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Chen Xiaojun rose and slowly walked over to Zhuang Mocheng, then suddenly reached out and pushed open the window.
On the Soul Fighting Platforms below, soul power surged like a raging tide, light burst in all directions like dazzling fireworks, and the battles grew ever fiercer.
Pointing at the fierce battles outside, Chen Xiaojun said passionately, "Elder Zhuang, eight hundred students would account for only a fifth of the people awakening as Soul Masters in our province, and that is merely our long-term goal."
"But in the near term, expanding enrollment to twelve classes with five hundred students is something we can certainly accomplish."
Zhuang Mocheng pressed his lips together and asked worriedly, "But how will we address all the issues with teaching staff, buildings and facilities, textbooks and equipment, and day-to-day operations?"
Chen Xiaojun smiled faintly and said with quiet confidence, "Those problems may be thorny, but they are not impossible to solve. Nor do we need to solve them all immediately. This is a process of long-term planning."
"As far as buildings and facilities go, our main difficulties right now are accommodations and classrooms."
"However, we still have spare capacity among the academy's seventy existing classrooms."
"Accommodations are easy enough to address, too. We only need to have the Architecture Academy's professionals handle construction."
"As for our existing thirty-six Soul Fighting Platforms and eighteen sports grounds and training fields, they will be enough to keep us operating normally for the next three years."
"And those twenty high-end mimicry environments can fully meet our teaching needs."
"So, as long as we make up our minds, the additional buildings and facilities can soon be put in place to meet demand."
Beneath the flickering soul lamps, delicate strands of light danced like nimble sprites,