In the spectator stands, Qian Duoduo's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He sat there alone, not saying a word.
But the more things were like this, the more shameless people insisted on sidling up to him-such as a certain dean surnamed Yan.
"Well, well, if it isn't old Qian from the Soul Tool Department. How did you find the time to watch the freshmen play house? You certainly seem in fine spirits."
Stroking his beard, Yan Shaozhe cheerfully sidled up beside Qian Duoduo to make a nuisance of himself.
"Get lost."
Qian Duoduo snapped irritably.
As though he had heard nothing, Yan Shaozhe pointed at Chen Ping below. "That boy there, did you know? He knocked out two seed teams that had won all ten of their matches in the knockout stage. He's something uncanny."
"If those two teams hadn't run into him, they definitely would have qualified for the final four. A real shame, but that just shows how uncanny this little fellow is."
"Unfortunately, even our Martial Soul Department can't find anyone particularly suited to teaching him..."
At those words, hope immediately rose in Qian Duoduo's eyes.
"Oh, well. I'll just have to trouble myself to teach him personally. Let the boy pick up a bargain. Having a Super Douluo for a master wouldn't be bad."
"Yan Shaozhe, get the fuck out of here! Don't spit on the courtesy I'm showing you!"
Even the flesh on Qian Duoduo's face trembled, his eyelids twitching with fury-how could such a disgusting creature exist under heaven?
Satisfied at last, Yan Shaozhe reclined in his chair. "Getting worked up? Why didn't you think of this back when you were gleefully laughing all over the academy about that boy taking me to the cleaners?"
"Keeping him in the