Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 15 Roommate
"The last one, Tang Wulin, right?"

This is the last student whose case hasn't been processed yet.

His gaze fell on Tang Wulin, and after glancing down at the documents, Long Hengxu's tone softened.

"I already know the details of what happened. This isn't your fault, so I won't punish you. However, your spirit, Blue Silver Grass, was originally assigned to Class 5."

Tang Wulin looked up in surprise, expecting to be punished. After all, he hadn't been injured, while Zhou Changxi was seriously injured.

It seems this teacher isn't as fierce and cold as he looks.

"Don't get too excited yet," Long Hengxu said calmly. "Although there was a reason for it, the damage to public property still needs to be compensated. I'll have the finance department calculate the repair costs for the windows later, and you should remember to pay the money."

"Pay money?" Tang Wulin was stunned; he had no money.

The intermediate college is compulsory education and includes room and board, so he didn't bring much money with him.

Moreover, the family's financial situation did not allow it.

He only had three thousand federal dollars given to him by his father, which was his allowance for the entire semester.

"No."

Su Qiu stepped forward.

Everyone looked at him with suspicion.

“Zhou Changxi has to pay for this.”

It's a matter of fact.

In Su Qiu's view, the cause was that Zhou Changxi wanted to bully his roommates.

Even if Zhou Changxi is the one who suffers, it's unacceptable for Tang Wulin to be unharmed.

Bullying is bullying.

He should be the one to pay the compensation.

Long Hengxu hesitated. If any other student dared to contradict him, he would have kicked them out long ago.

But it was Su Qiu who contradicted him. If he angered Su Qiu, the young master of Donghai, he would be expelled by the principal tomorrow for stepping into the academy with his left foot first.

Tang Wulin was also invigorated and looked at Su Qiu with gratitude.

Zhou Changxi was displeased, his face turning ashen. He was about to speak when he noticed Tang Wulin's happy figure, and his wounds suddenly throbbed with pain, forcing him to abandon his argument.

They then turned their pleading gaze to Long Hengxu.

Teacher, teacher, please talk to him! Why are you just watching?

"Okay." In the end, Long Hengxu's cold voice brought the matter to a close.

"Go back now. If you fight again, I'll put a record of it in your files. These files might affect your future education and whether you can become mecha pilots."

After leaving the teaching office, Su Qiu went straight to his dormitory. He hadn't made his bed yet and didn't know if his other roommates had arrived.

At this moment, Tang Wulin approached, his eyes sincere and his tone earnest as he thanked him: "Thank you. My name is Tang Wulin. May I ask what your name is?"

"I will repay you in the future."

"It's a small matter. I can't stand school bullying." Su Qiu's eyes flickered slightly as she reached out and placed her hand on Tang Wulin's other shoulder.

"Don't talk about repaying me, just do me a favor."

"what's up?"

"You're roommates, so keep an eye on Zhou Changxi for me. If he bullies others again, tell me immediately."

"what?"

Tang Wulin was initially incredulous, but then immediately assured him, "Okay, I'll definitely keep an eye on him."

At the same time, he thought to himself, "Su Qiu is such a righteous person. Sure enough, not everyone in the city is bad. There are also good people like my senior and Su Qiu."

The thought of Su Qiu planning to go to Class 5 flashed through Tang Wulin's mind, and he silently decided that he should learn more from him in the future.

Back in the dormitory, someone had already arrived at one of the bunk beds.

"Are you our roommate?" One of them was quite handsome, with side-swept bangs. He raised his hand in greeting and seemed very friendly.

Su Qiu, however, sensed a hint of arrogance in his tone; his friendliness stemmed from his confidence in his own abilities.

Before Su Qiu could respond, the other person spoke first: "Hello, my name is Wang Jinxi, my martial soul is Bone Dragon King. May I ask what your martial soul is?"

Wang Jinxi was extremely thin, with cold eyes, and he exuded a dark aura at all times. "Huh?" Zhang Yangzi was slightly surprised. He knew his childhood friend's personality very well. Usually, he was the one who took the initiative to make contact with others. Why had Wang Jinxi changed his tune today?

Martial soul?

Suddenly realizing something was wrong with his martial soul, Zhang Yangzi felt it was very slight, but he only noticed it upon closer inspection.

"Hello, my name is Su Qiu, and my martial spirit is the Sword of Victory, which you can also call the Holy Sword."

Su Qiu had no intention of hiding his twin martial souls. In this era, twin martial souls were not as advantageous as they were ten thousand years ago, so there was nothing to hide.

However, when introducing it to the public, it is usually referred to as the Holy Sword unless necessary.

He was too lazy to mention the Holy Lance because he was annoyed by the constant questions the kids asked him when he was in junior high.

"The Holy Sword?"

Just from the sound of it, you can tell that it is very likely to have the attribute of light.

Compared to Zhang Yangzi's extroverted nature, Wang Jinxi was more meticulous. As soon as Su Qiu entered the room, he discovered that his martial spirit had been suppressed.

His Bone Dragon King Martial Soul possesses dark attributes, so it seems he was suppressed by the opponent's light attributes.

The suppression was already established without even summoning the martial spirit. Just how high is the light attribute of this Holy Sword Martial Spirit?

This is also why Wang Jinxi introduced himself first; he has the most basic respect for the strong.

"Um, my name is Zhang Yangzi, and my martial soul is the Dark Illusionary Demon Eagle." His childhood friend charged ahead first, and Zhang Yangzi had no choice but to follow.

"There's still one person left in our dorm. Hasn't he arrived yet?"

As Su Qiu unpacked her luggage, took out a quilt, and made the bed, she kept talking, chatting with her future roommate with whom she would be spending a long time.

"Yes, when we arrived, we only had your luggage; the other person hadn't arrived yet."

Gradually, Su Qiu became familiar with them.

Just as we were having a pleasant conversation, an unfriendly voice broke in.

"It's quite lively, isn't it?"

A young man walked in through the door, his expression somewhat gloomy. His tone was sharp and sarcastic, making people uncomfortable.

He pointed at Su Qiu.

"Hey, you, go to the top bunk. I want the bottom bunk."

The seemingly casual gesture actually revealed the gloomy young man's deep displeasure with Su Qiu's handsome appearance.

His sunny and handsome appearance made him somewhat jealous.

"Ugh"

With a helpless sigh, Su Qiu couldn't understand why so many people liked to bully others right after the start of the semester.

First it was Zhou Changxi, and now it's this person.

"I'm talking to you, get out of my way."

The gloomy-faced boy approached, seemingly intending to push him.

"Tsk."

Snapped!
Su Qiu impatiently slapped him across the face with her backhand. The speed was so fast that even Zhang Yangzi, the eagle-type martial soul owner who was watching from the sidelines, didn't see it clearly.

"boom."

The slap was extremely vicious; the gloomy young man drew an arc in the air, spun two and a half times, and then crashed to the ground.

"You're asking for it!"

His right cheek was numb from the slap, and the gloomy boy's speech was somewhat unclear. He stood up angrily.

Two yellow spirit rings appeared beneath his feet, his body shimmered with azure light, and a small azure snake appeared on his shoulder.

"generally."

Su Qiu didn't even want to use his martial spirit. He instantly closed in, preparing for close combat and overwhelming his opponent with pure numerical superiority.

Faced with the rapidly approaching figure, the gloomy youth couldn't react in time; the speed was too fast.

　Please don't scold me, the author is too sensitive.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)