"Old Tang, come take a look. Is there something wrong with this freshman's file?"
In the office of True Martial University's Student Recruitment Department, a lecturer of twenty-eight or twenty-nine stared at a file on his screen and called out to the colleague beside him with an odd expression.
Old Tang was a man in his forties. Hearing this, he curled his lips. "What could possibly be wrong with a file? Little Li, you're too young. How can you work like that? Can't you leave it until tomorrow? You worked so hard to stay on at the university, yet you're still working yourself to the bone. Wouldn't that mean you stayed for nothing?"
Slack off whenever you could, coast whenever possible. What you did was what you were owed; what you earned while lying down was profit.
That was Tang Wanhui's philosophy of work.
But today, it had been shattered. Little Li had agreed to something with the department head, dragging him into overtime as well. He was currently sitting in his chair miserably, watching a movie.
"There really is a problem!"
Li Shaohua said helplessly, "Come look. Why does this freshman have the rank of major?"
"Major?"
Old Tang shook his head. "Where did a major come from?"
This time, he stopped making excuses and walked over to the desk, looking at the file.
Name: Su Bei Gender: Male Age: 19 Level: First-order Martial Artist Military Rank: Major Background: September 1524 to July 1530, Tianhu Second Elementary School September 1530 to July 1533, Tianhu First Middle School 1534...
There were only three simple lines in the background section, providing nothing but school enrollment information.
That would naturally have been reasonable for anyone else, but paired with the major rank and Martial Artist status, it looked highly unreasonable.