Being forced to grow like a pig? But I'm immune to the consequences!

night.

After finishing his training session, Wu Sheng returned to his dormitory.

On the way, they bumped into the group from Suoguli who were returning from dinner.

"Brother Wu!" Suoguli smiled as soon as he saw him. "What a coincidence! The restaurant we went to today was really good. Let's go there together for a meal sometime!"

Wu Sheng nodded: "Okay."

The group chatted and laughed as they returned to their dormitory.

Push open the door—

Yan Liang was alone in the room.

However, his condition seemed somewhat different from usual.

Like... listlessness? Or dejection?

The group only glanced at it before going about their own business.

"Where did you go?" Yan Liang suddenly asked.

Nobody wanted to talk to him.

Only Zhao Dele casually replied, "Let's go eat."

Yan Liang didn't say anything more.

Wu Sheng took his toiletries to take a shower. When he came out and was about to lie down, Yan Liang suddenly spoke again:

"Wu Sheng, how did you find that sparring partner job?"

Wu Sheng didn't even lift his eyelids and went straight back to his bedside.

He couldn't be bothered with that kind of person.

Seeing his reaction, Yan Liang's face flashed with displeasure, and he muttered something under his breath:

"Tch, fine, I won't tell you then."

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for the people inside the room to hear.

Wu Sheng's gaze swept over them, his eyes turning colder.

He didn't want to deal with Yan Liang, but if this guy insisted on causing trouble—he wouldn't mind taking action. For trash like this, violence was the most direct solution.

Zhao Dele also looked at Yan Liang, a cold smile playing on his lips.

This Yan Liang is truly inhuman.

He pondered in his mind whether he should think of a way to help Wu Sheng teach this guy a lesson.

Before he could even think it through—

There was movement in the ligament.

He strode up to Yan Liang and, without saying a word, kicked him!

Caught off guard, Yan Liang tumbled off the bed and crashed heavily to the floor!

"What are you barking like a dog?" Soguli looked down at him, her voice as cold as ice.

Yan Liang was stunned by the kick.

He scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide with disbelief: "What the hell gave you the right to kick me?!"

"I'm asking you, what are you barking like a dog?" Soguri repeated, his tone even colder.

What I say is none of your business!

"Who do you think you are?" Soguli sneered. "Why should Brother Wu tell you? I ask you—why should he tell you?"

"What's it to you!"

"What does this have to do with me?" Soguli stepped forward, his fierce aura causing Yan Liang to instinctively shrink back. "Let me tell you—it's targeting you, so what?"

Yan Liang's face, with its pointed chin and monkey-like cheeks, turned bright red.

He felt humiliated in public and couldn't save face. Enraged, he roared and pounced on them.

But how could someone like him, who spends all his time scheming, be a match for Suo Guli?

Suoguli was tall and strong, and they had been fighting since they were young. It would only take him two or three blows to deal with him.

A flurry of punches and kicks ensued—Yan Liang was once again knocked to the ground.

Soguli looked down at him, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"You don't even know who you are. The people in our dorm don't want to deal with you, and you still have to yell at them. Let me tell you, it's lucky we're in this dorm—if this were anywhere else, it wouldn't just be a beating."

He paused, his tone carrying an ultimatum-like undertone:

"From now on, if you're going to stay in this dorm, either keep a low profile or get out."

He genuinely felt that the group had already been quite generous to Yan Liang. (Welcome to Cola Novels, a vast collection of novels awaits your exploration!)

They've already been more than kind by not deliberately provoking or targeting this two-faced scoundrel. And now this guy dares to make sarcastic and mocking remarks?

They absolutely deserve a beating.

"If you're unhappy, you can go and complain to the instructors," Soguli sneered. "It's just a few days' worth of resources, what do I, Soguli, have to be afraid of? But remember this—if you dare bark like a dog in the dorm again, I'll tear your mouth off."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to his bedside.

Yan Liang lay on the ground for a while before slowly getting up.

He didn't dare utter another sound, silently returned to his seat, head down, lost in thought.

Wu Sheng glanced at Suo Guli and nodded slightly.

He didn't expect Soguli to stand up for him directly.

He remembered this kindness.

Soguli simply nodded without saying anything more.

Zhao Dele felt a little regretful as he watched this scene.

He still wasn't quick enough to think things through—if he were a little faster, he would have been the one to stand up for Wu Sheng just now.

Zhang Lin and Tu Nan looked at Yan Liang coldly, without the slightest sympathy.

After these past few days, they had long since seen through what kind of person Yan Liang was. From today onwards, they would completely sever ties with him.

The dormitory fell silent.

Only Yan Liang huddled in the corner, like a dog with its tail between its legs.

……

The sixth day since arriving at the Martial Arts Academy.

Everything seemed normal. However, Yan Liang didn't deliberately try to contact Xu Fei and the others as usual, nor did he attempt to reconnect with Zhao Dele and the others. He seemed lost in thought, spending his days alone in a corner of the training ground, silently cultivating.

However, it wouldn't be accurate to say that Yan Liang and Xu Fei had completely fallen out.

He didn't argue or quarrel with anyone.

He just held his breath and buried himself in finishing the work.

In his opinion, it would be unwise to break ties with Xu Fei and the others. He had already decided that once this week's mission was over, he would never team up with them again—but he had to get the points for this week, so no matter how humiliating it was, he had to endure it.

So he just put up with the humiliation and cleaned the training ground by himself.

However, after finishing his work that night, Yan Liang did not leave immediately.

He walked to the entrance of the training ground and looked towards the advanced training ground, as if he was waiting for someone.

Not long after, two figures emerged from the advanced training ground.

Wu Sheng and Cheng Mingyuan.

The two stopped at the door, exchanged a few words, and waved goodbye. Wu Sheng turned and left, while Cheng Mingyuan prepared to return to his dormitory.

Yan Liang's eyes lit up, and he quickly went to meet him.

"Hello, classmate!"

Cheng Mingyuan turned around at the sound and saw a short boy with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face walking towards him, with a fawning smile on his face that he was trying to make look natural.

He frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled—was this person calling him?

"Hello, classmate, my name is Yan Liang, and I'm Wu Sheng's friend." Yan Liang approached and spoke warmly, "I wanted to ask if you have any friends who need sparring partners? I can do that, and it's cheap—just one potential potion every four days."

His original plan was to snatch Wu Sheng's business at a lower price and become his sparring partner.

But he wasn't that irrational.

What if the other party values ​​Wu Sheng's skills or something similar?

His behavior is tantamount to bringing shame upon himself. It might even backfire and offend people.

So he decided to use Wu Sheng's name to help him find other trainees from advanced training grounds to be his employers.