I Urge You to Be Kind [Happy New Year's Eve] [Please collect]

Twin Martial Souls could truly be called the chosen one. To gain such a genius disciple, Master showed Tang San a bit of his real ability and casually pointed out the fact that Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls.

When Master exposed Tang San's secret, he did not seem to care that Zhang Yang was standing nearby. He probably assumed Zhang Yang already knew.

Looking back at Tang San, his left wrist lifted slightly. The Sleeve Arrow at his wrist was likely already prepared to fire.

Zhang Yang was, after all, a childhood companion from the same village. They got along well and had grown up playing together, so it was fine if he knew.

But Master was different. To Tang San at this moment, he was merely a stranger he had just met. If Tang San had not retained a shred of calmness, Master would probably already have been dead.

Faced with Tang San's vigilance, Master did not mind at all. Instead, a hint of approval appeared in his eyes. He then spoke at length, honestly explaining his deductions to Tang San.

Seeing how knowledgeable the man before him was, Tang San knew he had chosen the right teacher.

Tang San took a step back, widening the distance between himself and Master. Then he dropped to both knees and respectfully kowtowed three times.

This time, it was Master's turn to be stunned. "What are you doing?"

"Teacher," Tang San called respectfully. "Please accept me as your disciple."

Then Master saw Zhang Yang quickly set down the book in his hands and bow deeply to him. "Teacher, please accept me as your disciple as well."

"..." Master looked at Tang San, then at Zhang Yang, confused. "You want to take me as your teacher too?"

"Your knowledge is so profound. Naturally, I would not let such an opportunity pass. Teacher, please accept me as well."

Master considered it and felt that taking Zhang Yang in as a disciple would not be bad either. After all, he had an Innate Full Soul Power Mutated Beast Martial Soul. Though it was not as rare as Twin Martial Souls, it was still far from ordinary and had great potential for cultivation.

Besides, this child was so diligent and eager to learn.

Master reached out and helped Tang San up, his formalities even more solemn, then said to both of them, "Good. From today onward, you are both my students."

"Thank you, Teacher." Zhang Yang bowed to Master again.

Master smiled at Tang San in satisfaction. "You silly boy, why did you kowtow when taking a teacher? Don't you know that is a courtesy reserved for rulers and parents? A bow would have been enough."

Tang San, an ancient man, did not feel that his etiquette had been excessive at all. Instead, he said righteously, "A teacher for one day is a father for life. You deserve my kneeling salute."

Master looked at Tang San with emotion. "A teacher for one day is a father for life. Good, good. It seems I truly did not choose wrong."

Watching the pair act like a loving father and filial son, Zhang Yang thought, So my bow got me inferior treatment? That won't do.

So Zhang Yang deliberately shouted to attract their attention. "Wow, Xiao San, what you said makes so much sense! I want to kowtow to Teacher too."

As he spoke, Zhang Yang dropped to his knees with lightning speed and, in the blink of an eye, kowtowed three times to Master as well.

Honestly speaking, given Master's vast knowledge, how many detours could he help him avoid? Considering how cold-blooded and cruel the Martial Soul world was, this was no less than the grace of being given a new life. Was three kowtows really excessive?

Thinking of it that way, Zhang Yang felt much better after kowtowing three times.

After enrollment, Tang San was assigned to Dormitory 7, where Work-Study Students from every grade lived together, while Zhang Yang was assigned to Dormitory 1, where the first-year newcomers lived.

Without Tang San to help share the load, Zhang Yang could only walk sideways like a crab into Dormitory 1 while carrying a huge stack of books that blocked his vision.

The door to Dormitory 1 was open. Inside, more than twenty six-year-old Little Beans, boys and girls alike, gathered in twos and threes, chatting and laughing.

Seeing Zhang Yang enter the dormitory like a crab, everyone burst into laughter. Several particularly ill-natured students even made strange faces as they imitated his movements.

Children were naturally mischievous and spoke and acted without restraint. Besides, many bad boys from commoner families had been spoiled by their families for three months after awakening Soul Power, so it was only expected that their personalities had worsened.

After considering that, Zhang Yang already knew what he needed to do next.

Amid the laughter of more than twenty people, Zhang Yang continued his crab walk until he reached the trio with the worst personalities.

He set down the books in his arms, took off the pack on his back, and looked at the three children with narrowed eyes, suddenly unburdened.

Feeling as though he had been provoked, one of them, a dark-skinned, round-bodied little fatty, bared his teeth at Zhang Yang. "What are you looking at? Looking for a beating?"

Since you were the first to jump out, then it'll be you.

With that thought, Zhang Yang moved.

The little fatty only felt his vision blur. That crab had already appeared in front of him, and the Next Moment, he was flying backward.

First, he was kicked in the stomach. Then his back slammed viciously into the wall, and finally his whole body crashed onto the floor. The little fatty was stunned for a second before his next reaction completely exceeded Zhang Yang's expectations.

"Waaah... wahhh..."

The little fatty actually cried, and he was bawling his eyes out, tears and snot flowing together.

"Wahhh!!"

Zhang Yang's violent temper, striking without a word, along with the tremendous strength that sent the big fatty flying with one kick—the big fatty in the eyes of children—made every child in the room cry out in shock. What was more, he had even made the big fatty cry.

"Crying?" Seeing the little fatty bawling loudly, Zhang Yang lowered his foot and strode over with a vicious expression.

What followed was a round of punches and kicks using only a child's strength. Throughout it, Zhang Yang kept offering concerned words such as, "I'll make you cry," "You still dare cry?" and "Are you going to cry or not?"

