Before long, Yan Shaozhe brought Huo Yuhao to the Outer Academy's administrative building.
With the dean of the Martial Soul Department personally stepping in, there were no complications whatsoever with Huo Yuhao's enrollment. Everything was arranged perfectly.
Du Weilun, the Outer Academy Martial Soul Department's director of studies, also came to know Huo Yuhao—the special student whose enrollment had been personally handled by the dean of the Martial Soul Department.
Du Weilun was around fifty years old, tall and powerfully built, with a dark face and no beard. He habitually wore a stern expression.
Yet Huo Yuhao actually saw a trace of kindness on his face.
Would I dare not look kind?
Yan Shaozhe had personally handled the enrollment. Though he had said nothing, it was as though he had said everything.
Not even an Imperial Prince received this kind of treatment, all right?
Since the dean himself had shown up, Du Weilun, as the director of studies, naturally accompanied them throughout the entire process.
Once the enrollment was complete, Huo Yuhao received the key to his dormitory. It was unexpectedly a single room.
In truth, Shrek Academy did not enroll an especially large number of students each year.
After all, the two strict requirements of talent and a City Lord's Letter of Introduction had already barred countless students. At the very least, most students from commoner backgrounds had no chance at all.
Under normal circumstances, Shrek Academy's dormitories already had spare rooms.
What was more, since the start of the term, some freshmen had already been expelled by a certain Old Witch, leaving even more vacancies.
Arranging a single room for Huo Yuhao was effortless.
As Du Weilun was about to assign Huo Yuhao to a class, he suddenly thought of a certain Old Witch. His heart tightened, and