Tang Wulin stood in the center of the arena, looking at all the eyes in the audience that seemed to be questioning life itself. He felt rather helpless.
I really just wanted a spar... he grumbled silently.
But after displaying world-shattering power, he still put on an "I'm innocent" and "I'm shy" expression. To everyone else, it was a textbook case of playing the pig to eat the tiger, with a sly streak that made them grit their teeth.
"He's awful! He's ridiculously strong, but he tricked us into thinking he was a support type!"
"Exactly! I thought I'd landed a bargain, only to get blasted off the moment I went up!"
"But... don't you think he looked really handsome when he threw that punch?"
A quiet murmur suddenly rose from the crowd.
That murmur was like flipping some strange switch.
The boys who had been complaining about Tang Wulin's "violence" suddenly noticed that the girls around them—from newly enrolled junior students to female teachers who had stayed after graduating—were all looking at him differently.
Those were no longer looks directed at a "violent maniac," but at a "God"!
"Yes! He might be a little violent, but he's seriously handsome!"
"That swagger when he ended the fight with one punch, and that innocent expression afterward... oh my god, I'm a goner!"
"He's even more charming than Teacher Wu Changkong was back then! Teacher Wu was cool and aloof, but Teacher Tang's adorable contrast is downright lethal!"
The moment the match ended, the formerly empty arena was surrounded by a crowd.
And the vast majority of those rushing over were girls.
"Teacher Tang! I'm your fan! Could you give me an autograph?"
"Teacher Tang! I'm going to Shrek Academy for further studies. Could you write me a few words of encouragement?"