Is Yu Xiaogang Really Going This Far?

"Does everyone have confidence?"

Tang San held out his right hand, signaling everyone to stack their hands together and cheer each other on.

But everyone looked like frostbitten eggplants, completely wilted, with no desire to drink Tang San's motivational kool-aid.

None of them were fools. Although these people had indeed been talked into it by Tang San in the original story, that had been due to the protagonist's halo. Now that he no longer had that halo, coupled with Li Chen's reminder, how could Tang San possibly succeed?

Seeing that no one supported his initiative, Tang San awkwardly withdrew his hand. The atmosphere became exceedingly embarrassing for a moment.

"The food's here! Boss Dai, hurry up and pay me. You said you were treating us to this meal, so don't forget."

Before a handsome white-haired young man even entered, his voice arrived first.

"Oscar, you're finally back. We're starving to death. Quick, everyone, come see what delicious food Little Ao brought!" Dai Mubai urged everyone to eat. Their classmates had only just started getting along a little better; they absolutely could not let things turn awkward again.

He was still hoping to rely on these classmates to help him reclaim the throne. How could they already be falling apart from within?

"Boss Dai, watch carefully. Don't miscalculate the bill in the end and accuse me of cheating you out of your money." Oscar grinned slyly at Dai Mubai.

In order to win over Oscar, a Food Type Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power, Dai Mubai often deliberately miscalculated the bill and subsidized Oscar with some money. He did not believe Oscar had failed to see through his intentions.

"Braised Soft Bone Rabbit, seven Gold Soul Coins. Steamed Blue Silver Grass, three Gold Soul Coins. Spicy dry-fried spirit cat jerky, ten Gold Soul Coins. Roast whole pig, twenty Gold Soul Coins. Forty Gold Soul Coins altogether."

"And one more of your favorites—tiger penis in sauce. Pay up, Boss Dai!"

Oscar swept his gaze around with an expression begging for praise, before finally settling his eyes on Dai Mubai.

The thick-skinned Oscar failed to notice that the atmosphere had instantly turned cold, as though the air itself were about to freeze from the chill.

Dai Mubai snapped irritably, "What kind of dishes did you order? If you don't know how to order, then don't!"

"You ordered the Martial Souls of every new classmate. Oh, right, except for that hammer and that pagoda."

"Everything edible got ordered by you!"

Oscar froze on the spot. How could there be such a coincidence in the world?

"I swear, I didn't know!"

Looking at Xiao Wu, who seemed ready to eat someone alive, Zhu Zhuqing's cold expression, and Tang San's helpless face, Oscar began to panic. He was only a Support Soul Master. If a fight broke out, he would be the one getting beaten up in minutes.

"Oscar, let me introduce them again. One of Tang San's Martial Souls is Blue Silver Grass, but his other Martial Soul is the Clear Sky Hammer. He has Twin Martial Souls. Xiao Wu's Martial Soul is the Soft Bone Rabbit, and Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul is the Hell Spirit Cat. Now do you understand what happened?"

Dai Mubai hurriedly explained it to Oscar. If he did not explain now, someone was going to die.

Oscar was so embarrassed that his toes could have dug out a three-bedroom apartment. "How about we just make do with this meal? I'll definitely pay attention from now on."

"Forget it, forget it. What are a few dozen Gold Soul Coins?"

Dai Mubai waved a hand grandly. "I'll give you the money. Go order another meal."

"Wait. Eat. We must eat this meal!"

A slightly hoarse middle-aged man's voice rang out, and Tang San immediately sprang to his feet in excitement.

The moment Xiao Wu heard that voice, her expression darkened. She had wondered who it was. Wasn't this the famous Yu Xiaogang?

"Oh? Why is everyone here today? Having a group meal? Not bad, not bad. Quite a feast. Why didn't you invite us teachers to join you?"

A thin middle-aged man wearing glasses entered the room first. His slightly narrowed eyes revealed shrewdness, making it obvious at a glance that he was not easy to fool.

Though rather thin, the man was full of vigor. Calling his stride dragon-like and tiger-like would not be an exaggeration. A powerful aura surrounded him; clearly, he was a formidable Soul Master.

"Headmaster, you're here." Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar bowed to Flender. They held this Level 78 Soul Sage headmaster in great respect.

"Come, let me introduce everyone. This is Flender, the headmaster of our Shrek Academy." Dai Mubai proudly introduced Flender to the new classmates.

Everyone gave Flender a simplified disciple's salute. On Douluo Continent, respect for teachers was no less deeply rooted than in Tang San's original world. Tang San had not even attacked Tang Da until his death.

"Greetings, Headmaster!"

"Good, good, good. On my way here, Zhao Wuji told me that many Little Monsters had joined us this year. Shrek Academy is becoming more and more prosperous. Dai Mubai, have you completed the task I gave you?"

Flender's shrewd little eyes seemed to shine even brighter, filled with anticipation.

Dai Mubai gave a bitter smile. "Headmaster, the junior students don't have much money either. One hundred Gold Soul Coins may be an excellent deal for instruction from Soul Sage and Soul Emperor teachers, but it is still a bit expensive for a mid-level Soul Master Academy. So I paid for them again this time."

Dai Mubai handed Flender a purple card. Tang San saw that it looked similar to his own and thought, There can't be five thousand Gold Soul Coins inside, right? Their tuition is so expensive. How many people could afford it?

"Headmaster, there are one thousand Gold Soul Coins in here. Consider the extra a donation from me to the academy."

"Good, good, good. As long as the tuition has been paid in full." Flender nodded in satisfaction.

"By the way, Headmaster, who is that person behind you?"

Ning Rongrong asked playfully. In truth, judging from Tang San's expression, the man's clothing, and rumors she had heard before, she already had some guesses.

"Oh, right, I forgot. Look at this brain of mine—I was so focused on collecting tuition. Tang San, you know this person best. Why don't you introduce him?"

Flender recognized Tang San at a glance. The one dressed in that flashy blue outfit had to be Tang San. Yu Xiaogang had mentioned Tang San many times in his letters.

"Everyone, pay attention. This is the person I just told you about—the fourth Limit Douluo in the world, Yu Xiaogang!"

"Pfft!"

Flender, who had been drinking water, could not hold it in when he heard Tang San's ridiculous boasting and sprayed all the water onto Tang San.

What the hell was this fourth Limit Douluo?

Was he really going this far?

Flender knew Yu Xiaogang liked to brag, but he had never imagined he would brag this outrageously. Someone with Innate Half-level Soul Power, someone who could never break through Level 29 in his lifetime, dared to claim he was a Limit Douluo?

Tang San wiped the water from his face, looked around, and stared pitifully at Xiao Wu. When Xiao Wu showed no reaction, he turned to stare at Ning Rongrong, but Ning Rongrong ignored him as well.

At last, Tang San looked at Zhu Zhuqing in disappointment, hoping she could understand what he meant.