A trace of disdain suddenly crossed Li Yusong's face.
He had no respect for Yu Xiaogang's title of "Master."
He especially looked down upon those who had used illicit means to enter the academy.
Just then, Tang San turned and pointed in Yu Xiaogang's direction.
"That's my teacher. I'm sure you've met him."
Yu Xiaogang, in the distance, symbolically raised a hand and waved in his direction.
Li Yusong's expression turned even more grim.
"What are you looking for me for?"
Why did he feel like Tang San was showing off?
His spirit was the hopeless, useless Blue Silver Grass.
His first spirit was still ten years old, the worst of years.
Entered Shrek Academy through the backdoor through illicit means.
And are they still pretending now?
Although Li Yusong despised Tang San and Yu Xiaogang, he didn't show it.
After all, he had to give the Dean face.
As long as they didn't do anything particularly outrageous to provoke him, he would just ignore them.
Tang San was a little surprised; he hadn't expected Old Deng to maintain that expression even after seeing his teacher.
He curled his lips and said,
"This is what I mean."
"My teacher asked me to ask you where Vice Dean Zhao Wuji's office is?"
Where is Vice Dean Zhao Wuji's office?
Li Yusong was a little confused as to why they were going to see the Vice Dean.
But he clearly didn't want to ask any more about their master-disciple relationship. He casually pointed to the right,
"The southernmost room."
With that, he turned back to drying his clothes, unconcerned about whether Tang San understood or not.
Tang San felt somewhat awkward at being ignored.
He didn't linger any longer and turned to leave.
He repeated Li Yusong's exact words to Yu Xiaogang, who nodded immediately.
Then the two of them headed towards the southernmost wooden house.
As they approached, Yu Xiaogang, as usual, instructed Tang San to knock on the door.
However, there was no response from inside the room.
"Excuse me, is Vice Dean Zhao Wuji here?"
Still no response.
Tang San turned back and looked at Yu Xiaogang bewilderedly, unsure of what to do next. "What are you two doing?"
Just then, Zhao Wuji suddenly approached from the other side.
As he turned the corner, he saw two men standing furtively at his office door, unsure what they were doing.
Tang San, who was about to try to open the door, was startled by the sound and his hands trembled.
He retreated like a thief.
Yu Xiaogang glanced at him, motioning Tang San to go forward and explain things to Zhao Wuji.
Tang San felt a little intimidated as he looked at Zhao Wuji's burly figure.
He didn't understand why the teacher insisted on him doing everything.
Although he felt somewhat reluctant, he still stepped forward.
Perhaps the teacher wanted to train him.
The outside world was complex and dangerous. Strength alone wasn't enough.
You also needed the ability to connect with others.
Little did he know that not only was he incompetent, he was practically useless.
His social skills were abysmal.
He was completely counterproductive.
Tang San bowed to Zhao Wuji as usual, then smiled and said,
"Hello, Vice Dean Zhao Wuji. I'm Tang San."
"This is my teacher."
He immediately introduced himself and Yu Xiaogang.
Zhao Wuji glanced down and took in the two people before him.
One was the Dean's friend, "Master" Yu Xiaogang, whom he had met before.
The other was Tang San, who had entered Shrek Academy through the backdoor.
Seeing the latter, his brows furrowed.
If it weren't for this idiot...
They should have easily helped Oscar obtain his third spirit ring.
How could there be so much going on later?
Thus, Zhao Wuji now held a deep dislike for Tang San.
However, Tang San didn't notice the slight change in the expression on the vice-president's face.
He even glanced at Yu Xiaogang with pride.
"President Flanders asked us to arrange for an empty room for us to use as a dormitory."
After saying this, Tang San retreated directly behind Yu Xiaogang.
He kept his head slightly lowered.
He seemed to be extremely respectful of his teacher.
Zhao Wuji's brows knitted slightly, then quickly relaxed.
Since the president had spoken, he naturally had nothing to say.
However, his impression of Yu Xiaogang seemed to have worsened.
Yu Xiaogang held his head high, chest puffed out, and even when facing Zhao Wuji, he maintained a condescending attitude. This gesture immediately made Zhao Wuji laugh.
What the hell are you doing here?
Let's not talk about Yu Xiaogang himself.
He's been a waste for half his life, so there's nothing much to say.
Just take his proud disciple, Tang San, for example.
Compared to the other seven students in the academy, his strength isn't even on the same level.
And his disciple's martial spirit is still Blue Silver Grass.
A typical useless martial spirit.
Add to that his outrageous performance on the entrance exam.
If Shrek Academy's normal admissions rules and standards were followed,
This Tang San would definitely not be able to join Shrek Academy.
He's already connected to the dean, and now he's pretending to be one with me?
Zhao Wuji took a deep breath and shook his head slightly.
Without saying anything more, he simply said, "Come in with me." He seemed to ignore Yu Xiaogang and opened the door directly into the wooden house. This was Zhao Wuji's office. Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's face suddenly turned a little strange. Zhao Wuji had actually walked in alone without even saying hello? His words seemed to treat him as a student, just like Tang San. "I'm a master, who the hell are you, a vice-dean, giving me the cold shoulder?" He turned around, about to continue directing Tang San, but the place he saw was empty. When he looked up, Tang San had already happily stepped halfway into Zhao Wuji's office. He didn't forget to glance back at Yu Xiaogang. "Teacher, why aren't you here?" Yu Xiaogang's mouth twitched, but he couldn't keep his expression down. If Zhao Wuji doesn't give him face, why should he?
Wouldn't that be demeaning?
Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang casually waved his hand.
"You can handle this little thing yourself."
Hearing this, Tang San nodded and walked straight into the office.
Inside the room, Zhao Wuji sat at the desk.
He rummaged through the drawer for a long time before pulling out a rusty key.
"The conditions at the academy aren't very good, and the housing isn't very sufficient."
"This room is fine for you two, master and disciple."
"It's just that the room hasn't been cleaned for a while, so it might be a little messy. You'll need to clean it up yourself."
Then Zhao Wuji told Tang San the room's location.
"Okay, thank you, Vice Dean!"
Tang San took the key, smiled, and left the room, closing the door.
(End of this chapter)