Oscar had just finished handing out the sausages when he heard that familiar yet unfamiliar voice. He suddenly looked up, and upon seeing Chen Chu, his eyes instantly widened. "C-Chen... General Chen? What are you doing here?!"
This naturally drew everyone else's attention. On the field, only Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing had never met him; everyone else had encountered him before.
"Chen Chu! What are you doing here? Weren't you at the front lines?" Seeing someone she knew, Ning Rongrong reverted to her previous bold, overbearing, outgoing self. She strode up to him and asked loudly.
Chen Chu shot her a glare and ignored her, turning his attention back to Oscar.
Oscar stepped forward, his tone sincere. "General Chen, thank you very much for thinking highly of me. But the dean raised me. I'd like to join your team after I graduate. Would that be alright?"
The man before him had lowered himself to personally invite him. He was also a national hero and a rare genius of the Empire. If Oscar still refused him, wouldn't that mean there was something wrong with his head?
Chen Chu had expected Oscar's response. He valued not only those who knew the times, but also those who valued loyalty and sentiment. He approved of Oscar's conduct.
"Of course. As long as you're willing to come. What, are you here to hunt a Spirit Ring too? Want me to help?"
"No, no. We have teachers with us, and it's only a thousand-year Soul Beast. My team can handle it, so I won't trouble you." Oscar naturally felt too embarrassed to bother him. How could a mere thousand-year Spirit Ring be worth delaying such an important person's time?
"It's no trouble. I came here to hunt my Eighth Spirit Ring anyway—a Hundred-Thousand-Year