Ganging Up to Fool the Dean

The token glinted in the sunlight.

There were no complex patterns on it, just a simple hammer engraved into the surface.

The design of the hammer was archaic, yet it exuded a domineering aura as if it could shatter the very heavens.

Anyone who had spent a few years in the world of Spirit Masters would recognize this emblem; it belonged to the once-greatest sect in the world, the Clear Sky Sect.

"How about it? Is this 'wild' enough for you?" Wang Dong'er tilted her chin, her beautiful powder-blue eyes filled with the smug expectation of hurry up and beg me to let you join.

She didn't explicitly state what it was, betting that Dai Huabin wouldn't recognize it, or that if he did, he would be shocked.

Zhu Lu and Cui Yajie leaned in to take a look, their faces blank.

The Clear Sky Sect had been in seclusion for a long time, so it was normal not to remember it.

Xiao Xiao also blinked her large eyes, standing on tiptoe to peer at it for a long time without making heads or tails of it, wondering to herself if this was some kind of VIP membership card for a blacksmith shop.

Only Dai Huabin had a truly spectacular expression on his face, though mostly because he was struggling to suppress a laugh.

Of course he knew it was a Clear Sky Token; it would be a miracle if Wang Dong'er, the little princess of the Clear Sky Sect, didn't have such a privilege.

But he refused to take the bait, merely glancing at it lightly with a flat tone:

"Hm, quite exquisite. The craftsmanship is decent. Alright, since you have a way in, then follow along."

With that, Dai Huabin turned and walked away, his golden hair tracing a sharp arc in the air, giving Wang Dong'er no chance to gloat.

"Hey? You!" Wang Dong'er felt as if she had punched a pile of cotton; the breath was stuck in her chest, neither rising nor falling.

Is this damn blondie actually stupid, or just pretending to be?

"Dong'er, is that token very powerful?" Xiao Xiao tugged on Wang Dong'er's sleeve and asked in a low voice.

"Powerful? That is—"

Just as Wang Dong'er was about to educate her on the prestige of the Clear Sky Sect, Dai Huabin's voice drifted back from the front, "The Academic Affairs Office has ten minutes left for their break. If we're late and Director Du goes to drink his tea, we'll be stuck standing guard at the front gate."

"Damn blondie, you win this time!"

Wang Dong'er stomped her foot hard and grabbed Xiao Xiao to give chase, "Let's go! I don't believe I can't deal with him! We're going to Class Nine too, and we'll hover right under his nose every single day until he's annoyed to death!"

Zhu Lu and Cui Yajie exchanged a look, seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes, but they had no choice but to follow quickly.

The group of five marched imposingly across Shrek Plaza, heading straight for the Academic Affairs building.

The number of heads they turned along the way was off the charts.

Dai Huabin himself had that kind of noble, imposing appearance, accompanied by the cold and elegant Zhu Lu, the charming Cui Yajie, and trailing behind them were the stunningly proud Wang Dong'er and the soft, cute Xiao Xiao.

With a lineup like this, it was as if the words "I am the protagonist" were written right on their foreheads.

Xiao Xiao followed at the back of the group, her large, ink-green eyes darting around at Dai Huabin.

She had heard plenty of rumors about Dai Huabin before enrolling.

They said he was the second young master of the White Tiger Duke Mansion, with a perverse personality, ruthless methods, and that he would stop at nothing to win.

Yesterday, Wang Dong'er had ranted about him back at the dorm, calling him an out-and-out hooligan, a pervert, and a lecher.

But now, Xiao Xiao was a bit confused.

The youth in front of her walked with his back straight and a brisk pace; his tone was gentle when speaking to Zhu Lu, and he even considerately slowed his pace to wait for Zhu Lu and Cui Yajie.

Facing Wang Dong'er's provocations, he maintained a composed demeanor, as if a gentleman wouldn't stoop to the level of a petty person.

"How is this anything like a pervert?"

Xiao Xiao muttered to herself, "This is clearly a very graceful young nobleman. Could it be that Dong'er has taken a liking to him and is just acting out of shame?"

