"No problem, boss. Forget about money. We might be poor, but if you ask us to do something, we'll make sure it's done right."
Wang Sheng patted his chest and promised without hesitation, leaving Tang San quite satisfied.
"In that case, make the trip for me. In return, I'll teach you some things. I hope you'll study hard.
"Of course, that doesn't just go for Wang Sheng. I'll treat everyone in this dorm equally. I hope you'll put your hearts into learning."
In his previous life, Tang San hadn't felt much attachment to anyone in Dorm Seven except Xiao Wu.
So much so that when they graduated five years later, only he and Xiao Wu had gone to Shrek Academy.
Now, Tang San felt he needed to cultivate a group of trusted followers at Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy.
Perhaps the students in Dorm Seven weren't particularly talented, but he hoped to teach them a few things.
Ideally, he would establish a new Tang Sect with the people from Dorm Seven and his brothers from Shrek Academy as its foundation.
He had little choice. He felt as though more and more things were slipping beyond his control.
In his previous life, he had never encountered anything like being knocked down and brutally beaten by the same group several times in a row.
His five years at Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy in his previous life had been quite comfortable-one could even say they had been as still as an ancient well.
But now, he felt he had to speed up the establishment of the Tang Sect.
He still wasn't sure who stood behind those people targeting him. He had reason to suspect Zhao Ling.
Yet he also felt that shouldn't be the case. Would the foremost person beneath the deities