Thus, the little fatty, whose innate Soul Power was level three and whose Martial Soul was a Wild Boar, was forcibly beaten by Zhang Yang until he stopped crying.

After that, Zhang Yang's fearsome reputation as a boss who could stop a child's nighttime crying spread throughout Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.

Dormitory 1 was a huge room of nearly three hundred square meters, furnished with fifty large beds and no desks or chairs, so personal belongings could only be stored on or beneath the beds.

Fortunately, the beds were large, and six-year-old children were small. Even with everything piled at the head of the beds, there was still plenty of room to sleep.

After putting away his things and changing into the white School Uniform, it was nearly lunchtime. Zhang Yang went to Dormitory 7 to find Tang San.

When Zhang Yang reached the entrance of Dormitory 7, he happened to catch Tang San and the other ten Work-Study Students from Dormitory 7 opening the door and preparing to go out for lunch.

Among them was a pretty little girl whose Scorpion Braid hung past her hips.

"Zhang Yang." Tang San greeted Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang came back to his senses. "Mm, Xiao San. Finished packing up? Let's go eat together."

"I'm going to eat with my dormmates. What about your dormmates?" Tang San did not want to stand out and instead looked at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang smiled casually. "I just beat one of them until he cried. They're too scared to even speak to me now, much less eat with me. Forget it. Let me join you for lunch. I don't even know where the cafeteria is yet."

Since Tang San had just fought two battles himself, he did not feel that Zhang Yang beating a dormmate until he cried was wrong. Instead, he thought Zhang Yang's suggestion was quite good. After all, compared to having Wang Sheng treat him, Tang San felt more at ease eating Zhang Yang's food.

Therefore, so that Zhang Yang could eat with Dormitory 7, Tang San introduced him to his dormmates. "Everyone, this is Zhang Yang, my friend from the same village."

"Hello, everyone. Since you're all Tang San's friends, you're my friends too." Zhang Yang smiled and waved at the Work-Study Students. "Since we're all friends, let's eat lunch together. My treat. What do you say?"

Compared with these Work-Study Students, Zhang Yang had a little money saved up. Moreover, he knew that if he wanted to get along with the Work-Study Student group as a Self-Funded Student, he could not avoid spending a bit of money.

Besides, Zhang Yang knew that in just a few days, Tang San and he would obtain their First Soul Rings and be able to receive Soul Master subsidies from Spirit Hall.

So Zhang Yang was extremely generous at the moment.

Hearing that Zhang Yang was willing to pay for the meal, the expressions of the many Work-Study Students brightened considerably.

It was not that they coveted a free meal. Rather, they felt that if Zhang Yang was willing to spend money to treat everyone, it at least showed that he genuinely wanted to get along with them.

There was a natural divide between Self-Funded Students and Work-Study Students. Trying to bridge that gap with a couple of casual words without taking any real action was naturally nothing more than wishful thinking.

The Work-Study Students exchanged glances and nodded. Thus, the group happily headed toward the Academy Cafeteria.

Along the way, everyone introduced themselves. Zhang Yang nodded very seriously, but in truth, he did not remember a single name. Still, he was not worried. They would be staying at this academy for six years, so he would remember them sooner or later.

However, he remembered Xiao Wu very clearly, because by now she had already defeated Tang San and become Sister Xiao Wu of Dormitory 7.

The cafeteria was huge. The first floor could accommodate all three hundred teachers and students eating at once, and there was also a Second Floor cafeteria serving stir-fried dishes built around the open central space of the first floor.

Just a few steps into the cafeteria, the Work-Study Students were mocked by Self-Funded Students on the Second Floor. Tang San's habit of avoiding trouble whenever possible was even ridiculed by Xiao Wu as "being afraid of trouble."

At that moment, Tang San's excellent eyesight suddenly spotted Master at the cafeteria entrance. He hurriedly pulled Zhang Yang over to greet him. "Teacher, you're here for lunch too."

Master nodded. "Mm. Have you two finished putting your things away?"

Tang San nodded. "Thank you, Teacher, for the bedding."

"Huh?" Zhang Yang widened his eyes at that. "Teacher, you've already sent bedding to Xiao San? I was going to take him out to buy a set later."

"No need. I already sent someone to deliver some to Xiao San. Keep the money your father gave you for yourself." Master patted both of them on the shoulders. "Come, eat with me on the Second Floor. After lunch, I'll take you to my place so you can familiarize yourselves with it."

"No, Teacher. I promised to treat Xiao San and his dormmates to a meal." Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head, reaching out to drape an arm over Tang San's shoulder. "I'm treating them because of Xiao San, so they should owe Xiao San a favor."

Master could not help nodding at that. "Mm, that's right. Interacting with people does require a few strategies. Zhang Yang, you understand this at such a young age. You must have been greatly influenced by your father."

Zhang Yang hurriedly used nodding to conceal the fact that he only understood social tactics because he had transmigrated. "Yes, Teacher. I've been clever since childhood, so my father taught me these things early on."

"Mm. But Zhang Yang, you are only Six Years Old, and the oldest students in the academy are only twelve. Their thoughts are all fairly simple, so for now, you only need to be more sincere to make many friends."

Master feared that Zhang Yang's methods were too polished and that his ability to crush others across levels was too terrifying, so he urged him to be a little kinder.

"I understand, Teacher. I'll work hard at it." Zhang Yang nodded.

Master nodded. "Mm. Go on, then."

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