Yu Xiaogang Made Zhao Wuji Laugh: Who the Hell Are You Trying to Impress?

Yu Xiaogang Made Zhao Wuji Laugh: Who the Hell Are You Trying to Impress?

A trace of disdain immediately appeared on Li Yusong's face.

He had not the slightest respect for Yu Xiaogang's title of "Master."

He especially looked down on people who used improper means to enter the academy.

Just then, Tang San turned back and pointed in Yu Xiaogang's direction.

"That is my teacher. I presume you have met him already."

In the distance, Yu Xiaogang symbolically raised a hand and waved in their direction.

Li Yusong's expression turned even uglier.

"What do you want with me?"

Why did he feel like Tang San was trying to show off in front of him?

His martial spirit was the utterly hopeless Waste Spirit, Blue Silver Grass.

His first spirit ring was only ten years old—the lowest and most worthless level.

He had gotten into Shrek Academy through the back door by improper means.

And now he was putting on airs?

Although Li Yusong looked down on Tang San and Yu Xiaogang, he did not show it.

After all, he still had to give the dean some face.

So long as they did not do anything especially outrageous to provoke him, he would at most ignore them.

Tang San was somewhat surprised. He had not expected the old fart to still wear that expression after seeing his teacher.

He curled his lip before speaking.

"It is like this."

"My teacher asked me to ask you where Vice Dean Zhao Wuji's office is."

Where was Vice Dean Zhao Wuji's office?

Li Yusong was somewhat puzzled about why they wanted to see the vice dean.

But he clearly had no interest in asking about the affairs of this master and disciple pair. He casually pointed to the right.

"The southernmost room."

After saying that, he immediately turned around and continued airing out his clothes, not caring whether Tang San understood him or not.

Tang San, having been ignored, was visibly embarrassed.

He did not linger and turned to leave.

After repeating Li Yusong's exact words to Yu Xiaogang, the latter immediately nodded.

Then the two headed toward the southernmost wooden hut.

Once they approached, Yu Xiaogang again instructed Tang San to step forward and knock on the door.

However, there was no response from inside.

"May I ask if Vice Dean Zhao Wuji is here?"

There was still no reply.

Tang San turned back and looked at Yu Xiaogang in confusion, not knowing what to do next.

"What are you two doing?"

Just then, Zhao Wuji suddenly came over from the other side.

The moment he rounded the corner, he saw two people standing suspiciously at the entrance to his office, doing who knew what.

Tang San, who had been about to try opening the door, was so startled by the shout that his hand trembled.

He backed away like a thief.

Yu Xiaogang swept his gaze over him, signaling Tang San to step forward and explain things to Zhao Wuji.

Seeing Zhao Wuji's burly figure, Tang San felt somewhat intimidated.

He did not know why his teacher made him handle everything himself.

Though he was somewhat unwilling, he still stepped forward.

Perhaps his teacher was trying to temper him.

The outside world was complicated and dangerous. Strength alone was not enough.

One also needed the ability to interact with others.

Little did he know that not only did he have no real strength and was useless as trash,

his ability to deal with people was also a complete mess.

It had entirely the opposite effect.

Tang San bowed to Zhao Wuji in the same routine manner, then smiled and spoke.

"Hello, Vice Dean Zhao Wuji. I am Tang San."

"This is my teacher."

The moment he opened his mouth, he hurriedly introduced both himself and Yu Xiaogang.

Zhao Wuji looked them over and recognized the two before him.

One was Yu Xiaogang, "Master," the dean's friend whom he had met before.

The other was Tang San, who had entered Shrek Academy through the back door.

The moment he saw the latter, his brows furrowed.

If it had not been for this idiot,

they should have easily helped Oscar obtain his third spirit ring.

Why would there have been so much trouble afterward?

Thus, Zhao Wuji now deeply despised Tang San.

Yet Tang San did not notice the subtle change in the vice dean's expression.

He even glanced proudly at Yu Xiaogang.

"Dean Flender asked us to have you arrange an empty room for us to use as a dormitory."

After saying that, Tang San directly retreated behind Yu Xiaogang.

He also maintained a slightly lowered head the entire time.

He looked as though he greatly respected his teacher.

Zhao Wuji's brows drew together slightly, then quickly relaxed.

Since the dean had spoken, there was naturally nothing he could say.

It was just that his impression of Yu Xiaogang seemed to have worsened further.

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang stood with his head raised and chest out. Even before Zhao Wuji,

he maintained a lofty, condescending posture.

That stance immediately made Zhao Wuji laugh.

Who the hell are you trying to impress?

Not to mention Yu Xiaogang himself.

He had been useless for half his life already, so there was nothing more to say about him.

Even if one only brought out his prized disciple, Tang San,

compared with the academy's other seven students, they were not even on the same level.

And his disciple's martial spirit was Blue Silver Grass.

That sort of classic Waste Spirit.

Combined with his absurd performance during the Entrance Exam,

if they followed Shrek Academy's normal admission rules and standards,

Tang San would never have been able to join Shrek Academy.

He had latched onto the dean's connections, and now he was putting on airs with me?

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath and lightly shook his head.

He did not say anything further and got straight to the point.

"Come in with me."

Seemingly ignoring Yu Xiaogang, he directly opened the door and walked into the wooden hut.

It was Zhao Wuji's office.

Yu Xiaogang's expression immediately turned a little ugly upon hearing that.

Zhao Wuji had actually gone inside by himself without even greeting him?

His words just now had seemingly treated him and Tang San alike as students.

I am the great Master. Who the fuck are you, a mere vice dean, throwing a face at?

He turned, intending to continue ordering Tang San around, but the spot before his eyes was empty.

When he looked up, Tang San had already cheerfully stepped halfway into Zhao Wuji's office.

He did not forget to turn back and look at Yu Xiaogang.

"Teacher, why aren't you coming?"

Yu Xiaogang's mouth twitched. Naturally, he could not lower himself.

Zhao Wuji was not giving him face, so why should he give Zhao Wuji any face?

Would that not be too degrading?

With that thought, Yu Xiaogang casually waved his hand.

"You can handle such a minor matter yourself."

Upon hearing that, Tang San nodded and walked straight into the office.

Inside the room, Zhao Wuji sat before a desk.

After rummaging through the drawer for a long time, he finally found a somewhat rusty key.

"The academy's conditions are not very good, and there are not many rooms available."

"This room will be enough for you master and disciple."

"It is just that no one has cleaned it for a long time, so it may be a little messy. You will need to clean it yourselves."

Zhao Wuji then told Tang San where the room was located.

"Alright, then thank you, Vice Dean!"

Tang San took the key and left the room with a broad smile, closing the door behind him.