Xiao Xiao felt she had discovered a blind spot.

The Academic Affairs office was on the top floor of the main teaching building.

Dai Huabin knocked lightly on the door and called out from the entrance: "New student Dai Huabin, requesting an audience with Director Du."

A steady "Enter" came from inside.

The five of them filed in one after another.

Behind a wide desk, Du Weilun, the Director of the Outer Court Academic Affairs, was bowing his head to grade files.

Hearing the commotion, he looked up, and upon seeing this lineup, his brows twitched twice.

Good grief, he had an impression of every single one of these people.

Dai Huabin, a direct descendant of the White Tiger Duke Mansion, with an eye-catching entrance exam record.

Zhu Lu, the daughter of the Hell Spirit Cat family.

These two were a locked-in pair for a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Then, looking at the one with the powder-blue hair behind them, Du Weilun's gaze sharpened: Wang Dong'er.

These were the items of special concern that the Clear Sky Sect had specifically sent word about.

As for the remaining two, while not as illustrious, there were few mediocrities among those who could make it into Shrek.

"Are you all... here as a group to drop out?" Du Weilun pushed up his glasses, cracking a joke that wasn't particularly funny.

"Director Du is joking."

Dai Huabin stepped forward and performed a bow with impeccable etiquette.

"We are here to apply for a class transfer."

"A class transfer?"

Du Weilun set down his pen.

"The freshman class assignments were decided after careful deliberation by the academy.

Dai Huabin, you, Zhu Lu, and Cui Yajie are in Class Five, while Wang Dong'er and Xiao Xiao are in Class One.

This is the optimal solution based on your Martial Soul characteristics and potential assessments. Why transfer?"

Before Dai Huabin could speak, Wang Dong'er couldn't help but interject:

"I don't think Class One suits me. I heard that teacher Zhou Yi is particularly fond of corporal punishment, and I don't want to go there and suffer!"

Du Weilun's expression darkened: "Student Wang Dong'er, mind your language."

Wang Dong'er pursed her lips and slammed the Clear Sky Token onto the desk: "In any case, I'm not going to Class One. I want to go to Class Nine!"

Du Weilun looked at the token, his eye twitching slightly.

These second-generation brats were truly difficult to deal with.

Seeing this, Dai Huabin quickly took over the conversation; after all, he was here to get things done, not to wreck the place.

He wore his signature, pleasant-as-a-spring-breeze fake smile:

"Director Du, Wang Dong'er has a hasty temperament, please don't mind her. Actually, we have very sound reasons for wanting to transfer to Class Nine."

"Oh? Let's hear them."

"There are two main points."

Dai Huabin held up two fingers.

"First, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill between Zhu Lu and myself requires a specific training environment. Class Five's teaching style leans toward theory, while Class Nine focuses more on practical combat, which better suits our needs. As for the second..."

Dai Huabin paused deliberately, casting his gaze toward a sofa in the corner of the office.

Sitting there was a female teacher currently organizing her lesson plans.

She looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, dressed in a well-tailored teacher's uniform with her long hair tied up. Her face was lovely, and her temperament was a mix of gentleness and capability.

She was none other than the head teacher of Freshman Class Nine, Mu Jin.

Dai Huabin turned and bowed deeply to Mu Jin, his tone appearing incredibly sincere:

"Actually, the main reason is that we have long admired Teacher Mu Jin's reputation."

This statement left not only Du Weilun but even Mu Jin, who had been acting as background scenery, stunned.

She pointed to her own nose:

"Me? Admire me?"

"Of course!"

Dai Huabin lied without batting an eye, his face neither flushing nor his heart racing.

"I did my homework before coming to the academy.

I heard that Teacher Mu Jin is humble, teaches with great skill, is not only powerful but also treats her students with the warmth of a spring breeze.

Unlike certain teachers who only know how to use corporal punishment and exploitation. For us children who have left home to study, what we crave most is the guidance of a mentor and friend like you!"

Once these words were out, the damage was immense.