Teach your mother!
I've seen shameless people, but never anyone as fucking shameless as you!
Xue Beng kept his head lowered, his face respectfully humble, while inwardly cursing eighteen generations of Yu Xiaogang's ancestors.
Tang San, standing beside him, felt sick too.
His own teacher was putting on a touching display of "master and disciple devotion" with a former enemy.
The sight turned his stomach worse than eating a hundred of Oscar's sausages.
Tang San hurriedly spoke up to change the subject.
"Teacher, have you come to guide us and set a new training plan?"
Only then did Yu Xiaogang pull his attention away from the joy of getting a Soul Bone for free.
Right. I still haven't taken care of business.
I got too caught up accepting gifts.
Yu Xiaogang cleared his throat, clasped his hands behind his back again, and assumed the air of the world's foremost Master of Theory.
"Training can wait."
He raised a hand and beckoned to Tang San and Yu Tianheng.
"Tang San, Tian Heng, come with me."
Then Yu Xiaogang cast Xue Beng a sidelong glance and instructed him coolly.
"Xue Beng, wait here. I have something to discuss with your senior fellow disciple."
"Yes! As you say, Teacher!"
Xue Beng played the obedient son to perfection.
Tang San and Yu Tianheng followed Yu Xiaogang out of the training ground.
After they had walked a short distance, Tang San stole a glance at Yu Tianheng.
Teacher works fast!
He had only mentioned that the Imperial Fighting Team was leaderless, and that Yu Tianheng had been useless ever since Dugu Yan left school, too devastated to continue as captain.
The team needed someone calm, strong, and capable of seeing the bigger picture to take over.
Someone like Tang San.
He hadn't expected his teacher