What a Double-Standard Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang

Yu Xiaogang's face was instantly filled with embarrassment.

Just at the very moment he felt Tang San was about to win, Tang San had lost?

Did the face-slapping have to be this fast?

"Grandmaster, your judgment is truly accurate; the battle really has ended!"

Xiao Wu added this remark with a mischievous glint in her eye, which only served to make Yu Xiaogang lose all face.

Tang San's body was covered in multiple burns, his once decent blue outfit scorched into tatters, and the hair on his head had been singed into an afro.

His face was covered in soot, charred skin flaking off, and blood streaked across his features.

The pain made Tang San wince and grit his teeth.

"San, how are you?"

Yu Xiaogang quickly stepped forward to help Tang San up. "Are you alright?"

"Cough!"

Tang San coughed, and a puff of black smoke shot out of his mouth, spraying all over Yu Xiaogang's face.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, foster father, I'm sorry."

Yu Xiaogang wiped his face. "I'm fine, as long as you're alright."

He glared at Ma Hongjun, who had re-entered the cafeteria.

"What is the meaning of this!"

"You are all classmates, yet you attacked with such severity!"

"I am going to tell your dean and have him expel you!"

Ye Lin slowly raised her head to look at Tang San, laughing gleefully in her heart; Tang San really looked hilarious like this.

Furthermore, this Yu Xiaogang was truly shameless.

When he had Tang San teach Ma Hongjun a lesson, that was considered normal, and it didn't matter if the attacks were heavy—not to mention he didn't say a word about Tang San's sneak attack.

Now that Ma Hongjun had struck back hard, he started pointing fingers.

He was truly the master of the double-standard god-king, the Double-Standard Grandmaster.

"Do as you please,"

Ma Hongjun said indifferently.

"I've already told you, I am the dean's personal disciple. Expel a personal disciple?"

"Besides, the dean encourages students to engage in combat within the academy, as long as it doesn't cause major injuries."

"Also, does someone like you even deserve to be called a Grandmaster? Or to be a teacher at Shrek Academy?"

Ma Hongjun sat down silently and continued eating his steamed bun and rice porridge.

Yu Xiaogang was instantly rendered speechless.

The atmosphere in the cafeteria was incredibly awkward.

"Teacher, ignore him, let's eat."

Tang San didn't want to argue with Ma Hongjun; he couldn't be bothered to argue, and besides, he couldn't win the argument, and the end result would just be another beating.

Yu Xiaogang nodded and could only sit down silently to wait.

Tang San quickly brought over the rice porridge and pickled vegetables. When he returned with a plate holding four steamed buns, he noticed that his foster father's expression was very ugly.

"Foster father, what's wrong?"

Yu Xiaogang's stiff face darkened.

"Flender only feeds you this?"

"That's right," Tang San nodded, but the slight movement caused the scratches to sting, making him wince again.

"This is actually quite good. The buns keep us full, it's much better than when I was a child, and there are even pickled vegetables."

"This is preposterous!"

Yu Xiaogang's anger surged up, and he slapped the bun Tang San was handing him, sending it flying.

Now, he could only vent his impotent rage at the bun.

"You are all at an age where you are still growing; you must eat well! Moreover, the daily training consumes a massive amount of energy, how can you only eat this!"

"Oh, Xiaogang, you're certainly talking big while standing on the sidelines,"

Flender's lazy voice rang out from outside the cafeteria.

"You know they are at an age where they are growing? The academy's financial situation isn't good. Suotuo City has plenty of good things, but with the academy's finances, we simply can't afford them. If you're willing to sponsor us, then I'll admit I'm in the wrong."

He had just returned from his little shop in Suotuo City. He taught classes during the day and usually watched over his shop at night. He had just arrived at the cafeteria when he saw this scene.

He walked in slowly, picked up the bun Yu Xiaogang had thrown, and rinsed the dust off it with a stream of water. "Don't waste food."

Yu Xiaogang did not give Flender any face at all.

"I don't care what difficulties the academy has, but since I am a teacher here and also Tang San's godfather, I absolutely cannot let the children here suffer!"

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, Flender was stunned.

"You don't care about the academy's difficulties? Is that even human language?"

"Besides, you are only Tang San's teacher, not the teacher of the other students."

"You just can't let Tang San suffer, right?"

Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, "Fine!"

"Then I won't let Tang San suffer!"

"You take care of your other students, and I will take care of my Tang San!"

"Suit yourself," Flender agreed.

"I'll just see how you plan to take care of your Tang San."

Ma Hongjun, being very sensible, brought Flender a set meal of white porridge, pickled vegetables, and steamed buns.

"Teacher, don't lower yourself to his level, don't be angry."

Seeing that nothing else was happening, Ye Lin stopped watching the drama.

She returned to her dormitory to cultivate in silence.

This day was still a rest period, and no tasks had been arranged; formal classes would not resume until tomorrow.

In the cafeteria, Yu Xiaogang finished his meal in a huff and left with Tang San, leaving only Flender and Ma Hongjun behind.

As Flender ate his breakfast, he pondered. What Yu Xiaogang said made a lot of sense; the children really should be eating better.

"Do you know of any way to make money quickly?"

He asked Ma Hongjun.

"Preferably the kind that can also help with your training."

Ma Hongjun reminded him, "Teacher, have you forgotten? The Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City."

"That is an excellent place."

"The Great Soul Arena?"

Flender didn't react for a moment.

Ma Hongjun explained in detail, "Teacher, in the Great Soul Arena, you can get ten Gold Soul Coins for every victory, and there is no fee to register."

"If we all go to participate in soul duels, winning one match earns ten Gold Soul Coins. Even calculating based on winning only three matches, that's thirty Gold Soul Coins. Even if we eat as much as we can, we wouldn't be able to spend thirty Gold Soul Coins."

"Besides, we can also buy some medicinal herbs to help with cultivation and strengthening our bodies."

Flender frowned. He was very reluctant to use the students' money, as they had already paid their tuition fees.

"That doesn't seem right,"

"What's wrong with that?"

Ma Hongjun continued to explain, "The money we earn from soul duels is also used on us. No one would refuse. If anyone does refuse, then we can just separate them out."

Flender let out a long sigh, "I'll consider it."

"You may go."

Ma Hongjun nodded, "Teacher, then I'm going to cultivate."

Finally, Flender made up his mind. He walked to the cafeteria kitchen and found the head chef of Shrek Academy, Shao Xin.

"Teacher Shao, add more food for the children starting tomorrow, make it good!"

Shao Xin gave Flender a strange look.

"It's rare for you to be like this."

"It's time for a change,"

Flender smiled. He suddenly remembered and added an extra instruction, "By the way, there's no need to prepare meals for Tang San and Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang from now on."