I Don't Want To

Duan Yu froze for a moment, then shook his head without hesitation. "I don't want to."

"You don't want to?"

Meng Shenji asked in surprise, "Why?"

Duan Yu stubbornly lifted his chin. "No reason. I just don't want to."

Meng Shenji was a little angry. As a dignified level eighty-six Soul Douluo, given another fifty years, he had a chance of breaking through to become a Title Douluo.

He had already reached an age where he had no plans to take on disciples. Yet after finally finding one he liked, the boy had rejected him when he wanted to accept him as a disciple. He was furious.

"No."

Meng Shenji said angrily, "You must give this old man a reasonable reason."

Duan Yu looked at Meng Shenji before him and hesitated. "Do you really want to hear it?"

"Yes."

Meng Shenji nodded. "Tell this old man exactly what you find unsatisfactory about me."

After hesitating for a while, Duan Yu said, "You're still a little lacking. You haven't even become a Title Douluo."

Although Meng Shenji was countless times stronger than that useless Yu Xiaogang, reaching heights Yu Xiaogang could never attain in his lifetime.

It still was not enough for Duan Yu. He was a genius destined to stand at the peak of the continent. How could he casually take a Soul Douluo as his master? At the very least, it had to be a Title Douluo.

Meng Shenji had never expected Duan Yu's reason to be so blunt and straightforward.

But after thinking about it, Meng Shenji realized that what the boy said was indeed true. The further a Soul Master progressed, the slower their soul power advanced.

Even with the Heaven Dou Empire's resources, it would take him at least forty years to cultivate to the rank of Title Douluo.

Yet Meng Shenji truly liked this disciple very much and still wanted to make one more attempt.

"Little one, although my soul power is a little lacking right now, think about it. If you take me as your master, I guarantee that the academy's resources will all be tilted toward you."

Duan Yu smiled upon hearing that and asked instead, "Then if I don't take you as my master, will the academy's resources still be tilted toward me?"

Meng Shenji was stunned. What kind of joke was that? Whether this little one wanted to become his disciple or not, with his talent, as long as he came to Tiandou Royal Academy, the academy's resources would still be tilted toward him.

For no other reason than...

Almost everyone here came from aristocratic or powerful families. Very few could enter this place on their own merits.

Tiandou Royal Academy was simply too desperate for a genius.

Meng Shenji gave a bitter smile. "Then don't become my disciple if you don't want to. As long as you can enroll, that's enough."

Duan Yu nodded and said with a smile, "Alright. Thank you, Head Teacher."

That very day, Meng Shenji arranged everything for Duan Yu: his dormitory, classroom, cafeteria...

Under the arrangements of Meng Shenji, the head teacher, everyone made things convenient for the child before them.

After considering that Duan Yu did not like theoretical classes, Meng Shenji nodded and granted him special privileges, allowing Duan Yu to attend classes selectively rather than every day.

Although Meng Shenji had arranged everything, news that a nine-year-old child had enrolled in Tiandou Royal Academy still spread like wildfire throughout the academy.

On the third floor of Tiandou Royal Academy.

Seven young men and women watched Duan Yu being led along by Meng Shenji from above, then looked at one another.

"Boss, I heard Teacher Qin Ming say that this kid will be our classmate from now on."

A black-haired youth leaned against the wall, wearing a strange expression. "Why did Teacher Qin let a child into our class? Didn't he say last time that we were the hope for Tiandou Royal Academy's rise?"

Another blond youth, lounging on a sofa and lazily swirling the drink in his hand, sneered when he heard the black-haired youth's words.

"Ao Si Luo, isn't that why you're the most like a child? You're so naive. How could you not seem like a child?"

Mocked by the blond youth, Ao Si Luo immediately flared up.

"Yu Feng, do you have a problem with me or what? If you've got the guts, come to the Soul Arena with me later. Let's see if I don't beat the shit out of you."

"Enough. Stop arguing."

The deep-purple-haired girl beside them, who was picking at her nails, spoke up.

She was Dugu Yan. Her short deep-purple hair and emerald-green eyes gave her a unique charm.

"If he's coming, he's coming. Why are you making such a fuss over a child? Lingling, what do you think?"

Dugu Yan said this to the blue-haired girl wearing a veil who stood in the corner.

Ye Lingling glanced at Duan Yu and said calmly, "For Head Teacher Meng to personally come forward and lead him here, his talent must be excellent."

"See that, Ao Si Luo?"

After hearing even Ye Lingling say so, Yu Feng grabbed Ao Si Luo's hair, ruffled it, then gave him another pat.

"Even Lingling says so, yet you were just acting like a brat over him coming here. I think you're more of a brat than that little brother."

Having had his hair grabbed, Ao Si Luo immediately became furious and glared at him coldly. "Yu Feng, are you looking to die?"

"Enough, you two. Stop arguing too."

Seeing the two of them at each other's throats, only one step away from fighting, the blue-haired young man seated in the central position spoke.

"No matter what, since Head Teacher Meng and Teacher Qin Ming have both mentioned him, it means he has a certain degree of ability."

"When the time comes, let's be good hosts. Just don't bully him."