Master and Disciple Recognize Each Other

The person before her was none other than her own disciple, Hu Liena—the excellent student she regarded as her own daughter!

"You..."

Bibi Dong abandoned the thought of making a move. She took a deep breath and walked expressionlessly up to her disciple.

Looking down at her, she slowly spoke a few words.

"You're Fox Eyes from the group?" Though phrased as a question, her tone was certain.

"Yes, Teacher."

Hu Liena clasped her hands behind her back and lowered her head, not daring to look at her teacher, as though afraid of something.

After all, she had read every single thing that had happened in the group chat.

Including her teachers insulting each other...

"Ugh..."

Raising a hand to cover her forehead, Bibi Dong felt utterly miserable. Even as the Pope, she had no idea what to do in this situation.

Silence her? What kind of joke was that!

This was the disciple she saw as a daughter.

Qian Renxue: Hehe, then what about me?

"Teacher, did I put you in a difficult position?" Seeing Bibi Dong like this, Hu Liena hurried over to her and tugged at the corner of her clothes.

Though she was still afraid, she was worried about her teacher's current state.

"Enough. It's not your fault. But you're not allowed to tell anyone about what happened today, including what happened in the group chat. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Teacher! I promise I won't tell anyone!"

Seeing Hu Liena's solemn promise, Bibi Dong quickly waved her hand.

"Fine. Go back."

"Yes, Teacher. If anyone insults you in the group again, I'll help you curse them out!"

Hearing her good disciple say that, the headache in Bibi Dong's forehead seemed to ease a little.

As expected of my good disciple. She knows how to care about her teacher's feelings. I didn't raise her all these years for nothing.

"Fine. Just take good care of yourself."

"Yes, Teacher."

After watching Hu Liena leave the secret chamber, Bibi Dong rose from the bed and prepared to return to her bedroom to rest.

After all, it was getting late.

The night passed without incident, and the disturbance settled.

Early morning, Nuoding Academy.

Second floor of the cafeteria.

Unlike the food eaten by commoners on the first floor, the dishes on the second floor were more delicious and refined. Thus, even in the morning, quite a few students and teachers were dining here.

"Morning, Old Du!"

"Morning, Teacher Mo." Du Bei, carrying two breakfasts in his hands, nodded to the teacher greeting him.

"Xiao Wu, your carrot porridge."

Looking at Du Bei sitting across from her, Xiao Wu did not stand on ceremony and directly snatched her portion.

She scooped it up with a spoon and sent it straight into her mouth.

"Ah, hot, hot, hot, hot..."

"You eat so fast. Can't you blow on it first?" Though he said that, Du Bei still put down his chopsticks, took a tissue, and wiped the corner of Xiao Wu's mouth.

"No one's going to steal it from you. Eat slowly."

While the two were having breakfast, an unfamiliar voice came from the neighboring table.

"Xiao Wu! You're eating here too!"

Turning to look, they saw that a gloomy middle-aged man and a dark-skinned boy had somehow taken seats at the table beside them.

"Xiao Wu, why are you up so early today? Want to sit at our table? I got carrot porridge too. I can give you half..."

His overly familiar tone completely ignored Du Bei, who was sitting beside her.

That was right. This boy was Tang San, Tang Little Hammer, the protagonist of the novel Douluo Continent.

"Little San, can you stop bothering me while I'm eating?"

"Believe it or not, Sister Xiao Wu will beat you up?" She swung her fist at Tang San without the slightest politeness, looking as though she would beat up her little brother at the slightest disagreement.

Du Bei could not help but laugh silently at the sight.

Because of Du Bei's presence, Xiao Wu and Tang San's relationship here was merely that of a big sister looking after her little brother.

As for whether Tang San, the little brother, had any other thoughts, that was impossible to know.

In any case, once the novelty of becoming the boss had worn off, Xiao Wu rarely managed the little brothers under her anymore.

Now, she was practically always glued to Du Bei's side.

Seeing himself ignored, an almost imperceptible flash of jealousy passed through Tang San's eyes.

As a veteran, how could Tang San not know that the little girl before him had never taken a liking to him at all?

He knew everything. He simply did not want to face it.

Yu Xiaogang, who had seen all of this, had a faint flicker in his eyes.

He then put down his spoon.

It seemed it was time for him, as the teacher, to play wingman for his disciple.

He cleared his throat a few times.

He cast a disdainful glance at Du Bei and asked stiffly, "Little Du, how has your cultivation been lately? Have you broken through to Level 30 yet?"

Hearing that irritating voice, Du Bei instantly lost his appetite, though he still gave a perfunctory reply.

"Not bad..."

"Not bad? What do you mean, not bad?" Clearly dissatisfied with such a dismissive answer, Yu Xiaogang pressed further.

"Do you remember my Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls? You need to study them properly. Don't spend all day doing nothing but standing around by the gate..."

Facing Yu Xiaogang, who had begun rambling on endlessly, Du Bei quickly finished the food in his bowl and stood up.

"What are you doing? Did you hear everything I said? You need to study properly..." Yu Xiaogang frowned and glared at the already standing Du Bei, clearly displeased by his behavior.

"Enough. Master, I don't owe you any money."

"Stop looking down your nose at me. Save those theories of yours for your own disciple. I won't keep you company any longer. See you around."

After greeting the surrounding teachers,

"Xiao Wu, let's go."

"Okay!"

Already annoyed, Xiao Wu immediately picked up her tray and prepared to leave this irritating place with Du Bei.

As for Yu Xiaogang, who did he think he was?

If not for Du Bei being present, Xiao Wu would have started cursing long ago. What was this thing doing here, daring to lecture her and her uncle?

"You! You! You!"

Watching the two figures walk away, Yu Xiaogang was so furious that his rage soared to the heavens!

"Utterly unreasonable! A piece of trash actually dared speak to me like that. Serves him right—he'll never break through Level 30 in his entire life!"

Faced with Yu Xiaogang's impotent rage, the teachers who had been eating around him suddenly looked at him strangely. If they remembered correctly, Yu Xiaogang himself seemed unable to break through Level 30 either, right?

How did he have the nerve to criticize someone else? Did he have no shame?

Yet despite this being something anyone with eyes could see, there was still one genius present who failed to understand it.

That genius was Tang San!

"Teacher, don't be angry."

"Someone as short-sighted as him must have confused Xiao Wu. I'll go bring her back."