Actually, there was nothing more to discuss.
It was all bullshit, really.
But even bullshit was necessary sometimes.
Both sides clearly knew the outcome and had expected it long ago, yet they still had to go through the procedures—or rather, the conventions—and do a bunch of meaningless things.
Like an exhibition match: the result did not matter; participation was what counted.
Lu Ming Hall needed this gesture to express goodwill toward Tanba Campus, and naturally, Tanba needed to show respect for Lu Ming Hall as well. Though everyone had been undermining and sabotaging one another behind the scenes for ages.
You could say they thoroughly despised each other.
From the very beginning, Huai Shi had not spared a proper glance for these worthless fools from the Court Nobles and Warrior Clans, whose internal competition had practically folded them into a thousand-layer pastry.
Still, appearances had to be maintained.
Putting on a show was enough.
Rather than waste effort on something so boring, he might as well take a look at the students' internship site.
What he had not expected was that Anna, a girl from the Russian Federation's fighting people and the direct inheritor of Black God, had started embarrassing herself at light speed after spending some time with Lin Zhongxiaowu. Instead of learning the good things, she had picked up all the bad habits. Not only had she broken the handheld console she had freeloaded from her teacher, but she had also learned to call for backup whenever she could not win...
He rested his chin on his hand, his mind drifting elsewhere.
He began to reflect on whether he had spoiled his students a little too much.
Seriously, they were already this old. Forget Destruction Factors and Remnants of the World—they had not even seen a proper ruler