"Hehe, those are the rules. But if you can keep holding the arena, doesn't that prove that you're the strongest?"
Meng Shenji stroked his beard and said with a smile to Tang San.
"That's right. Since you, Little San, can hold out until the end, then you're naturally the strongest. No one would mindlessly come challenge you."
Tang Chuan also smiled and reached out to rub Tang San's head.
After five years of growth, twelve-year-old Tang San was considerably taller than in the original story, though he was still much shorter than Tang Chuan.
Tang San smiled somewhat sheepishly. He really had been overthinking things. Since it was an exchange tournament, there was naturally no need for everyone to go all out. They were all friends, so there was no need to take things so seriously.
"Alright, since that's all there is to it, I'll take the students over first. Assistant Teacher Xue'er, please give the training schedule from this period to the Education Committee members and the prince."
After signaling Qian Renxue to hand the files over to the committee members, Tang Chuan proposed taking the students away first.
With her long legs, Qian Renxue stepped slightly forward and handed over the files in her hands. Especially as she passed by Tang Chuan, she lightly flicked her golden hair, though it was unclear whether she had done so deliberately.
At once, a delicate fragrance drifted into Tang Chuan's nose.
An ordinary person might have felt refreshed and delighted by it, but Tang Chuan was no ordinary person. He didn't fall for that sort of pressure.
After calling to the students, he turned and left the office.
"Hmph!"
Qian Renxue followed behind Tang Chuan, her little mouth pursed in obvious dissatisfaction that her actions just now had failed to tempt