Excitement

Baili Jiajue locked eyes with Nangong Lie, narrowing his gaze slightly and sending a clear warning through his intense stare.

Nangong Lie abruptly swallowed his words, feeling a shiver run down his spine, and he looked at Baili Jiajue with a mix of caution and admiration in his eyes.

A certain highness, disguised as a poor student, acted nonchalantly and developed a liking for it. He lazily lifted his phoenix-like eyes, his fingertips gently brushing against Helian Weiwei's lips, exuding a mischievous aura. "Compensation is in order, and I shall naturally provide you with other services." Other services!?

As those five provocative words echoed in the air, Helian Weiwei felt as if she were standing on a scorching stove, her cheeks flushed with heat.

The master was already furious and rendered speechless. He patted his chest in exasperation. "You, you! Helian Weiwei claimed she was innocent, only wanting the other party to cease chasing and killing her like a devil. She never intended for the other party to offer compensation. What is this rush to the brothel about?"

"Separate! Separate immediately!" The master banged his ruler on the wooden table, desperately trying to restore order. He pointed his trembling finger at Nangong Lie, Baili Jiajue, and Helian Weiwei and roared angrily, "All of you, get out of here! Stand facing the wall and contemplate your actions!"

At that moment, a warm and gentle chuckle drifted in from outside the room, belonging to Tu Sufeng.

"Dean!" The master immediately straightened up, showing respect.

Baili Jiajue's pupils constricted, and he returned to his previous indifferent demeanor.

Helian Weiwei furrowed her brows. Was it her imagination, or did she feel that the dean's gaze held a significant meaning when it landed on her?

"It seems you have already had some preliminary interactions in my absence," Tu Sufeng remarked, surveying the room. His gaze then settled on the three individuals, and he wore a satisfied smile. "I am delighted to see such camaraderie among everyone." Upon hearing this, everyone's mouths twitched. Dean, how did you perceive their animosity and murderous intent as camaraderie?

Tu Sufeng continued to smile, and his gaze drifted over Helian Weiwei nonchalantly.

Interesting, very interesting. His icy nephew actually tolerated this little girl's existence!

Under normal circumstances, blood would have been shed by now. After all, that kid's temper was such that he disregarded anyone but the Emperor. Yet, this situation was not as simple as it appeared. Perhaps Tu Sufeng should investigate the identity of this little girl; something interesting might unravel.

As if watching an intriguing show, the corners of Tu Sufeng's mouth curled up slightly, and he clapped his left hand onto his right, commanding, "Alright, now line up."

"What for?" Nangong Lie, though more serious in the presence of Tu Sufeng, maintained his unyielding tone.

The little bald figure standing next to Tu Sufeng glared at him fiercely before kicking him!

"Hundred... Ahem, you!" Nangong Lie jumped up, seemingly realizing something and quickly changing the name that was about to escape his lips to "you."

The little bald figure's face remained impassive as he took a bite of the meat bun in his hand. With a fierce warning in his eyes, he declared, "Those who question the dean shall perish!"

The more Helian Weiwei looked at him, the more she found the little bald figure adorable, and she couldn't help but want to reach out and pinch his cheek.

However, the little bald figure was too vigilant, treating everyone with coldness and dominance except for the dean.

Why did he remind her of someone?

Helian Weiwei glanced in Baili Jiajue's direction, and the more she observed, the more she noticed the resemblance between the two.

But when she considered their ages, it seemed highly unlikely.

Even if this man possessed extraordinary strength, he was merely a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth. No matter how precocious, he couldn't possibly have a five or six-year-old child.

Nevertheless, what concerned Helian Weiwei the most was Tu Sufeng's demeanor. From beginning to end, the seemingly gentle and harmless dean wore a light smile, as if he could remain unaffected by anything happening around him.

A person capable of such composure was undoubtedly more than just the dean of the academy!

As if sensing Helian Weiwei's gaze, Tu Sufeng met her eyes with a smile and continued, "It appears that everyone is quite curious about my next arrangement. This year, Taibai Academy's regulations will differ from previous years. You will collaborate with the freshmen from the three courtyards to choose the course you wish to major in, based on your own interests." However, once you have made your choice, you will be tested on that course during the upcoming freshman examination in one month's time. Unfortunately, those who fail...well, they will lose their student status.

This news came as a shock to the freshmen from the Missionary Hospital, leaving them dumbfounded and exchanging bewildered glances.

Tu Sufeng seemed to feel that the impact was insufficient. He stroked his chin and added, "Oh, I almost forgot to mention, the passing rate is only thirty percent. Good luck."

The extremely low passing rate threw both the Missionary Hospital's freshmen and the students from the other three colleges into a state of panic.

Hence, the choice of major course became crucial. Choosing the right one might lead to success, while selecting anything other than the "martial arts" major would undoubtedly result in a miserable failure during the examination.

"It seems like we will have a difficult time this year with individuals like Murong Changfeng and Helian Jiao'er. They are simply prodigies!"

"It's going to be tough to choose martial arts as a major."

"Indeed, it's better for people like us not to risk it."

"Next, Helian Weiwei!"

The master's aged voice broke the whispers in the room.

Helian Weiwei lazily stretched, placing her hand on the back of her neck, elegantly swaying from side to side, and then proceeded toward her master.

The master perused the old yellow scrolls in his hands and, upon realizing that she was a freshman from the Missionary Hospital, pointed to a direction without raising his head. "The alchemy major is over there; you can go straight there."

Helian Weiwei didn't budge, looking down at her master and speaking lightly, "I've chosen martial arts, not alchemy."

"What did you say? You want to choose martial arts?" The master's voice escalated in disbelief.

In that moment, all eyes were fixed on Helian Weiwei.

Laughter erupted. "Is this useless girl an idiot?"

"How dare someone with zero test results attempt to major in martial arts? What is she trying to achieve? Seeking abuse?"

"She doesn't need such means to draw attention to herself, does she?" Indeed, she is infatuated with Murong Shaofeng and does everything for him!

"Are you suggesting she did this for Murong Shaofeng?" Suddenly, an evil, low laugh interjected without warning...