Notting College.

Academic Affairs Office.

"What did you say? A six-year-old soul master?" The master slapped the table and stared at Director Su in disbelief.

"Yes, I personally tested it yesterday. The eleventh level soul master is undoubtedly." Director Su said with a smile on his face.

When he looked at Tang San, the master looked surprised.

Six years old, level 11. Is this obviously another innate soul power?

Is this a gift from God?

I met two geniuses with innate soul power in a short time! Is this the compensation given to me by fate?

Although I, Yu Xiaogang, have been incomplete in martial arts and have suffered humiliation, my future students will definitely become famous in the mainland!

At this time, in his heart, Zhao Ming had become his student.

"Where is he now?" The decadent old face suddenly lit up, and the master shouted excitedly.

"He is also assigned to the Qishe, just like Tang San." Director Su frowned.

After receiving Director Su's reply, the master pulled Tang San and turned around and walked out.

"Puff, look at his anxious look! He doesn't want to accept that child Zhao Ming as his apprentice?"

"I think that's the case."

"Do we want to stop it? It's okay for Tang San's child to be fine, Zhao Ming is a real genius. You can't let him be ruined in the hands of the master."

"Enough, the master is the dean's friend. You must not comment on it. Although no one proved that his theory was correct, no one proved that his theory was wrong."

"Director. Even if he is a friend of the dean, he cannot accept students from our college as his apprentices. After all, he is not a teacher in our college, and this is digging the corner of our college."

"Yes, I think Zhao Ming's teacher is the only director."

Director Su frowned when he heard this.

That’s right, when can students in our college allow you to take apprentices at will?

It’s okay for the child Tang San to do it, after all, he is a useless martial soul. But although Zhao Ming’s child, although he doesn’t know his martial soul, he knows very well that he is definitely a genius.

"Forget it. If Zhao Ming's child is willing, we can't control it." Director Su said. However, his dissatisfaction with the master deepened a little.

...

"Teacher, is that person also a twin martial soul?" Tang San asked with confusion.

"I don't know, but it's very likely. From ancient times to the present, there are only a handful of innate soul-powered geniuses recorded in the book."

"Most of these people are twin martial souls. If there is only one martial soul, then that martial soul is definitely a very powerful martial soul." As he walked, the master explained to Tang San.

They walked very quickly, and the master was obviously very familiar with this place, so he led Tang San to the Qishu.

At this time, Zhao Ming was lying on the bed with his legs on the bed frame, extremely leisurely.

He had already found out yesterday that Notting College's admission time is only three days. From yesterday's calculation, it will only be recruited today and tomorrow. Therefore, if Xiao Wu's girl doesn't come tomorrow, she will come the day after tomorrow.

To this end, Zhao Ming has already arranged everything in advance.

Brand new and beautiful bedding, the only lilac bed curtain in the dormitory. For insurance, he also bought a large bag of carrots.

This is the beauty of knowing the plot!

"Master?" Just as Zhao Ming was fantasizing about his wonderful life with Xiao Wu, a surprised voice came from the dormitory.

Master? What master?

In a daze, Zhao Ming seemed to understand something and looked out the door.

A middle-aged man and a child are standing at the door.

The middle-aged man had short hair, ordinary appearance, and slightly bent his waist, revealing a sense of decadence and laziness.

The child's clothes are simple, and even patches are applied in some places. He has short black hair and dark skin.

The Master and Tang San? Zhao Ming's mouth was filled with a smile.

"Hello, my name is Zhao Ming. The head of the Qishe." He walked forward and Zhao Ming said.

"You are Zhao Ming?" Master and Tang San said in surprise at the same time.

"You know me?"

"Director Su mentioned you to us just now. He is such a hero and a young man!" the master exclaimed.

"By the way, my name is Tang San, and I am from Qishe. This is my teacher, you can call him Master." Tang San pointed at the master and said.

"Master? That master is called the number one martial soul theory in the continent?" Zhao Ming pretended to be surprised, and an exaggerated expression appeared on his face.

"These are just false reputations." The master waved his head, but couldn't help but feel complacent.

In his opinion, since he knew his name, he would definitely not refuse.

"No, no, no, the master's academic reputation is well-known all over the world. Although he is no longer in the martial soul world, the legend of the master is still circulating throughout the continent."

"Okay, okay! OK!" the master said loudly. He didn't expect that he had such a young fan in the martial soul world.

"Then are you willing to worship me as your teacher?" the master said excitedly.

"No! Would you! Would you!"

With a raised brow, Zhao Ming slowly spit out three big words!

"Good disciple, then we... wait, what did you say?" Halfway through the words, the master's words came to an abrupt end. His face showed an ugly look of constipation.

"puff!"

"Haha." Seeing this scene, the members of the Qishe couldn't help laughing out loud.

Frowning, the master couldn't help asking, "Why? Don't you want to learn martial soul theory knowledge with me?"

"There is no other reason. But my martial soul is too bad, and I'm afraid I can't get into the eyes of the master."

It turned out to be this reason? The master felt relieved and said lightly: "There are no waste martial souls in this world, only waste soul masters. Even if you are a martial soul misunderstanding, you will eventually achieve something if you are willing to work hard."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true." The master said righteously.

"Then why did the Master have not yet broken through the Soul Lord?"

"Is the master the legendary waste soul master? Then forget it, I don't need a waste to teach me." Zhao Ming shrugged and said.

"you!"

The master stroked his chest, his face turned blue and white. He finally realized that the person in front of him was humiliating him. But he couldn't refute it.

"Stop talking, you are not allowed to slander my teacher!" Tang San couldn't help but look at Zhao Ming angrily. At this time, he had no good feelings for Zhao Ming at all.

"Slander? I did not slander him. There is no waste of martial soul, only waste is the soul master. The master himself said this. Do you think so?"

"What the boss said is right, it is what the master admits himself."

"Yes! I heard from the teacher in the class that the master's martial soul will fart, and it will be useless at all."

They all started to cheer when watching the fun.

At this time, Zhao Ming's image in their hearts had risen to an extremely high level.

"Puff!" After being humiliated like this, the master finally couldn't help it and squirted out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

Seeing the master fall straight away coldly, Zhao Ming had no idea of ​​going to help.

The first person in theory? He is also a master? Do you think you are Newton or Einstein?

Even if your theory is useful, Zhao Ming can easily summarize a few theories after reading so many fantasy novels.

You, a trigonometric function, still want to teach me?
Chapter completed!