The crowd gradually dispersed.
Huo Yuhao walked leisurely along the academy path with his hands in his pockets.
He had no desire to spare the platform another glance.
To him, whether he could become one of those so-called core disciples of the Martial Soul Department was fundamentally unimportant.
He had never cared about such empty titles.
But he truly had not expected this.
Yan Shaozhe, a dignified elder of the Sea God Pavilion, would openly resort to petty tricks over something like this.
He was narrow-minded to the extreme.
Still, it did fit that old bastard's short-sightedness in the original story.
Huo Yuhao sneered inwardly.
If it had been the original Huo Yuhao, starved of affection, he might have felt wronged right now, but he would have silently swallowed it.
What a pity.
Huo Yuhao had always had strong teeth—he yielded to kindness, not force.
Trying to control him.
That old bastard had kicked a real iron plate this time.
"Yuhao."
A somewhat anxious voice came from beside him.
Wang Dong hurried over to his side, her pink-blue eyes filled with undisguised heartache and concern.
"Are you okay?"
Wang Dong stared intently at Huo Yuhao's face.
"I'm fine."
Huo Yuhao calmly shook his head.
He could not even be bothered to feel the slightest emotional fluctuation over such deliberate suppression.
Yet seeing how composed he was, Wang Dong instead felt that he was forcing himself to endure it.
No matter how inscrutable this guy usually acted, he was ultimately only a twelve-year-old boy.
The next second.
No one knew where Wang Dong found the courage, but she spread her arms and tightly wrapped them around Huo Yuhao's waist.
Feeling the soft warmth against his chest.
Huo Yuhao stopped walking.
His mind went blank.
The freshmen around them who