Managed Rather Leniently
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"I won't switch," Mo Wen laughed. It was such an interesting dormitory; why would he leave? He knew nothing of the country's ancient martial arts world. Maybe he could come in contact with other ancient martial art practitioners in the country through his roommates.
He was curious though. Were the Earth's ancient martial arts practitioners stronger? Or were ancient martial arts practitioners from his world stronger?
While Mo Wen and Shen Jing were having dinner, two knocks were suddenly heard on the door, then the door of their private room burst open uninvited.
A youth dressed in a white suit waltzed into the private room and seated himself in the seat beside Shen Jing.
"Su Boyu, what do you want?" Shen Jing's delicate eyebrows pressed slightly. Her facial expression was displeased as she looked at the youth before her.