My martial spirit leads me to Earth; I begin by submitting my skills to the Douluo Continent.

After saying that, Wang Sheng deliberately took a step forward, trying to intimidate Su Yun with his size and the smell of sweat.

"And take off those dark glasses of yours! In Dormitory Seven, nobody can be more pretentious than me, Wang Sheng!"

The other students working part-time burst into laughter, waiting to see the rich young master make a fool of himself.

Su Yun stood still, motionless.

He simply held his breath slightly and took half a step back, his disdain undisguised.

"Xiao Wu".

Su Yun spoke calmly, her voice completely unwavering.

"What's up?"

Xiao Wu swallowed the last pearl and licked her lips with lingering satisfaction.

Without saying a word, Su Yun reached into his backpack and pulled out a fresh, high-quality carrot.

Su Yun flicked his wrist, tossing the carrot into the air.

"Clear the road. This radish is yours."

Xiao Wu, who was initially holding her nose and complaining about her surroundings, completely changed her demeanor the moment she saw that premium carrot.

Those pink eyes instantly turned into searchlights, and the two rabbit ears stood up straight with a "whoosh".

"Wow! It's a superb sweet radish!"

Xiao Wu let out a cheer, and her pink figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

"Clear the road, right? No problem!"

Before Wang Sheng could react to what was happening, he only saw a flash of pink light before his eyes.

"you……"

boom!

There was no fluff or nonsense.

Xiao Wu appeared in front of Wang Sheng in an instant. Her petite body folded in mid-air in an incredible manner, and with a flick of her long legs, her scorpion braid lashed out like a whip.

The next second, Wang Sheng was sent flying five or six meters away like a sandbag being kicked, crashing heavily against the wall with a thud before slowly sliding down.

Where he had just been standing, Xiao Wu had already landed steadily.

She caught the carrot falling from the sky with one hand and took a bite with a "crunch".

"So sweet!"

Xiao Wu looked completely satisfied, not even glancing at Wang Sheng in the corner.

The entire room fell silent.

Dozens of work-study students stared wide-eyed at the cute girl munching on a radish, then glanced at their leader groaning in the corner, their worldviews collapsing.

Wang Sheng didn't even have time to activate his martial spirit before he was sent flying like a tattered sack.

The audience was silent.

All the work-study students gaped, looking at the incredibly cute yet fiercely fierce little girl, and then at Su Yun, who had her hands in her pockets and hadn't moved a single finger from beginning to end.

"Damn it..."

Wang Sheng clutched his chest and struggled to his feet.

A strong sense of humiliation clouded Wang Sheng's mind.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and roared at Su Yun.

"You're just relying on your family's wealth!"

"What kind of skill is it to hire a powerful bodyguard? What right does a rich kid like you have to occupy our work-study students' territory?!"

Wang Sheng became more and more agitated as he spoke, and the long-standing resentment of being discriminated against by aristocratic students finally erupted.

"This is Dormitory Seven! It's a place where might makes right! You can't settle things with money!"

"Does having money really mean you can do whatever you want?!"

This roar was deafening and resonated with many of the other students working part-time.

The way everyone looked at Su Yun changed from fear to resentment and anger.

Faced with this soul-searching question.

Su Yun finally moved.

He slowly removed the tactical sunglasses from his face, revealing a pair of calm, almost indifferent eyes.

"Are you done talking?"

Su Yun's voice was soft, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Su Yun stepped forward and slowly unzipped the zipper...

Crash—!!!

It's like opening the sluice gate of a dam.

Countless vacuum-packed premium ham sausages, spiced braised eggs, meat floss cakes, and spicy strips, mixed with dozens of Silver Soul coins shimmering with an enticing silver light, poured down like a mudslide.

Crackling sounds!

In an instant, Wang Sheng's bed was submerged, piled up into a small mountain exuding the aroma of money and meat.

The sausage rolled to the ground and piled up at Wang Sheng's feet.

Su Yun looked at Wang Sheng, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Sorry, but money really can buy you anything."

That was enough wealth to buy all the junk in several dormitories, and that was the amount of food these work-study students had never seen in their entire lives.

The air freezes.

His gaze was fixed on a silver soul coin that had rolled to his feet, then on the thick sausage that was about to be shoved into his face.

My nose twitched involuntarily twice, the overpowering aroma of meat shooting straight to the top of my head.

My mind went blank, but my body reacted with astonishing speed.

Pfft!

Without any internal struggle or hesitation, his knees slid a short distance on the floor and came to a precise stop in front of the pile of supplies.

Just moments ago, the leader of Dormitory 7 was unyielding and determined to defend the dignity of work-study students to the death, but now he was completely submissive.

"dad!"

This call was full of emotion and had a strong penetrating power, as if it were Su Yun's long-lost son.

With trembling hands, he picked up a handful of silver coins and sausages, tilted his head back, and his face was filled with a warm, even somewhat benevolent smile, with tears of emotion welling up in his eyes.

"I was speaking too loudly just now! I knew it! How could someone of your extraordinary bearing be here to claim territory? You are clearly a living bodhisattva sent by heaven to save our suffering compatriots in the Seventh Dormitory!"

All the part-time students: "..."

Everyone was stunned.

One second they were at loggerheads, the next they were acknowledging each other's fathers?

Isn't this change of expression a bit too fast?

"Wang Sheng! Where is your backbone?"

One of the underlings exclaimed incredulously, feeling his faith crumble.

Wang Sheng turned his head and started spitting out a string of words, his mouth still stuffed with a freshly torn sausage, roaring incoherently.

"Shut up! Can backbone put food on the table? There's an old saying in mainland China: 'Those who eat are heroes!'"

He took two big bites of the sausage, a look of extreme enjoyment on his face.

"Mmm~ It smells so good! This is called... this is called fatherly love as solid as a mountain! You guys don't know anything! Hurry up and call him Dad!"

Su Yun watched this scene and simply waved her hand listlessly.

"I originally intended to interact with you as an ordinary person, but instead I was met with estrangement and hostility."

"I'm not pretending anymore, I'm coming clean."

Su Yun shook his head, ignoring Wang Sheng who was kneeling and calling him "father," and walked straight to the innermost corner of the dormitory.

"Now that my identity has been exposed, there's no need for me to keep compromising myself."

Under the gaze of dozens of shocked eyes, Su Yun reached into the seemingly small silver backpack.

"It stinks here."

Like Doraemon, Su Yun pulled out a high-powered aromatherapy diffuser that was half a person tall from the small backpack opening.

Press the switch, and as the silent fan spins, a refreshing ocean mint scent bursts out instantly.