He used superhuman strength to conquer all of American comics!

"Sorry, I went into the wrong dorm."

Los quickly closed the door, then quickly checked the phone message and dormitory number, only to find that he hadn't made a mistake.

At that moment, the dormitory door opened again.

The Chinese girl who was still changing clothes had no expression. Her face was cute and pretty, but she had a poker face and did not show any emotion or micro-expression.

As she pulled a T-shirt over her petite frame, seemingly unconcerned about her earlier wardrobe malfunction, she glanced at Los standing in the doorway:

"You must be Los. You've come to the right room; we're roommates."

Los frowned slightly, even more surprised. "The dormitories at Godotkin University are co-ed?"

"I can be a man too."

The Chinese-American girl spoke calmly, using hair gel to smooth her ear-length black hair upwards.

The next instant.

Her appearance and physique changed; her Adam's apple became prominent, her figure became tall and straight, and she transformed into a slicked-back male with a more androgynous look.

Is this the other party's ability?

Los was greatly shocked.

The male roommate, whose voice had become deep and resonant, calmly said, "You can see me on the Godotkin University app. My name is Jordan Lee. I am an intersex person who can freely switch between male and female. My abilities also change depending on whether I am male or female."

Jordan, now a man, still maintained his poker face, but still extended his right hand towards Los in a relatively friendly manner:

"Perhaps it's because we're both of Chinese descent that the school assigned us to the same dorm. Please take care of me."

"I am Los, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Los shook hands with the other person and felt like a demonic being, with a magic circle wheel spinning behind the back of his head.

Okay, he's gotten used to it! This damn world of black robes!

The school dormitory is quite large, and since only two people live there, the space is generally spacious, with a lot of private areas.

Los made a quick observation.

This roommate, who could be either male or female, had a clean and tidy bed and computer desk, with many books and expensive electronic products on display, indicating that she came from a very wealthy family. Even the T-shirt she was casually wearing was an Italian designer brand.

Los was only wearing one set of clothes and canvas shoes, with a smartphone that was worth some money, and he checked in carrying a rather unfashionable backpack.

Jordan quickly reverted to her female persona, seemingly preferring to be female in private.

She lay on her single bed opposite her, tucking her black sideburns behind her earlobe, and looked down at a book about fighting crime.

The book's author is Professor Brinkhof, whose position at Gododkin University is second only to the university president.

Jordan, who looked like a young lady, lay on the bed reading a book while actually glancing at her new roommate out of the corner of her eye.

Los, of Chinese descent.

The model is good, with handsome features, a slender figure, and a height of around 183 cm. His temperament is that of a calm and reserved science and engineering student.

His abilities are limited to enhancing and degrading non-combat items. He has virtually no personal fans online and is currently ranked 384th among students at the school.

Clearly, he was not a contender for admission to the Lamplighters' Criminal-Fighting Academy.

Jordan's thoughts drifted, and the tension that had been building within him eased slightly.

At Gododkin University, students are classmates, but also their most direct competitors.

After all, only five graduates from the entire school can sign contracts with the government each year, and very few in the school's history have the potential to join the Super Seven. It depends on both ability and luck.

Jordan secretly breathed a sigh of relief at Los's near-last ranking and developed a good impression of Los.

It's the start of the school year, and it's also springtime. The men and women walking together in the downstairs corridor exude a strong sense of hormones.

Jordan suddenly closed his book: "Loss, as roommates who will be living together for three years, how about we get to know each other a little beforehand?"

"Okay, how do we get to know each other?"

Los casually agreed, assuming it was about drinking or having a meal together, since he didn't have any money.

Unexpectedly, her female roommate across from her gently bit her moist lips, reached out and patted her own bed, her small hand touching the collar of her dress below her slender neck, her fingers sliding down from her breasts to the point where her legs were crossed.

"Want to come up?"

She made the suggestion in a very calm tone, as if inviting someone to play a two-player game.

Los almost couldn't adapt.

Are college students these days so open-minded? They invite each other to have close contact as soon as they meet, even though this is America!

of course.

He had to admit that his roommate was a true friend, and his loyalty was unquestionable.

At that moment, two low, hoarse laughs faintly echoed from the depths of my soul.

Los cursed inwardly, "These two disrespectful old ghosts!"

Jordan explained, "I'm not a casual person. I just felt that since we'd be living together in the future, and you're quite good-looking, it wouldn't be a problem if we each had our own desires."

She looked at the unmoved Ross and raised an eyebrow slightly: "Are you gay? Or rather, am I, as a woman, your type?"

"Neither."

Los was just afraid of being overworked, so he said tactfully, "I've been on a plane all day, I'm too tired."

Even if rejected.

Jordan remained expressionless, shrugged indifferently, and easily changed the subject:

"Shall we have dinner together tonight?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she could clearly sense Los's eagerness and anticipation: "Okay! I'm all ready. Shall we go to the restaurant now?"

Looking at Los, who was in high spirits and showed no signs of fatigue.

This inevitably made Jordan wonder if he lacked female charm.

Ten minutes later.

A corner of the cafeteria at Godotkin University.

At the dinner table, Jordan watched Los, who was sitting across from him, enjoying his steak and hamburger, and suddenly understood.

Okay, this guy is probably just poor.

She immediately and generously offered, "Loss, I'll pay for your meals at school from now on."

Los was wrestling with his medium-rare steak with a fork when he heard his roommate's generous words and was so moved that he almost cried.

There are still good people and true heroes in America. Where can you find a roommate like that?

Los swallowed the meat in his mouth, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and quickly replied:

"I'll keep it as a debt, and pay you back when I have the money."

"Okay, no problem."

Jordan nodded calmly, swirled the wine in his glass to let it breathe, took a small sip, and didn't dwell on the issue too much.

After dinner, the two returned to their dormitory.

Unexpectedly, as I was passing the school playground, a sarcastic remark suddenly came from behind me:

"Hey girl, you've found a boyfriend so quickly?"

Jordan frowned, and Los turned around to look. He saw a tall, muscular white young man standing behind him, along with several shirtless students in basketball uniforms.

The other man had a mocking expression, his muscular hands in his pockets, and his gaze shifted from Jordan to Los standing to the side.

"You might as well come to me; I might be able to satisfy you better."

"Rufus, are you looking for death?"

Jordan's already poker face was full of indifference as he clenched his fist in a warning.

"Come on, let me see if your ability matches your 21st place ranking in the school!"

Rufus beckoned with his finger, unimpressed.

Jordan couldn't hide his anger and was trying to tell Los, who had non-combat abilities, to stay away.

Unexpectedly, Los took a step forward and held a pen he carried on his person like a dagger in his right palm.