"So this is Zuo Xiaoduo? Ye Changqing's top seed?"
The five spoke in different tones, each seemingly calm and indifferent, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
But what each of them was actually thinking was open to interpretation.
Hidden Dragon High Martial had one principal and eight vice principals.
Among them, apart from First Vice Principal Xiang, who had suffered a sneak attack that left him with an extraordinarily strange injury and an overpowering stench, keeping him shut away for years, everyone was here!
It was the start of the school year.
Yet, judging by these vice principals alone, a struggle for power amid disintegration had already unfolded in full.
And Principal Ye Changqing's heart meridians were injured. He could hold on for three more years at most before he could go no further.
In other words, in three years at most, Hidden Dragon High Martial would welcome a new master, a new principal!
A new dynasty would begin!
And Zuo Xiaoduo and the others had enrolled at precisely this moment!
It was almost possible to picture it: just as a storm was about to break, Zuo Xiaoduo and the others had practically plunged headfirst into the teeth of it!
And right now, Zuo Xiaoduo knew nothing about any of this!
Or perhaps, even if he knew, he might not take it seriously!
"This is our dorm?"
Zuo Xiaoduo stared at the detached villa built right next to the school, with its enormous grounds-and especially its courtyard of a full thousand square meters-and was instantly struck dumb with disbelief.
"No, it's just a place you rented yourselves."
Zhan Xiaofei spoke mildly.
"We rented it ourselves?"
"That's right. You rented it yourselves."
Zhan Xiaofei produced a rental contract. "You're renting this villa for a million a year. You're very rich, understand?"