Tang San: This One Has Some of My Flair

Meanwhile, at Eastsea Academy.

In a teachers' apartment.

Wu Changkong returned to his residence, changed into his favorite little yellow duck pajamas at once, then sat cross-legged on the sofa to cultivate.

This was not his first time doing so.

He never went anywhere in Eastsea City. Aside from teaching, he stayed alone in his dormitory and cultivated diligently.

Although...

He had never improved even once.

"I hope this time..."

"I can find a chance to break through."

Wu Changkong's expression was complicated, and his heart was anything but calm. Ever since he had been effortlessly handled by his own student, he had clearly realized that if he still failed to break through...

He would not even be qualified to teach students.

He did not know whether, after breaking through to Soul Saint, he would be qualified to teach that child or those children, but at the very least...

He had to break through first.

A flicker of anticipation quietly passed through Wu Changkong's eyes. In an instant, blazing flames ignited.

He admitted that he was not an especially outstanding teacher.

But if possible...

During his time as a teacher, he would at least try to be a capable, qualified one!

"..."

"Teacher, you wanted to see me?"

Next door to Wu Changkong's residence.

Tang Wulin knocked on the door. Sitting uneasily in the apartment living room, he looked at his homeroom teacher, Bai Xiaobai, who had come to find him. His slightly vacant eyes were full of confusion as he spoke.

"Mm!"

"So it's Tang Wulin. Have a seat."

"I called you here today to tell you about an event the academy will be holding in the future. First, I must make something clear: according to academy rules, our Class Five of the first year..."

"Is indeed the worst class."

The white-haired middle-aged man spoke slowly.

"Mm..."

Tang Wulin looked a little embarrassed, but he still nodded. He did not deny that his Martial Soul was a useless one.

"But that does not mean our Class Five has no chance or opportunity to rise!"

Teacher Bai said firmly.

"At Eastsea Academy, every grade has an event called the Class Promotion Tournament. During it, each class sends representatives to compete and challenge better classes."

"Our Class Five of the first year will first challenge Class Four. If we succeed, we will become the new Class Four. On that basis, we can challenge Class Three, and then we will become Class Three."

"The academy invests more resources into better classes, and what I hope is..."

"That you can serve as one of our class's contestants. In two months, you will lead up to two classmates in the Class Promotion Tournament and secure..."

"At best, the position of Class Two!"

Passion welled up in Teacher Bai's eyes. Looking at the child before him, he could not conceal the hope on his face.

He could tell.

Although Tang Wulin was only Level 14, and although his Martial Soul was the incomparably weak Blue Silver Grass, he was exceptionally driven.

In the future, he might well become a top-tier powerhouse!

And at Eastsea Academy, he would surely continue to rise. The Class Promotion Tournament might be the beginning of displaying his talent.

"Teacher Bai, I..."

"I'm willing to participate in the Class Promotion Tournament!"

Tang Wulin took a deep breath. Faced with his homeroom teacher's invitation and seeing how much faith the other man had in him, he agreed without hesitation.

He needed to interact and spar with other students, students stronger than himself, in order to grow stronger.

If possible.

He hoped to reach the very top!

"Good!"

"You have spirit. I knew I wasn't wrong about you."

Seeing Tang Wulin agree so firmly, Bai Xiaobai's expression brightened. Smiling, he patted Tang Wulin's shoulder decisively and said with a laugh.

"But Teacher, I don't understand."

"Why say we're going to challenge every class..."

"Yet you also said... it would be enough to reach Class Two at most?"

Tang Wulin thought of something. After pondering for a moment, he could not help hesitating. They could not retreat without fighting!

"Because Class One..."

"Is simply unbeatable."

Bai Xiaobai was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Wulin, I know you have ambition, but if you think hard work alone can compare you with the geniuses of Class One, then I can only say that it is absolutely impossible. Do you know..."

"The Class Promotion Tournament can send out at most three students. Do you know what level the weakest among their top three has reached?"

"I don't."

Tang Wulin shook his head blankly. He clearly had no idea.

"Level 23 Soul Grandmaster."

"That's a full nine levels higher than your cultivation."

Bai Xiaobai held up two fingers and spoke seriously.

"And their strongest student is hailed as the future star of the East Sea, the greatest genius Eastsea City has seen in ten thousand years, even a peerless powerhouse capable of dominating the world in the future—"

"Jiang Yan, who possesses the potential of a Limit Douluo!"

As Bai Xiaobai spoke of this, even he seemed captivated by Jiang Yan's talent. He took a deep breath, filled with amazement.

A genius like that.

Truly did not belong in Eastsea City.

Even those geniuses who had already become Soul Grandmasters were barely qualified to be his companions. As for everyone else...

They had better not get involved.

"Wulin, listen to your teacher's advice."

"You must never entertain the thought of comparing yourself to him again."

"The gap between you and him..."

"Cannot simply be described as large, understand?"

Bai Xiaobai looked at Tang Wulin and spoke bluntly.

People were different from one another.

They always had been.

"..."

After leaving his homeroom teacher's residence.

Tang Wulin remained silent and distracted. Even after returning to his dormitory, he showed no sign of improving.

"Good!"

"You have spirit. I knew I wasn't wrong about you."

Seeing Tang Wulin agree so firmly, Bai Xiaobai's expression brightened. Smiling, he patted Tang Wulin's shoulder decisively and said with a laugh.

"But Teacher, I don't understand."

"Why say we're going to challenge every class..."

"Yet you also said... it would be enough to reach Class Two at most?"

Tang Wulin thought of something. After pondering for a moment, he could not help hesitating. They could not retreat without fighting!

"Because Class One..."

"Is simply unbeatable."

Bai Xiaobai was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Wulin, I know you have ambition, but if you think hard work alone can compare you with the geniuses of Class One, then I can only say that it is absolutely impossible. Do you know..."

"The Class Promotion Tournament can send out at most three students. Do you know what level the weakest among their top three has reached?"

"I don't."

Tang Wulin shook his head blankly. He clearly had no idea.

"Level 23 Soul Grandmaster."

"That's a full nine levels higher than your cultivation."

Bai Xiaobai held up two fingers and spoke seriously.

"And their strongest student is hailed as the future star of the East Sea, the greatest genius Eastsea City has seen in ten thousand years, even a peerless powerhouse capable of dominating the world in the future—"

"Jiang Yan, who possesses the potential of a Limit Douluo!"

As Bai Xiaobai spoke of this, even he seemed captivated by Jiang Yan's talent. He took a deep breath, filled with amazement.

A genius like that.

Truly did not belong in Eastsea City.

Even those geniuses who had already become Soul Grandmasters were barely qualified to be his companions. As for everyone else...

They had better not get involved.

"Wulin, listen to your teacher's advice."

"You must never entertain the thought of comparing yourself to him again."

"The gap between you and him..."

"Cannot simply be described as large, understand?"

Bai Xiaobai looked at Tang Wulin and spoke bluntly.

People were different from one another.

They always had been.

"..."

After leaving his homeroom teacher's residence.

Tang Wulin remained silent and distracted. Even after returning to his dormitory, he showed no sign of improving.