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"This is not just your 'territory'," Ao Bing calmly retorted, "This is our shared living space. Your chaos affects my study and quality of life."
"Oh, here we go again with 'quality of life'!" Nezha exaggeratedly gestured with air quotes. "It's just a few pieces of clothing! Why make such a big deal out of it?"
Ao Bing took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "This is not just about a few pieces of clothing. It's about respecting our shared living space. If you can't understand that, then our conflicts will likely be difficult to resolve."
"Oh, please, as if we have such a harmonious relationship!" Nezha scoffed. "Don't forget, if it weren't for the leak in the dormitory, I wouldn't be in this hellhole!"
Ao Bing fell silent for a moment, then slowly stood up and took a folder from the bookshelf, pulling out a piece of paper.
"Since that's the case, I think we need clear rules to avoid further conflict." He handed the paper to Nezha. "This is the Dormitory Living Agreement for Dormitory Building Four, which all residents must abide by."
Nezha took the paper and quickly skimmed through it, his expression growing increasingly grim:
**Dormitory Building Four Living Agreement**
1. Keep the environment clean; do not litter. Make your bed and organize your personal area daily.
2. Respect others' schedules; no loud noises after ten PM and do not use electronic devices that disturb others' rest.
3. No smoking, drinking, cooking, or storing flammable or explosive materials in the dormitory.
4. Take care of public facilities; damages must be compensated at full value.
5. Conserve water and electricity; please turn off all appliances and faucets when leaving the dormitory.
6. No overnight guests; entry of the opposite sex is strictly prohibited.
7. Maintain good hygiene habits; regularly clean personal items and ensure proper ventilation in the room.
8. Violations of these rules will result in warnings for minor offenses and possible eviction for serious breaches.
"What the hell is this?" Nezha crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it on the ground. "Who would follow such twisted rules? No phones after ten at night? No loud talking? Are you running a monastery?"
Ao Bing, expressionless, bent down to pick up the crumpled paper, carefully smoothing it out. "These are not rules I made; they are the school's uniform requirements for Dormitory Building Four. If you can't accept them, you can apply to change dormitories."
"You think I wouldn't want to?" Nezha snapped angrily. "But the school is short on dorm space right now; there's nowhere to switch!"
"Then, for this week, I hope you can respect these rules," Ao Bing said as he placed the paper back into the folder. "It's beneficial for both sides."
Nezha gritted his teeth in frustration but had no retort. Ao Bing was right; these were school regulations, not his personal wishes. Yet, the suffocating feeling of being bound by rules reminded Nezha of his father's various demands and restrictions from his childhood, stirring an instinctive desire to rebel.
"Fine, just wait!" Nezha said fiercely before turning and storming out of the dormitory, slamming the door behind him with a loud bang that echoed down the hallway.
Ao Bing looked at the closed door and sighed softly. He knew he might have been too strict, but order and rules were as natural to him as breathing; they were values instilled in him since childhood. As the heir of the Dragon Tribe, he had to maintain discipline and restraint at all times—this had become part of his character.
"Father, what should I do?" Ao Bing gazed out of the window, softly asking as if seeking guidance from the person who had already left this world.
Outside, the sun shone brightly, and leaves rustled gently in the breeze; everything seemed so peaceful. But Ao Bing knew this was merely the calm before the storm.
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