Over the next two days, Yang Sheng went for Marrow-Washing at night and ran to the Administration Building to find Gao Peng during the day.
Sometimes, even when there was nothing special, he would shamelessly sit in Gao Peng's office.
He helped Gao Peng simply tidy up the room and organize documents.
Through several days of understanding, Yang Sheng finally figured out why class affairs were not actually much, yet Gao Peng was extremely busy.
The counselor of Fist Class Two was just one of Gao Peng's many roles in the school.
As early as two years ago, the school had seconded him to the Cultivation Method Research Room to help school leaders sort out and compile the countless cultivation method materials produced by Hua Nation over the past decades.
This job consumed a vast amount of his energy.
At the same time, he had to handle some administrative affairs.
Therefore, Gao Peng's hair was also growing increasingly sparse day by day.
Tap, tap, tap.
A knock sounded.
Gao Peng raised his head, which had been buried in the desk.
"Come in."
A female student walked in, holding a stack of materials in her arms.
"Director Gao, the Fist Department Student Union needs to hold a cultivation method debate competition this month. The ones from Fist Class Four also want to participate. I just asked our counselor for instructions, and he told me I need to report here for approval and a signature."
Gao Peng frowned.
He still had a lot of work on hand.
However, the cultivation method debate competition was a major event for the school, held every June, and he would also participate as a judge.
The debate competition was set to start in late June, so all preparations had to be completed a week in advance.