Shock! Two Deans Charge for Love, Arguing Endlessly, Their Beloved is a New Student

A few sharp-eyed students immediately recognized Qian Duoduo, and cries of shock rang out at once.

"Good heavens, isn't that Vice Dean Qian Duoduo? What's he doing here?"

A freshman standing beside an older student heard his senior reveal the old man's identity, and confusion filled his face. He could not help asking in a low voice, "Vice Dean Qian Duoduo? Who's that? Is he famous?"

"You're a freshman, so it's normal you don't know him. His name is Qian Duoduo, and he's the vice dean of our Shrek Academy's Soul Guidance Department. He's one of the big shots standing at the very top of the academy. Usually you barely ever see him at all. What got into him today?"

The surrounding tide of discussion poured into Zhuang Minghui's and Qian Duoduo's ears.

But Qian Duoduo acted as if he had not heard a thing. His old face was as thick as a city wall as he clung tightly to Zhuang Minghui's thigh with both arms and refused to let go, even sniffling for good measure.

Watching Qian Duoduo's actions, Zhuang Minghui immediately felt like he had been defiled.

"What the hell, you old bastard, can you not be so disgusting?"

The soul power inside Zhuang Minghui circulated in secret as he tried to retreat, but he discovered that Qian Duoduo's arms were steady as bedrock. No matter how much strength he used, he could not move his own thigh even half an inch.

The absolute gap in strength left him with the helpless feeling of an ant trying to shake a tree.

"Dean Qian, can't we talk this out properly? Do you have to do this?" Zhuang Minghui said, his face full of dark lines as he looked at this two-meter-tall burly man with a mixture of tears and laughter. "You're a vice dean, at least. If word of this gets out, aren't you afraid that old thing Yan Shaozhe will beat you to death?"

"Yan Shaozhe? If he dares come, I'll hug him too!" Qian Duoduo's eyes widened, and he acted shamelessly with perfect confidence. "Minghui, as long as you agree to be registered under our Soul Guidance Department in name, I'll call you big brother every day if I have to!"

Ever since Zhuang Minghui had shown off the abilities of his Spirit Gold, Qian Duoduo had been positively drooling over it.

If not for the fact that Zhuang Minghui's grandfather was a senior elder of the Martial Soul Department, he would have kidnapped Zhuang Minghui into the Soul Guidance Department overnight.

Zhuang Minghui took a deep breath, knowing that conventional methods were completely useless against someone this shameless and slippery.

Since Qian Duoduo did not care about face, he could only use some unconventional means himself.

His eyes shifted slightly, and the life soul power inside him instantly fused with his spiritual power. He took a deep breath, used the vibration of his spiritual power to condense his soul power into a straight line, and suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Dean Yan Shaozhe, help! Vice Dean Qian Duoduo is trying to forcibly kidnap me to the Soul Guidance Department as hard labor! If you don't come, the Soul Guidance Department is going to steal all the Martial Soul Department's geniuses!"

His shout was like rolling thunder, precisely spreading toward the border between the inner courtyard and the outer courtyard under the wrap of his soul power.

The sound surged through the air. Forget the eastern city gate—even most of the outer courtyard heard it loud and clear.

Qian Duoduo was also startled. He had not expected this brat to play so dirty, and he hurriedly tried to cover Zhuang Minghui's mouth. "Oh, damn it, brat, keep it down! Are you trying to kill this old man?"

One had to know that Elder Mu, the master of their Sea God Pavilion, was currently in the outer courtyard.

However, the moment Zhuang Minghui's voice fell, a clear and furious cry rang out from the distant sky.

"Qian Duoduo, you shameless bitch, digging at my corner again!"

A blazing golden-red light shot over like a meteor chasing the moon, instantly tearing through the void as it burst in from the direction of the inner courtyard in the distance.

The newcomer was extremely fast, and a gentle yet utterly overbearing wave of scorching soul power had already enveloped the entire eastern gate plaza.

