Do I Have a Habit of Arriving Early?

Discussion erupted below the stage. Onstage, Ji Yun frowned deeply. A genius like him should have been born to stand beneath the spotlight and enjoy the admiration of the masses, not have his thunder stolen by some nobody who had come out of nowhere.

Just as he was about to question him, an astonishing scene unfolded.

The previously furious principal actually jogged all the way toward Bai Ye, his face full of smiles.

"Ah, Mr. Bai, why are you so late? I was just about to send someone to look for you."

The principal's fawning manner left everyone utterly stunned. As the principal of the Martial Academy, his former students were spread across nearly every major department, and his status was exceedingly high.

Yet such a towering figure was currying favor with a mere new candidate.

Bai Ye glanced at the principal with an indifferent expression. He naturally knew why the principal was being so attentive. Lu Yunxiao and Dr. Jian, who had the Apocalypse Directors backing him, were supporting him from behind. The path had long since been paved for him.

"Do I have a habit of arriving early?" His arrogant voice rang throughout the hall.

"Yes, yes, yes. Mr. Bai, please sit. Let's talk while seated," the principal hurriedly said, leading the way.

Bai Ye swaggered toward the first row, a trail of white smoke drifting from the cigar in his mouth.

"Mr. Bai."

"Hello, Mr. Bai."

"Mr. Bai, please have a seat. We reserved this spot for you long ago."

Several senior Martial Academy officials hurriedly rose to their feet and respectfully guided Bai Ye to his seat.

"White Lord, I'll go sit in the back," Wu De whispered into his ear.

"Why would you sit in the back?" Bai Ye raised the hand holding his cigar