dragon Brother vs Su Qingchen, a 1 in 5 bet! A once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity, hurry up and place your bets! If you're late, there won't be time, this is a chance to get rich!"

  Zhang Long's eyes sparkled, and he casually tossed out a gold coin, throwing it at Wang Xing, while saying "I bet on Brother Dragon winning, haha, don't forget to pay me back later."

  Before Su Qingchen had time to sigh, Wang Xing was already surrounded by dozens of people. Some were offering ten silver coins, others five. Wang Xing was in charge of collecting the money, while Liu Yun, a stout man standing beside him, was responsible for keeping records. Watching the two busy men, Su Qingchen's mood had reached an all-time low.

  To save face for himself and to earn some extra food money, Su Qingchen took out ten gold coins from his clothes and slapped them on Wang Xing, taking a deep breath "I'll bet on myself."

  Wang Xing held Su Qingchen's ten gold coins, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at Su Qingchen, his heart extremely excited. Ten gold coins, it seemed that this time he could win a small victory.

  If no one else presses Su Qingchen, he wants to die. With Su Qingchen's ten gold coins pressed on top, several people followed suit and pressed Su Qingchen, but they were all just one or two silver coins.

  Su Qingchen helplessly shook his head and walked a hundred meters away from Zhang Long, looked up at him and asked "Can we start now?"

  "Want to start anytime? Anyway, don't say I'm bullying you later..."

  Before Zhang Long could finish speaking, Su Qingchen's soul force circulated throughout his body, and with a swift and fierce movement, he struck out with his fist, which appeared in front of Zhang Long. The silly smile on his face froze, and his soul was unable to react in time, raising both hands to block the attack.

  Su Qingchen lightly bumped into Zhang Long, did a flip in mid-air, and kicked both feet at Zhang Long's abdomen. At this moment, a shield spirit appeared on Zhang Long's chest, blocking Su Qingchen's kick. Su Qingchen rebounded and retreated several steps, stabilizing his body.

  Su Qingchen's dark energy surged, his palms continuously compressing his soul power. After the soul power had taken shape, Su Qingchen's right foot stomped the ground, and his body leapt up. His right fist shot straight towards Zhang Long's chest. Zhang Long smiled slightly, channeling his soul power into his shield spirit. The earthy yellow shield spirit gave off an unbreakable feeling.

  Fist hit the shield spirit, no fancy moves, just a simple hard collision. This time Su Qingchen only leaned his body back slightly, while Zhang Long retreated several steps and barely stabilized his body. The shield spirit almost lost its soul power support and disappeared.

  Su Qing's face broke into a smile, extremely satisfied with this strike, at the very least reaching the attacking power of an initial-stage Spirit Master, and was considered her strongest strike.

  At the moment Su Qingchen was thinking, Zhang Long withdrew his silly smile, and his soul power continuously inputted into the shield spirit. Threads of yellowish light revolved around the shield spirit, its terrifying defensive power making people completely believe that no low-level spiritualist's attack could break through it.

  Su Qingchen shrugged and revealed a sly smile, his soul power circulating throughout his body. He shot towards Zhang Long's eyes like an arrow. Just as he was about to reach him, Zhang Long raised his right hand, and a yellowish-brown shield spirit blocked Su Qingchen in front of him.

  Su Qingchen's body spun around, his foot lightly tapped the shield spirit, and with a flip in mid-air, he appeared behind Zhang Long. The first form of Lei Quan, Cun Shang, struck Zhang Long's back with a single punch, sending him tumbling to the ground.

  Three moves, whether it was a hard match or a skillful play, Su Qingchen completely defeated Zhang Long, and even broke the long-held view that one could defeat someone with higher cultivation without using their soul spirit.

  Perhaps Zhang Long's reputation was too loud, causing him to overlook this point. Perhaps they were still young and didn't pay much attention, or maybe they were thinking about how Su Qingchen could reach behind Zhang Long and knock him down.

  When the first person who reflected on it transformed from an incredible expression to a painful face, it spread like a plague, and everyone showed a regretful expression. Zhang Long's regret was not as strong as Su Qingchen's, and Su Qingchen regretted that he hadn't pressed harder.

  The most painful ones were Wang Xing and the three of them. They thought they would win a little, but unexpectedly Su Qingchen won instead. One to five, Su Qingchen actually pressed ten gold coins.

  Su Qingchen ignored Zhang Long, who was still sitting on the ground, and walked directly to Wang Xing and his group. He snatched 25 gold coins from Lai Yun's hand, feeling a small sense of pleasure in his heart.

  Su Qingchen said to the students who were still stunned on the spot before entering the dormitory, "Remember, from now on I, Su Qingchen, am your boss. If you are bullied, you can find me and I will stand up for you. Similarly, when I have something to do, you must follow me." Without waiting for their response, Su Qingchen walked into the dormitory.

  After hearing the sound of the door closing, Zhang Long patted the dirt off his body, stood up and shouted at the group of people in front of him "What are you staring at? Want to fight? Or do you want to practice?" As soon as Zhang Long finished speaking, the dozens of students gathered at the entrance instantly disappeared without a single one left.

  After everyone left, Zhang Long rubbed his back and muttered to himself, "What a freak! I didn't even use my soul spirit and he still beat me so badly. Do I really have to acknowledge him as the boss?" Zhang Long walked into the dormitory with great frustration.

  Zhang Long went into the dormitory and beat up Wang Xing and others, while beating them he said "Let you little rascal call people out to see, let you little rascal set up a gambling den." Completely forgetting that it was him who first gambled at that time.

  Wang Xing and his group are really losing money and people, it's a tragedy, the most pitiful thing is that they don't even dare to take revenge, sigh.

  Su Qingchen's victory over Zhang Long quickly spread throughout the college, and many people wanted to see what this newcomer who dared to beat up the infamous Zhang Long looked like. Overnight, Su Qingchen's fame skyrocketed, with his popularity rivaling that of the most beautiful freshman girl.

  In the afternoon, Su Qingchen and five others arrived at the poor people's primary school classroom, preparing for the first lesson of the new semester. Half an hour later, a young girl walked in through the classroom door.

  Su Qingchen looked up and saw the girl on the podium, and his heart couldn't help but say three words: pitiful, pitiful, pitiful.