The golden light faded, revealing a middle-aged man dressed in white, staring fixedly at Qian Duoduo, who was still on the ground hugging a thigh.

This man was none other than Yan Shaozhe, dean of Shrek Academy's Martial Soul Department.

Yan Shaozhe had already planned to come to the outer courtyard today to check on Zhuang Minghui's enrollment situation. Who would have thought that halfway there, he would hear Zhuang Minghui's highly penetrating cry for help? He was instantly so furious smoke practically poured from his ears, and he immediately unfolded his soul wings and rushed over at the sound.

"Qian Duoduo, let go!" Yan Shaozhe's figure flashed, and he arrived in front of the two of them. His powerful soul power turned into a gentle gust of force, forcibly separating Qian Duoduo's hands from Zhuang Minghui's thigh.

He shielded Zhuang Minghui behind him and glared fiercely at Qian Duoduo. "You're a vice dean, and yet you're hugging and clinging in front of new students? What kind of behavior is that? Do you still want that old face of yours or not?"

Qian Duoduo patted the dust off his backside and muttered without the slightest care, "How much is face worth? As long as I can get Minghui into the Soul Guidance Department, I'd tear this old face off and give it to you!"

Watching the two deans argue at the academy gate like children, Zhuang Minghui helplessly rubbed his temples.

Yan Shaozhe's appearance instantly made the entire scene boil over.

"Holy crap, it really is Yan Shaozhe, the dean of our Martial Soul Department!"

"This is huge, huge! Hurry and record this. On enrollment day, Martial Soul Department Dean Yan Shaozhe and Soul Guidance Department Vice Dean Qian Duoduo are openly fighting over a newly admitted freshman in broad daylight."

"Is this the distortion of human nature, or the collapse of morality?"

"Come one, come all, take a look! Two great deans charge into battle for love, and the beloved is actually a freshman!"

The appearance of the Soul Guidance Department's vice dean at the outer courtyard's eastern city gate instantly caused an uproar.

Even a passing dog would have had to stop and take a look at what was happening here.

Yan Shaozhe and Qian Duoduo—one was a dean, the other a vice dean—had a very clear difference in rank.

But Qian Duoduo was not afraid of Yan Shaozhe at all. He spoke with perfect justification. "I say, Old Yan, your Martial Soul Department has enough geniuses already. Giving one to our Soul Guidance Department isn't much, is it?"

Yan Shaozhe sneered and faced Qian Duoduo directly. "Isn't much? Would you ever complain about earning too much money? Zhuang Minghui was born into the Martial Soul Department to begin with. What talk is there of him joining your Soul Guidance Department?"

Qian Duoduo pointed at Yan Shaozhe and said, "It's exactly because he was born into the Martial Soul Department that his position got tied down. Why don't you ask him yourself?"

As his words fell, the two of them looked at Zhuang Minghui, who was just preparing to flee, at the same time.

"Oh, crap. I've been caught."

Zhuang Minghui's figure abruptly stiffened, his raised right foot awkwardly suspended in midair.

He mechanically turned his head bit by bit, squeezing out a smile uglier than crying, then sheepishly waved at the two big shots. "Well, um, deans, you two keep chatting. I suddenly remembered my dorm quilt still hasn't been aired out, so I'll excuse myself first, haha..."

"Run? Do you think you can get away today?" Yan Shaozhe and Qian Duoduo spoke in unison, and two powerful waves of soul power faintly sealed off every route behind Zhuang Minghui.

However, just as those two forceful waves of soul power were about to touch Zhuang Minghui, a gentle voice carrying irresistible authority suddenly exploded without warning in Yan Shaozhe's and Qian Duoduo's minds at the same time:

"Enough. The two of you together are nearly two hundred years old, yet you're making such a scene in front of new students. Do you think Shrek hasn't lost enough face already?"

The voice sounded aged and calm, yet it seemed to carry majestic heavenly might, causing Yan Shaozhe and Qian Duoduo to shudder instantly.