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"Mr. Andrew, in order to welcome you, we specially booked the best hotel in the city," Ulysses said with a smile.

"The best hotel?"

Andrew looked a little embarrassed.

"I'm just an ordinary first-year student. It's already very embarrassing for the principal, vice-principal, and so many instructors to come to pick me up, let alone treat me to a meal."

After hearing his words, Ulysses and Carroll widened their eyes in shock.

First-year student?

You're a seventh-grade grandmaster, and you actually want to be a new student?

Ridiculous!

Ulysses's motive for wanting to rope in Andrew was very simple.

He was a rare genius in the world!

An eighteen-year-old seventh-grade grandmaster, who had seen such talent before?

In any case, Ulysses himself had never seen anyone like him.

When he became a seventh-grade grandmaster, he was already 40 years old.