Under the covert arrangements of Yan Shaozhe, the dean of the Martial Soul Department, Tang San's enrollment procedures went through exceptionally smoothly, even bypassing the usual testing process altogether.
Before long, his dorm assignment was issued.
Following the original course of events, Huo Yuhao was assigned to the third dormitory on the left side of the first floor, room number 108.
Tang San's dormitory was right beside his, arranged in the neighboring room, number 109.
It was worth mentioning that Yan Shaozhe had finally used his astonishing wisdom for reading people and done something genuinely decent this time.
He had arranged a spacious single dormitory for Tang San.
After all, for an unparalleled prodigy with a ten-thousand-year first soul ring, Shrek Academy's higher-ups clearly did not want any uncertain factors interfering with his cultivation.
However, because the shock Tang San had brought was simply too horrifying, the Well-Fed Douluo—who should have been lying beneath the freshmen dormitory building basking in the sun at this very moment—had already returned to Sea God Pavilion ahead of time to urgently gather the higher-ups and discuss countermeasures.
As a result, when Tang San arrived beneath the dormitory building, he did not immediately run into this pillar of Shrek Academy.
To some extent, this Well-Fed Douluo had narrowly avoided a crisis of instantly stepping onto the path of seeking death.
After all, the scent of Gangzi on that hypocrite was simply far too pure.
"Father, I sensed Mother's aura."
The instant he entered dormitory 109, Tang San locked the door tightly behind him.
After making a few small adjustments and simply tidying up the already fairly neat furnishings, he removed his shoes, sat cross-legged directly on the wooden bed, slowly closed his eyes, and entered a state of deep meditation.
As his thoughts shifted, a