I’m Xiao Wu, Wu of Dancing (2)

The current situation would appear extremely strange. Xiao Wu's two legs actually wound about Tang San's neck, resting on top of Tang San's shoulders, upper body bent back with both palms supporting on the ground. Both soft legs were like springs, actually wringing Tang San's neck and making him tumble backwards.

Fortunately Xiao Wu was young, and right now wearing pants. If replaced by a skirt, then probably...

Tang San didn't have experience from fighting girls. Just now when Xiao Wu's first leg wound about his neck, he could of course respond somewhat, but because of lifting the leg, the bottom of Xiao Wu's trouser leg naturally rolled up somewhat, and the lower leg sticking close to his neck was already bare. The delicate skin of the girl's calf like satin, suddenly caused Tang San's feelings to fluctuate a moment, and his reaction was half a beat slow.

Just as both of Xiao Wu's hands pushed off the floor, both legs at the same time exerted strength, and Tang San remembered the burden on his shoulders too late. After all, a person's neck was weak, and he was again still only a child. Even bearing the strain for a short while with skill, the neck was very easily injured. He could only let Xiao Wu bring his body to a fall.

Tang San discovered that Xiao Wu's technique of both legs using force with hands pushing the ground, gave free rein to her whole effective strength. Unexpectedly, it was somewhat similar to the lower leg emitting strength method hammering style his father taught.

Falling face up on the ground, since Xiao Wu's physical strength certainly was not great and Tang San also had Mysterious Heaven skill to protect his body, he naturally could not be injured.

Felling Tang San, Xiao Wu already nimbly stood on the ground. Turning around and faintly smiling, she looked at him.

Tang San was clambering to his feet. Just like Wang Sheng, for him a defeat was a defeat; being careless was no excuse. He knew that when Xiao Wu grabbed and threw him she was already lenient. Otherwise, tangling both her legs around his neck would not result in it being only a simple fall.

It was still the first time Tang San had encountered this kind of technique. In his opinion, the martial arts of his original world did not seem to have a similar way. However, this kind of technique was also highly dangerous: if at that time his response had been a little faster, then at that close range, attacking Xiao Wu's body didn't seem difficult at all.

"I've lost. Can you tell me, what skill did you use just now?"

Tang San's face was slightly red. In his heart musing, his time as the room seven boss was probably the shortest.

Xiao Wu said with a winsome smile:

"I call this Soft Skill. Utilizing the body's litheness and stretchability masterfully."

By now, the dormitory students had all along been watching with gaping expressions, particularly Wang Sheng. Tang San who defeated him already gave him a somewhat fantastic feeling, and now Tang San had been subdued in one hit by this beautiful little girl. His eyes were wide since long ago. In his heart he thought, why were this year's new working students all so fierce?

Tang San who originally had no idea regarding the position as dormitory boss, said:

"In accordance with dormitory rules, you defeated me, so hereafter you are the room senior of this dormitory, and also the boss of this group of people."

In Xiao Wu's eyes showed a trace of pleasant surprise, not much surprise, and a flourishing delight,

"Boss? That seems very interesting. Good. Then from here on I'm your boss. Becoming a working student seems a very good thing."

Xiao Wu selected a bed next to Tang San, picking up her package and school uniform from behind and setting them there.

"Then, who of you will give me an introduction to our academy's state of affairs?"

Xiao Wu looked at everyone who did not utter a word in reply.

Right now these students were just gradually getting over the shock, when Xiao Wu just now threw Tang San so extremely agilely, made them in their hearts somewhat fearful.

It was still Wang Sheng who stood up.

"Us working students are actually responsible for sweeping clean the academy, our teacher is responsible for arranging specific jobs. The academy altogether has six grades, every grade has a class. You boss and Tang San are newly arrived, and should be first grade students. The rest of us are at least third graders, I have this year become a sixth grader. At the academy every day we attend class in the morning, then cultivate individually in the afternoon. In the morning there are generally two classes, one class is cultural knowledge, one class is spirit lore. Us working students for the most part have work in the afternoon, thereby earning income for meals."

Wang Sheng gave the other students a simple introduction. Among these working students, the best inborn spirit was Wang Sheng: not only was it a beast spirit, in combat effectiveness it was still the strongest king of beasts. His spirit power was already ninth rank, when it again rose a rank he could at graduation join a group to hunt and kill spirit beasts, thereby obtaining a spirit ring to promote his title.

Listening until Wang Sheng finished speaking, Xiao Wu gave Tang San a glance, and said:

"Tang San, what is your spirit power rank? Just now I sensed your strength was very powerful."

Tang San did not conceal it, after all on the surface his spirit was a good-for-nothing blue silver grass,

"I have innate full spirit power. Therefore my power is comparatively strong."

"Innate full spirit power?"

The students immediately cried out.

Wang Sheng's heart finally reached balance. Since Tang San's spirit power was stronger than his, defeating him was also as it should. As everyone did not have the prerequisites for a spirit ring, spirit power had a decisive effect. No wonder his strength could be greater than his. Wang Sheng's heart was pure confidence, and in his heart thought that since his spirit was a war tiger, after he and Tang San equally had gained a spirit ring and entered the spirit master title, his blue silver grass certainly would not be the equal of his war tiger.

Xiao Wu blinked, muttering some sentence.

At this time, a thirty year old teacher entered from outside,

"The new students have arrived? Stand up a moment."

Tang San and Xiao Wu simultaneously rose from their beds.

This teacher had an ordinary appearance, pale green hair, hands carrying bedding,

"Where is Tang San?"

Tang San hurriedly stepped forward.

The teacher said:

"I'm Mo Hen, you can call me teacher Mo. Tang San, this bedding is a gift from Grandmaster."

Tang San took the bedding. Although the quilt facing was gorgeous, a clear and fresh smell came to the nostrils; unexpectedly it was all brand new. In it was still a pillow. Grandmaster apparently already thought to help him.