When he called them out by name, his tone was not harsh, but he unconsciously pinched the corner of the stack of papers in his hand. Judging by his expression, this had clearly caught him somewhat off guard.
Tang Wulin turned his head and glanced at Gu Yuena, who was sitting quietly beside him. The little girl had her head lowered as she flipped through the thin booklet in her hands, her purple eyes moving line by line across the pages, as though being called out had nothing to do with her.
After class, Wang Yan indeed did not let those few leave.
He stood beside the podium and waited until the other students had gradually packed up and left in twos and threes. Only then did he unfold the slips of paper he had pulled out separately and lay them flat across the podium table, like a hand of cards that was not easy to decipher.
Tang Wulin did not leave either.
He leaned back in his chair with his hands tucked into his sleeves, his gaze resting on those slips of paper as he watched quietly like an onlooker.
Wang Yan looked at Huo Yuhao first. His gaze lingered on the slip for a moment, and his tone carried the helplessness of someone whose good temper had been worn thin around the edges.
"Huo Yuhao, your Spirit Eyes martial soul is of the spiritual attribute, leaning toward control and support. In actual combat, the greatest uses of this kind of martial soul are reconnaissance, perception, information transmission, and spiritual interference. Were you serious when you wrote strong-attack type?"
The tips of Huo Yuhao's ears reddened. He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but the words rolled around in his throat before finally becoming a muffled sentence.
"...I don't