"Kid, if you're that good with words, say a little more. It's fine. Your teacher here has all the time in the world to listen."
Watching Zhao Wuji act like this, Yu Xiaogang's lips twitched furiously.
This short, stocky middle-aged man was utterly shameless. Someone gave him a couple of compliments, and he actually started puffing himself up???
Tang San's father and eldest uncle were both Titled Douluo experts, as were those elders of his grandfather's generation.
Tang San himself had also returned to the Clear Sky Sect and had even been named its young sect master.
You're just a Soul Saint-level piece of trash, and you dare show off in front of him?
Believe it or not, his father could come here bare-handed and beat you until you were crawling around looking for your teeth!
"Teacher Zhao, my name is Tang San. I'm here to enroll in Shrek Academy. Could you introduce us to Dean Flender?"
Tang San did not continue buttering him up, but instead asked Zhao Wuji in an inquiring tone.
"Hmm..." Zhao Wuji looked at Tang San, his brows tightly knitted. Only after thinking for a moment did he speak.
"I could, but our academy's admissions ended more than two months ago.
"It won't be easy to get Dean Flender to make an exception for you."
Seeing Zhao Wuji look so troubled, Yu Xiaogang could not hold back and said to him,
"What's so difficult about it? My disciple wanting to enter your academy is your good fortune.
"Do you know that my disciple is only twelve, yet his Soul Power has already reached Level 33? And he's also..."
"Teacher... please stop. We're here to enroll, not to use our influence to pressure anyone."
Tang San frowned slightly, somewhat dissatisfied with his teacher's recklessness.
*My teacher