"Teacher Fan Yu, where are you taking me?"
Jiang Ming followed behind Fan Yu, completely baffled.
They were in the middle of class, and he had just been dragged out.
It was only because this was Fan Yu. If any other teacher had dared to snatch someone straight out of Zhou Yi's class, Zhou Yi might have flipped the table on the spot!
Fan Yu did not slow down. As he walked, he said, "That idea you brought up yesterday—I told the dean about it, and the dean approved it."
Huh?!
Jiang Ming's eyes widened, and he hurried a couple steps forward.
"Teacher Fan Yu, wait, that was just an idea. I haven't even refined it yet, and the dean already approved it?"
Jiang Ming was genuinely a little shocked.
According to his own deductions, that idea could be realized, but he had never planned to make the dean of the Soul Tool Department agree based on something so preliminary it could hardly get any more preliminary!
In Jiang Ming's expectations, he would at least have to refine the concept of the Soul Tool Production Line a little further and make a proposal before he could persuade the dean of the Soul Tool Department. Then it would have to go through a month or two of procedures before there was any chance of it being finalized.
But now, what the hell did "approved right away" mean?
He had not even opened a document for the proposal yet!
Fan Yu turned his head and glanced at Jiang Ming, then said softly, "Having an idea is enough. Did you think all the Advanced Soul Masters in our Soul Tool Department were just sitting around doing nothing?
As soon as I reported your idea, the dean gathered all the Advanced Soul Masters in