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

The fresh air forcefully suppressed the foot odor that had accumulated in Dormitory 7 for over a decade.

"The ground is too hard."

Su Yun reached into the bag again and pulled hard.

brush--!

A long-haired rug rolled into a tube was pulled out.

Once unfolded, its thick texture makes you feel warm just by looking at it.

The other part-time students around them stared in disbelief.

How could such a large blanket fit in that small bag?! What kind of spatial soul tool is this?!

But it's not over yet.

"It's uncomfortable to sit here."

Su Yun then pulled out two huge beanbag sofas and tossed them onto the carpet. Their soft, slumped shape made you want to sink into them.

"Let there be light."

Su Yun finally pulled out two retro LED lanterns specifically designed for outdoor camping.

"Snapped!"

Without firelight or cooking fumes, the soft yet bright warm yellow light instantly illuminated the dim corner, creating a truly immersive atmosphere.

In just two minutes.

The dirtiest and most chaotic corner of Dormitory 7 has been transformed into a cozy, luxurious, and sophisticated model room.

"Gulp."

I don't know who swallowed first.

These work-study students have completely gone mad.

They looked at the pile of snacks, then at the corner that seemed to have been conjured up by magic, and their worldview shattered.

"Is that the legendary spatial soul tool?!"

"That lamp is so bright! Doesn't it need kerosene?"

"That chair looks so soft... I'd like to sit on it..."

Su Yun ignored the group of unsophisticated natives, sank into the beanbag chair, and sighed comfortably.

Xiao Wu skillfully kicked off her shoes, jumped onto another sofa, sat cross-legged, drank milk tea, and waved to Wang Sheng, who was still in a daze.

"Hey, you kneeling there, stop spacing out. Distribute what's on the ground to everyone, and remember to take your trash outside so you don't get my carpet dirty."

"Okay! I'm off!"

Wang Sheng had completely embraced the role of the housekeeper, jumping up and down excitedly to distribute sausages to the work-study students, his face beaming with the joy of serving capital.

The entire dormitory instantly erupted into a festive atmosphere, like celebrating the Lunar New Year.

"Thank you, Dad!"

"Godfather, please accept my bow!"

"This sausage smells so good! I'm so excited!"

……

Squeak~~~

The entrance to Dormitory 7, through the newly installed, thick, soundproof, and burglarproof door, was pushed open.

A young man, carrying a tattered bundle covered in patches, dressed in simple clothes, and looking travel-worn, stood at the door.

It was Tang San who arrived late.

Tang San stood at the door, completely frozen.

His hand was still on the doorknob, and his small eyes were now wide open, bigger than copper bells.

Before they arrived, Village Chief Jack repeatedly warned them that the dormitory conditions for work-study students were harsh, with dozens of people crammed into one large communal bed, the air thick with the smell of sweat, and the risk of being bullied by their roommates and having their blankets stolen.

Tang San had prepared himself for the worst, and even secretly fastened a hidden arrow in his sleeve, ready to establish his authority with force as soon as he entered.

But he never expected that this would be the scene that greeted his eyes.

The stone floor, which should have been dirty and messy, has disappeared.

Instead, the floor is covered with neatly arranged, soft synthetic fiber carpets.

The moldy walls were covered with snow-white integrated wall panels, and a soft LED ceiling light even hung on the ceiling.

Even more outrageous, the original large communal bed was partitioned into more than a dozen independent small rooms.

Each cubicle contains a latex mattress, brand-new velvet bedding, and even a separate desk and small lamp.

Meanwhile, in the central common rest area of ​​the dormitory, which had been deliberately left empty, there was a set of genuine leather sofas.

Su Yun was lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed, casually rummaging through his large silver backpack like a spendthrift.

"Wang Sheng, right? Here's a big bag of gluten for you."

"Hey you, go vacuum the carpet again. This Silver Soul coin is a tip."

"And you all, don't fight over it, everyone gets a share! We're in a good mood today, so everything's on Su Gongzi's plate!"

With a casual wave of his hand, Su Yun sent a bunch of colorful snack bags and a few silver coins flying through the air in a graceful arc.

Splash!

Wang Sheng, who was supposed to be the leader of Dormitory 7 and a bully of freshmen, was now leading a group of work-study students, surrounding Su Yun's feet like a group of devout believers.

Seeing the snacks flying towards him, Wang Sheng pounced like a hungry tiger, precisely catching the bag of spicy strips. A smile, even more radiant than seeing his own father, spread across his face, and his voice boomed loudly:

"Thank you for the generous gift, Godfather!!!"

"Godfather is so generous! Godfather is in good health!!"

The other work-study students, while scrambling for the beef jerky and potato chips on the ground, shouted in unison without any restraint:

"Thank you, Su Yun's dad!!"

On the other side...

Xiao Wu, holding a rolled-up renovation blueprint, stood on a chair, imperiously directing the older students:

"Move that vase a little to the left! It's blocking the light!"

"And that bed sheet! Make sure it's smoothed out!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Sister Xiaowu! We'll fix it right away!"

The two senior students bowed and scraped, barely daring to breathe loudly.

Warm, luxurious, and filled with the scent of money.

Apart from Tang San, who was frozen in place at the entrance, everything here seemed so harmonious.

Tang San stepped back somewhat bewildered and looked up at the door number.

【Seventh Dormitory】

That's right.

He looked down at his faded old clothes and then at the palace-like decor of the room.

A strong, unreal sense of absurdity welled up inside me.

"This...is this really a dormitory for poor students doing part-time jobs?"

"Did Grandpa Jack lie to me? Are part-time workers actually the ones who enjoy privileged treatment?"

Just as Tang San was questioning his existence, Su Yun, who was scattering money on the sofa, caught a glimpse of a figure at the door.

He pushed up his sunglasses, looked at the patched-up boy, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Su Yun waved towards the door.

"Oh, another new person?"

"Don't just stand there. Come in and close the door, all the air conditioning is going to escape."

Su Yun casually pulled a bag of spicy strips from her bag and threw it over:

"The last bed is yours. Take it, consider it a small gift."

Tang San subconsciously raised his hand and, relying on his Xuan Yu Hand and Crane Control and Dragon Capture skills, steadily caught the bag of spicy strips.

"Who are you? Is this still the work-study student dormitory?"

Seeing this, Wang Sheng immediately came over, looking at Tang San with envy, then pointed at Su Yun and introduced him with great familiarity:

"Newcomer, standing before you is—"

"The absolute ruler of Dormitory 7, the shatterer of the chains of poverty, the king of calories, the guardian of the fried food industry, the founder of Nezha Burger, the inventor of Happy Water and Fat House Drink, and the kind old father to all of us work-study students—Dad Su Yun!"

Tang San held the spicy strips, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

Is this small dormitory big enough to house so many people?

Su Yun... Dad...?

Godfather...?

Do city kids... play such elaborate games?