The aftermath of the violent storm completely dissipated, and Wang Sheng's face was still shocked and panicked that he had not yet settled.

No matter what, he is just a twelve-year-old child. When facing people who are stronger than himself, he still has more instinctive fear than impulsiveness.

Seeing that Qian Bing simply took Bobo back, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked tentatively:

"Little soldier...oh no, Qian Bing, did you use your soul skill just now?"

Qian Bing took Tang Sanzheng to the Qishu at this time. When he heard Wang Sheng’s question, he nodded faintly.

"So you have already obtained the first soul ring and are a soul master? Oh my God, you are only 6 years old, what can you do!"

Although the students present had an answer in their hearts, they had obtained the confirmation from Qian Bing and still exclaimed and all surrounded them.

"It's really a soul skill! So powerful, no wonder even the boss of King Sheng is no match."

Qian Bing shook his head.

"It's just the first soul skill, and you will get it soon."

While answering, he walked over the crowd at the door and walked into Qishe. He came to a bed that was closer to the entrance, turned to Tang San and said:

"Let's choose these two beds next to each other. If you have any questions, you can take care of them. You can get closer to the door. Get up early and exercise will not disturb others."

Tang San had no doubts about his arrangements and nodded and said "Okay".

After arranging Tang San, Qian Bing asked the old student inside indifferently:

"It seems that the college has not prepared bedding for freshmen. Where can I buy these daily necessities?"

Wang Sheng had already withdrawn the suspicion on his face at this time, and came to Qian Bing again. When he saw him asking questions, he answered:

"We are all work-students or subsidized students who have received the college subsidy. The tuition fees have been waived by the college. Of course, we will not prepare bedding or something for us.

The college’s convenience store is in the canteen of the teaching building, and the things sold in it are not cheap. If you don’t bring your bedding, you might as well use mine first.”

Qian Bing glanced at Wang Sheng's quilt, and the back was almost yellow. Obviously, there were a lot of dust and saliva left on it, so he resisted his kindness.

Although he knew that it was unethical to dislike others' kindness so much, when he thought of the "sour smell of youth" emitted from it, Qian Bing quickly waved his hand and said:

"No, thank you, I will find a way."

Wang Sheng found that Qian Bing under normal conditions seemed to be a very easy person to get along with, so he plucked up his courage and asked:

"Why did you show mercy just now?"

He was not a fool, and he could see that Bobo's last storm obviously did not target him. If Qian Bing did not hold back in the end, he would definitely not be able to stand here safely now.

Qian Bing said calmly:

"We are classmates, not enemies."

A complex light flashed in Wang Sheng's eyes.

"I'm sorry just now. Every freshman living in Qishu has to face these things. Everyone has experienced these things. Because of their origin, Qishu students have never been looked down upon by other students, so we must unite. I hope you can unite with us..."

Qian Bing smiled and said:

"So, are you going to give us a warning?"

Wang Sheng's face turned red and showed a kind of honest smile.

"Yes, I just didn't expect that my power was not good, but instead gave you an opportunity to kill the chicken to warn the monkey. However, you are really amazing. You should have just reached the age of six and became a soul master. I lost with confidence."

Qian Bing nodded and said nothing.

Wang Sheng is a familiar person, so he is not polite to sit down on the bed chosen by Qian Bing.

"If you defeat me, you will be the boss of our Qishu in the future."

Qian Bing immediately waved his hand and said, "I'm here to study, so let's forget it as the boss."

Wang Sheng said seriously: "Whoever has a hard fist is the boss. This is a tradition in Qishe. The boss of Qishe is not a gimmick, it is a chore. It is not a boast, I'm not a boast, you see."

Speaking of this, he pulled open his sleeves, and there were seven or eight purple scars on his arms.

Qian Bing had expected that there was no surprise too much, and Tang San's face was full of surprise, which obviously refreshed his impression of Wang Sheng.

"This was done when we first arrived at the college yesterday. The students in our seventh house were all from poor families. Students in other dormitories often find fault and bully us. As the bosses of the dormitories, they must stand up for their brothers. I wish I could transfer this responsibility to you as soon as possible."

The other students also looked at Qian Bing at this time, with a hint of hope in their eyes.

It has to be said that protecting the weak and resisting bullies is a heroic complex that the passionate boy will not lack in his heart. Of course, Qian Bing is willing to act as the protective umbrella of Qishe, but he still humbly pushed Tang San out.

"I am very willing to take action when others bully our Qishe Academy, but I am already a soul master. It is unfair to other dormitories if everything is up to me.

Let’s do this, Tang San is also innately full of soul power and very strong. In the future, let him be the boss of the Qishe. I will be a military advisor for you behind the scenes."

Speaking of this, Qian Bing patted Tang San on the back and pushed him forward.

"Tang San, you also saw that my soul skills are not suitable for frequent attacks. If you are not careful, you will hurt your classmates. We are here to study, not to hurt people, so are you willing to take responsibility for the boss of Qishe?"

With the education that Tang San received in his previous life, his chivalrous spirit, sense of justice and responsibility were much better than everyone present. He nodded and nodded and said:

"Okay, I won't watch the classmates in the dormitory be bullied, but the boss's name is..."

Halfway through his words, a crisp sound came from outside.

"Is this Qishe?"

Inside the seventh house, everyone looked at the door in the sound, and their eyes suddenly became a little straight.

I saw a pretty little girl standing at the door. It seemed that she was not much the same age as Qian Bing and Tang San, and she was almost the same height.

The pretty little face is white and red, and the pink and tender look is like a ripe peach, which makes people feel urged to take a bite. The long black hair is combed into a scorpion braid and drooping over the buttocks, and the big watery eyes are curious.

Although she was dressed very simply, she looked very neat. She also held a brand new school uniform in her hand, and it seemed that she was also a freshman who entered the school this year.

The students in the dormitory were all boys. Suddenly, they saw such a beautiful little girl, and they were all stunned and even had some pink imaginations in their hearts.

Tang San had a relatively conservative concept. Seeing such a beautiful girl who wanted to live in Qishe, she couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Can we get married here?"

Wang Sheng nodded, lowered his voice and replied:
Chapter completed!