"Teacher Xu Sheng, is that kid particularly good-looking?" Xiao Hongchen asked with a serious expression, hoping to hear a negative answer from him.
Unfortunately, he did not.
Xu Sheng thought back for a moment. "Although most of my attention was on Yuhao's talent, his appearance really does leave a deep impression."
He was not very good at describing someone's looks, so he gave a rough account.
"Yuhao is quite handsome, and his skin is very fair. He just looks rather thin and delicate, so he'd probably be popular with those wealthy little girls."
"What do you young men and women call that... ah, right, raising one up."
Xu Sheng spoke based on his first impression of Huo Yuhao and added a few personal observations.
Xiao Hongchen listened closely, growing more miserable with every word. Wealthy little girls—didn't that mean little rich girls?
Combined with Mingde Hall's immense wealth and powerful financial resources, his sister perfectly fit the label of a little rich girl.
This was bad. The cabbage was showing signs of growing legs.
Xiao Hongchen immediately felt that things were taking a turn for the worse and fell into brief thought. How could his sister possibly withstand such a test?
"Hall Master, when will Yuhao be enrolled?"
Xu Sheng asked. He felt that the choice of instructor needed to be considered carefully.
Like Xuan Ziwen, he was a sixth-year instructor. Students with outstanding talent could enter his Laboratory through an assessment, where he would personally lead them in advanced Soul Tool research and development.
In principle, they did not teach lower-year classes. After all, they were already Level 8 Soul Engineers. To avoid wasting talent, personnel had to be assigned to suitable positions.
But special circumstances called for special treatment. A senior teacher like Xu Sheng could be transferred