At the entrance to Martial Soul Academy, the admissions office.
Huo Yuhao stood there timidly, his body ramrod straight and his hands nervously pressed against his trouser seams. As one of this year's admissions representatives, he was terrified of making a mistake.
Thanks to Spirit Hall's resources, he had now reached fifteenth-level Soul Power. His talent was decent for someone his age, but facing such a grand occasion still made his heart race.
A familiar set of footsteps approached. Huo Yuhao turned around. "Brother Chen, what brings you here?"
Chen Doudou walked over. Seeing him looking like he was facing a formidable enemy, he couldn't help but smile. "Yuhao, you don't need to be so nervous. Relax. It'll be fine."
"Yes."
Huo Yuhao nodded and answered, but his back remained ramrod straight, and his excitement was hard to calm.
He had never imagined that a boy from a poor background, with only fifteenth-level Soul Power, would get the chance to become an admissions representative for Martial Soul Academy—and be entrusted with such an important task.
This was a chance Brother Chen had given him.
He absolutely couldn't mess it up.
Seeing him like that, Chen Doudou didn't say anything more. He merely waved a hand, then strolled lazily over to the big tree nearby and settled into a shady spot, leaning back against the trunk.
"Tsk. Admissions work is such a physical chore. It really isn't for me."
He yawned, closed his eyes, and prepared to nap for a while.
A fragrant breeze swept over.
Yu Mengdi walked up with her arms crossed, standing in front of him with a look of disdain. "Well, well. You've got Yuhao working hard over there while you come here to take a break?"
"Chen Doudou, are you even human?"
With his eyes still