Shen Le tried hard to flatten the corners of his mouth, then flattened them again. In the end, with his back to the Ancient Residence's gate, he finally laughed his heart out.
Ah, they were all his elders. It would have been rather rude to laugh in their faces. Before they had finished fighting over it, before they stepped out the gate, he had to hurry up and get his laughter out first!
With his back to the Ancient Residence, Shen Le's shoulders shook rapidly. Don't be fooled by how immortal and refined these professors usually looked—when it came to something they truly valued, they could still fight desperately without a shred of concern for their dignity.
Only because they were inside his Ancient Residence, with people from the Special Affairs Bureau nearby, did they refrain from actually throwing punches on the spot, perhaps?
After laughing for a while, Shen Le could not help letting out a soft sigh.
From the sounds inside, his own advisor had probably withdrawn from the competition in the very first round.
Why bother, boss? If you wanted to see it, I could just give you another spot!
After quite some time, a result finally emerged from inside. Shen Le hurriedly wiped his face, composed his expression, and respectfully faced the Ancient Residence, bending slightly at the waist.
"Professor Guo!"
From the corner of his eye, he saw a small stir among the armored soldiers. Some seemed about to step forward, while others slightly raised the weapons in their hands.
Pretending not to notice anything, Shen Le quickly bowed deeply.
"So you're the one coming out to guide me! I'll be relying on you from here on! I have no experience at all with restoring carriages—I've never handled anything like this before. I'll need you