Next Door Lao Wang Reserve

In early September, the gates of the various campuses of Shen City University opened to welcome new students arriving to register.

Seniors wearing school uniforms and student council armbands, with weapons either on their backs or hanging from their waists, were fully armed as they waited for the new students to arrive.

Some parents were frightened by this scene and hastily asked the new students beside them, "Is this school or prison? Why is it so intimidating?"

The new students scratched their heads and guessed, "It's probably to prevent us from fighting."

When hot-blooded young men are put together, there will inevitably be some friction as they determine the pecking order in the dorms.

The school was prepared for this, having experienced it every year.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the school entrance, which quickly turned to silence.

The new students and parents looked towards the source of the noise.

A black-haired youth walked through the gates with his backpack. He had good posture and a calm expression.

Words like handsome and elegant could all be used to describe this young man.

If it was just his looks, it wouldn't have caused such a stir. What really caught people's attention was his extraordinary aura of strength.

After a moment of restlessness, they quietly watched him leave.

Only after he had gone did the new students and parents start whispering, afraid of disturbing something.

"Son, it looks like you won't get first place. Just try your best to get second place. Dad will give you extra pocket money."

"Dad, don't daydream in broad daylight. You think I can get second place without your pocket money?"

"If others can do it, why can't you?"

"If I could, I wouldn't be your son."

"You little rascal, asking for a beating?"

Apart from these conversations that damaged family relationships, some others watched Qi Yuan's back with fighting spirit.

They had a premonition that he would be their rival for the top spot in their grade.

After registering and collecting his materials, Qi Yuan went to the dorm building arranged by the school.

Rather than a student dormitory, it was more like a complex of large villas.

Each villa housed ten students, with private bedrooms for each, as well as shared facilities like a kitchen, indoor gym, and media room.

Those on school teams could apply for solo living spaces. Other than utilities, there were no additional fees.

Of course, not just anyone could get onto the school teams, which represented the peak combat strength of the university.

Although the campus was less safe than the city center, the school had carefully balanced protecting student safety and not hindering their growth.

Qi Yuan put down his backpack in his room, then went to the delivery depot to retrieve the items he had shipped over earlier and bring them back to the dorm.

The dorm was soon furnished with daily necessities, the beginnings of a home for the next four years.

Knock knock knock.

Someone was at the door. There was a peephole installed so occupants could check if it was a monster or human outside.

But Qi Yuan didn't bother looking. He opened the door directly.

He had assumed it was another student dropping by, but instead it was the dorm Casanova.

"Miss, may I ask if you are married?"

Liao Shiquan leaned against the wall with one arm up, gazing deeply as he spoke.

The woman had an attractive figure. She stood with arms crossed and straight legs overlapping, full crimson lips parting to utter a single word.

"Scram!"

Sensing the threat in the woman's eyes, Liao Shiquan obediently withdrew his hand, but his words kept trying to climb the pole.

"Miss, my name is Liao Shiquan. I've been single for a long time. Don't worry, I'm very virtuous."

"Oh right, have you been married? If not, I won't pursue you."

The woman scoffed. "What, are you a Minotaur warrior? Specializing as the dorm Casanova?"

Liao Shiquan smiled, looking quite refined if one ignored his lecherous words. He could probably fool some young girls.

"Of course not, but I can be that for you."

"It would be great if you were divorced."

The woman's impassive expression faltered, shocked by his shamelessness.

"Psycho! If you're not married, don't look for me."

Liao Shiquan immediately switched faces like a Peking opera performer, reverting to the refined gentleman Qi Yuan first met. He dusted off his hands.

"You should have said you weren't married earlier, wasting my time."

Then he remembered why he was here and looked over at Qi Yuan, who was sitting there still holding peanuts.

Was he observing something?

Liao Shiquan thought silently as he scanned the surroundings, but didn't notice anything amiss.

Hmm... although Qi Yuan looks like he's watching a show, he definitely isn't. There's something I missed...

He swept the area again with sharp eyes.

The shadows in the corner were off.

Found you!

Eavesdropper!

Liao Shiquan faced the eavesdropper and said coldly, "Still not planning to come out?"

At his words, the eavesdropper responded, "Sorry, I didn't mean to. Wait, let me grab my luggage first."

Then came the sound of a suitcase bumping on the stairs.

A person emerged from the stairwell carrying luggage, an awkward look on his face.

"I happened to run into you guys..."

"Uh, didn't want to interrupt your flirting, so I was waiting it out."

Liao Shiquan recognized this excuse-maker.

"Gao Changze, long time no see."

They had graduated from the same high school and had some history.

Gao Changze greeted them, "Long time no see. My room's upstairs, I'll get out of your way."

"Alright."

After he left, Liao Shiquan looked back at Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan had already stowed the spectator props since there was no more drama.

"You've got decent skills. Getting first place in our grade won't be easy for me, it seems."

Qi Yuan was caught off guard by Liao Shiquan abruptly bringing this up. He realized the students at Shen City University all had the heart of a warrior.

Back in high school, most people wouldn't come up to him and say things like this.

Today, Qi Yuan sensed many appraising looks, not just from Liao Shiquan.

Unfortunately, his fiery passion was no longer focused on beating up college students...

So Qi Yuan calmly replied, "I'm decent. I wouldn't have issues against you guys."

This was the truth. Qi Yuan had properly assessed their skills.

Such arrogance?

Liao Shiquan raised a brow. "Don't overturn the car later."

"You're right."

Qi Yuan didn't refute him. He really hadn't seen all the new students yet, so he couldn't judge if there were any hidden super geniuses among them.

The woman Liao Shiquan had cornered earlier lazily drawled, "Handsome boy, I believe in you."

"My useless younger brother is next door. Please bear with him."

The useless younger brother next door immediately responded, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"Whether I leave or not, what's it to you?"

"You're harassing my classmate and it's none of my business?"

"When she was harassing me, how come you didn't say anything?"

"I'd be thrilled if someone blind took a liking to you."

The woman coldly laughed. "Oh, just you wait. I'll train you well when we get home."

The bespectacled man immediately shut up, exemplifying the low status of a family's younger brother.

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