The Dean Is the Ultimate Good-for-Nothing!

He originally shouted those words at the man in blue next to him.

However, the Loudspeaker Soul Tool above the Soul Arena was only half open, and the sound leaked in through the half-open receiver, amplified, and spread to every corner of the entire Soul Arena.

The audience was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, which came from all directions and pounded on the Soul Arena Platform one after another.

On the Imperial Fighting Team's side, Yu Tianheng had just been pulled back from unconsciousness by Ye Lingling's healing petals.

His eyelids twitched twice, and he slowly opened them a crack. His vision was still blurry. First, a burst of laughter filled his ears, followed by the words, "Soybean Team, you're a disgrace."

His mind went blank, his hand supporting him on the ground suddenly went limp, and he staggered forward before being caught by Yu Feng beside him.

The members of the Imperial Fighting Team helped each other walk towards the edge of the Soul Arena Platform.

Yu Feng supported Yu Tianheng's arm, with Osler following behind. The Shi Brothers put their arms around each other's shoulders. Shi Mo's arm was still too heavy to lift, and Shi Mo's complexion was better than before, but his steps were still unsteady.

Dugu Yan walked in the middle of the group, the red mark on her throat not yet completely faded, and she walked with her head slightly lowered.

Ye Lingling followed at the very back, her eyes red-rimmed.

Yu Tianheng walked very slowly.

Half of her body was leaning on Yu Feng's shoulder, and every step she took felt like walking on cotton. Her gaze was unfocused, and it was unclear what she was looking at.

When he reached the entrance of the passage, he paused, pulled his arm back from Yu Feng's shoulder, and stood still on his own.

He was a little unsteady on his feet, swayed for a moment, but then regained his balance.

"You guys go back first." His voice was much lower than usual, and it was hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat.

I'm going out for a walk.

Dugu Yan took a step forward. "Tian Heng, your injuries haven't healed yet, how about I stay with you?"

Yu Tianheng waved his hand.

He didn't turn around; he simply paused his hand in mid-air for a moment before lowering it.

I want to be alone for a while.

After saying that, he stepped into the passageway, his steps slow but steady.

His silhouette grew thinner and thinner under the corridor lights, until it finally turned the corner and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Dugu Yan stood there, looking in that direction. Her lips moved as if she wanted to call his name, but the two words stuck in her throat and she couldn't get them out.

Yu Feng stood to the side, watching the whole scene unfold. He sniffed and said in a muffled voice, "Boss isn't going to do something rash by himself, is he?"

Osler, standing next to him, glared at him upon hearing this and said, "Shut up."

Yu Feng pursed his lips, his eyes slightly reddening.

He sniffed, like a wronged bird tucking all its feathers in.

"The eldest is so pitiful, people can't help it... they can't help but feel sad."

"People just can't help it, and when they can't help it, they're so happy!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

In the hotel's private room, Ma Hongjun was holding a glass of wine, his face flushed with laughter.

Xiao Wu's face had regained most of its color, and hearing Ma Hongjun's tone, she couldn't help but reply.

"You're happy because you see so much delicious food?"

Ma Hongjun slammed his wine glass on the table, shook his head, and laughed even louder, "Of course not! It's because the dean is treating, so I'm very happy!"

The private room erupted in laughter.

Dai Mubai leaned back in his chair, laughing so hard his shoulders shook. Oscar was bent over, slapping his thigh with one hand while nearly dropping his chopsticks with the other.

Before the laughter had even subsided, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A voice boomed in from the doorway, drowning out the noise filling the room.

"You're happy to see my student beaten like this?"

"You're quite proud of yourselves for injuring my student, aren't you?"

The laughter that filled the room stopped instantly.

All eyes turned to the doorway.

Qin Ming stood there, dressed in a dark long robe, his face gloomy.

His gaze swept across the faces of everyone at the table.

Dai Mubai was the first to recognize him.

He put his glass on the table and stood up.

"You're the leader of the Imperial Fighting Team. What do you want to do?"

"I'm looking for your teacher."

Xiao Wu stared at the figure at the door and whispered something.

"They've already come to cause trouble, why aren't those old guys from the academy showing up yet!"

Just then, Oscar smiled.

"Watch me."

He leaned back in his chair, then shouted at the top of his lungs toward the door.

"Dean! Your secret stash of money is in danger! Fatty booked two tables of high-class food and bought everyone a formal suit, and the bill is all in the academy's accounts!"

His voice was shrill and bright, with a strong penetrating power, shooting out from the crack in the private room door and down the corridor.

Qin Ming frowned, wondering what this was all about now.

Zhu Zhuqing sat at the table, glanced at Oscar, and said, "That's a bit despicable."

Xiao Wu paused for a moment, then couldn't help but ask, "Will it work?"

Ning Rongrong added, "The dean is an old miser."

Ma Hongjun leaned back in his chair and snorted in Qin Ming's direction, "Don't try to run away if you dare. You're finished when our teacher arrives."

He had barely finished speaking when a series of hurried footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

Flender walked in with a grim face, Zhao Wuji following behind him. Flender's gaze swept over the two tables in the private room where the food had barely been touched, and his lips twitched slightly.

"Ma Hongjun, do you have a death wish? You've been acting like a rich man here."

As if he had found a powerful backer, Ma Hongjun rushed to the door in a few strides.

"Teacher! The instructor from the Imperial Fighting Team is here to cause trouble!"

He glanced back at Qin Ming, then turned back.

"Hmph, their students are useless, and their teachers are definitely even more useless!"

Qin Ming stood at the door, looking at Ma Hongjun's smug face, his brows furrowing even more.

He didn't speak, but instead shifted his gaze from Ma Hongjun's face to Flender behind him.

Flender said expressionlessly, "And what about their teacher's teacher?"

Ma Hongjun got even more excited.

"That must be a complete waste!"

Flender raised his hand and slapped Ma Hongjun on the back of the head.

Ma Hongjun staggered two steps to the side after being slapped, clutching his head and turning back with a wronged expression. "Ah, why did you hit me!"

Zhao Wuji stood to the side, arms crossed, and chuckled twice.

"Because your dean is that utterly useless good-for-nothing."

Ma Hongjun was stunned.

What the heck? Why is the dean such a complete waste of space?

At this moment, Qin Ming took a step forward, stood in front of Flender, put his hands at his sides, and bowed slightly in greeting.

"Student Qin Ming greets Dean Flender and Vice Dean Zhao Wuji."