It was approaching evening, in the office of Wu Zhangkong.
The sunset slanted in from the window, cutting a dividing line between light and dark on the floor. Wu Zhangkong was sitting behind his desk, looking through the records of Tang Wulin's morning training. The physical growth rate brought about by the special bloodline was indeed astonishing. In just half a month, the strength data increased by another seven percent.
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door.
"Teacher Wu, can you come in?"
Long Hengxu's voice was always gentle, but there was a bit more briskness in his tone that was not there last semester.
Wu Zhangkong heard his voice, stood up and said, "Come in, Director Long."
In the past, Wu Zhangkong, who had his own way of doing things, might not have stood up to greet Long Hengxu because of his identity. He even brushed the face of the college's senior management more than once, and he really didn't take him seriously, just a mere director of Intermediate Division.
But it's different now.
He also has five students who are waiting for food...
Although Wu Zhangkong disdains worldliness, he is not a fool. These children need college resources, Spirit Ascension Platform quotas, and various training materials. And these things must pass through Long Hengxu's hands.
Everyone carries the flower stand.
Long Hengxu walked in with a smile on his face. When he saw Wu Zhangkong getting up, he waved and said with a smile, "We don't need this between us, Teacher Wu."
The two of them were polite and sat down respectively.
Long Hengxu understands Wu Zhangkong's character and knows that Cold-Faced Sword Emperor doesn't like to beat around the bush, so he goes straight to the point:
"Teacher Wu, I'm here this time because I actually want to see where you Class Zero still need help from the college." He paused, with a hint of pride in his tone, "The superiors are very satisfied with Class Zero's results and have decided to increase investment."
At this moment, Long Hengxu is full of spring breeze.
There was nothing I could do about it. At the end of last semester, he was still the one who was caught in the middle and suffered the wrath.
Director Advanced Division publicly impeached Intermediate Division at a college meeting for a high-sounding reason: the college invested too much in Class Zero, especially the quota of Spirit Ascension Platform, and even usurped many resources that originally belonged to Advanced Division.
At that time, Long Hengxu always kept his head down during meetings, for fear of being called on.
But today is different.
The information packet that Wu Zhangkong handed in in the morning was still lying in the drawer of his desk. He had read it over and over ten times.
Ten-year-old Soul Ancestor.
Level forty-three.
It's not like Long Hengxu has never seen geniuses. He has worked at the Eastsea Academy for decades, and has dealt with not only a thousand but also eight hundred outstanding students. But the ten-year-old Soul Ancestor, let alone Eastsea City, is a monster level even if placed on the entire continent.
When this report was handed over to Dean Yu, Yu Zhen was silent for three full minutes.
Then he only said one sentence, "This student's file is encrypted to the highest level. No one is allowed to see it except me and Wu Zhangkong."
Long Hengxu was nearby at the time, and he clearly remembered Yu Zhen's expression when he said this - not a surprise, but a cautiousness that was almost panicked.
Ten-year-old Soul Ancestor has a hidden family identity behind him.
Report this kind of thing to Federation, and the big shots at Ming Capital are afraid that they will come to "inspect" it in person. No one can tell whether what will come will be a commendation or something else.
So Yu Zhen's choice is to press it down.
Keep people first, make achievements, and wait until the time is right.
The task of Long Hengxu is to ensure that all the needs of Class Zero are met.
Wu Zhangkong naturally knows the thoughts above. Although he doesn't bother to try to figure out what he means, he has traveled to several cities over the years and has seen enough people and things for him to understand the secrets involved.
He thought for a while and said, "Eastsea City is rich in all kinds of seafood, including many nourishing holy products. Give it to the children. They need a solid enough foundation for their growth."
Long Hengxu nodded, took out a form from the folder he carried with him, and quickly recorded a few entries on it.
"These are not difficult." He raised his head and changed the topic, "However, I still hope that Class Zero can produce some real results, at least officially it can be outstanding."
Wu Zhangkong raised his eyes and looked at him, waiting.
Long Hengxu continued, "Next, the college may ask you to participate Skysea Alliance Grand Competition. You must be prepared, at least you must shine in people's eyes and win some glory for the college."
Skysea Alliance Grand Competition.
Of course Wu Zhangkong knows about this event. Skysea Alliance is a regional consortium composed of thirty-six cities around Eastsea City. It holds a youth Soul Master Tournament every three years, covering three categories: youth group, youth group and adult group. Eastsea Academy has also sent people to participate in previous years, but the results have been tepid.
"The current target set for you is Excellent Newcomer Award, or Excellent Newcomer Team Award and--"
Long Hengxu hasn't finished speaking yet.
"Junior Individual Championship." Wu Zhangkong answered quickly.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Long Hengxu smiled implicitly, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were squeezed together.
Wu Zhangkong smiled lightly, with the corners of his mouth just slightly twitching, but in his always cold eyes, there was a rare look of determination to win.
They naturally understand what the other person is referring to.
Eastsea Academy With Zhong Shenxiu here, the junior individual championship is almost within his grasp.
The ten-year-old Soul Ancestor, placed in the entire youth group of the Skysea Alliance, would be a dimensionality reduction attack.
Even if it is not because of insufficient age, and the minimum age for participation in the youth group is fourteen years old, with Zhong Shenxiu's strength, it is not impossible to win the individual championship of the youth group and even the adult group.
This is the current situation of Eastsea City.
Talented seedlings were largely poached from the Federation core area. Top universities such as Shrek, Sun Moon, and Heaven Dou City filtered the top talents like a sieve, and the rest went to local colleges and universities.
Eastsea Academy could pick up a Zhong Shenxiu in this environment. In the words of Long Hengxu: It was smoke coming out of the ancestral tomb... No! It was the ancestral tomb that exploded!
"Then it's settled."
Long Hengxu closed the folder and stood up, "I will arrange the supplies when I get back and try to get them in place within three days. As for Skysea Alliance Grand Competition...Teacher Wu, I'll have to work hard on you."
Wu Zhangkong nodded.
Long Hengxu walked to the door, suddenly stopped and looked back at Wu Zhangkong.
"By the way, Teacher Wu."
"Huh?"
"The kid named Tang Wulin... his data is also very eye-catching." Long Hengxu considered the words, "Soul Power is at level 15, but his physical strength and data are not at all what he should be at this level. Do you know what's going on?"
There is no change in Wu Zhangkong's expression.
"Exceptionally talented."
Four words, no more and no less.
Long Hengxu looked at him for two seconds, nodded, opened the door and left without asking any more questions.