Fang Yuan stood in place, calmly accepting Tang San’s formal master-apprenticeship bow, and only then reached out to pull him up.
“From now on, you are my Disciple.
I believe you will not regret the decision you made today in the future.
Let’s go, I will take you to meet the headmaster of this academy.”
Fang Yuan took Tang San’s hand and led him toward the headmaster’s office of Notting Academy.
The headmaster was a level 42 Instrument Soul Sect and a prominent figure in Notting City.
However, after seeing the six Soul Rings displayed by Fang Yuan, his gaze instantly became extraordinarily clear.
He hurriedly had someone call the academy’s director of instruction to the headmaster’s office, directly completed Tang San’s enrollment procedures right there in the office, and expressed that he would definitely do his best to take care of Tang San in the future.
However, Tang San’s student worker status remained unchanged because it had already been registered with Spirit Hall, and the headmaster stated he was powerless to change that.
Yet Tang San expressed that he didn’t care about these things.
As someone living a second life, slightly superior or inferior living conditions didn’t have much impact on him.
In this lifetime, starting from the age of four, he slept on the floor and cooked for himself every day, and still managed to live until he entered the academy at age six, didn’t he?
After finishing the enrollment and walking out of the headmaster’s office, Fang Yuan took out a uniquely styled brooch and pinned it on Tang San’s chest.
Looking at Tang San’s puzzled gaze, Fang Yuan smiled indifferently, “This is a spirit tool I obtained previously.
Its function is storage, and it contains more than ten cubic meters of space.
You can store some precious items inside it.”
“Inside the spirit tool brooch, there are also two hundred gold coins, which is a gift from your teacher as well.
You can use this money to buy some necessary items or improve your meals.
Being my Disciple, you must not wrong yourself.”
As he spoke, Fang Yuan reached out and rubbed Tang San’s little head.
Feeling the warm stroke on top of his head, Tang San reached out his fingers to stroke the spirit tool brooch, a warm current surging in his heart.
Whether it was in his past life as an Outer Sect Disciple in Tang Sect, or in this lifetime being raised by Tang Hao through thick and thin, he had almost never felt the warmth of family.
Yet today, in this teacher he had just acknowledged, he felt the presence of familial affection.
The teacher was like a father, arranging everything for him, and like a mother, considering everything thoroughly on his behalf.
A sum of gold coins could greatly improve his living conditions.
And the storage spirit tool was even more extraordinary to him; in the future, the Hidden Weapons he crafted could be stored inside the spirit tool, providing a huge boost to his combat power.
At this moment, even though his Soul was no longer that of a little child, Tang San still felt his eye sockets turn slightly red and his nose ache.
Seeing Tang San’s moved appearance, Fang Yuan secretly nodded in his heart.
This child Tang San did not have a particularly bad nature.
It was just a pity that he met the wrong people his whole life; in his past life he was treated as a tool, and after coming to Douluo Continent he ended up with Haozi and Gangzi.
Now that he had become Tang San’s teacher, as long as his teaching methods weren’t too abstract, Tang San would surely have a normal person’s worldview in the future.
He patted Tang San, who was standing in place in a daze, and smiled, saying, “Alright, go take a look at your dormitory.
Familiarize yourself more with the storage spirit tool these days, but don’t show it off in front of your classmates.”
Tang San suppressed the tears in his eye sockets, waved goodbye to Fang Yuan, and turned to walk toward the student dormitory.
There was only one student dormitory building, with two large dormitories on each floor, housing over eighty people in total.
As an Elementary academy, Notting Academy’s dormitory environment wasn’t bad at all.
At least it didn’t lead to four hundred people fighting over a single toilet, frantically queuing up at the door every morning as soon as they woke up.
Room Seven was the dormitory for student workers.
When Tang San arrived at Room Seven and pushed the door open to enter, he saw the students gathered in a circle.
In the center of the crowd, a robust child had fallen to the ground, letting out painful moans.
In front of him stood a pretty little girl.
The little girl’s long black hair was combed into a scorpion braid, which swayed left and right as she smugly shook her head.
She said in a crisp voice to the child lying on the ground:
“Hey, sleeping is not allowed here.
Since I defeated you, does that mean I’ve become the boss here?”
As the child on the ground forced back his pain and nodded, a sparse round of applause rang out around them, welcoming the birth of Room Seven’s dormitory leader.
At this time, the little girl in the middle of the crowd noticed Tang San at the door and spoke in a crisp voice, “Hey, are you new here?
My name is Xiao Wu, Wu as in dancing.
Do you want to come and challenge me?”
Tang San was someone who was not very willing to stir up trouble.
From the situation on the scene, he could tell what had happened here.
He had no intention of fighting to be the dormitory leader, and upon hearing Xiao Wu’s question, he honestly shook his head.
“How boring,” Xiao Wu flicked her scorpion braid, “Then from now on I’m the boss here!”
Tang San ignored the noisy crowd, casually selected a bed, put down his luggage, and planned to go out to buy some things.
He came to the dormitory door, and just as he wanted to push the door open to go out, it was opened from the outside.
Outside the door, a middle-aged man with short black hair and a very stiff expression stood there, asking Tang San, “Is there a student named Tang San among you?”
Tang San inexplicably felt a hint of vigilance rise in his heart.
He had no relatives or friends in Notting Academy and had just enrolled, so why would someone come to the dormitory looking for him?
He didn’t reveal his identity, but instead politely asked the middle-aged man outside the door, “May I ask what business you have with Tang San?”
The middle-aged man’s voice was hoarse: “My name is Yu Xiaogang, you can call me Master.
I saw Tang San’s test report and want to take him as a Disciple.
If you see Tang San, tell him to come to the headmaster’s office to find me.”
Take me as a Disciple?
Tang San was somewhat puzzled in his heart, but after confirming the middle-aged man’s intentions, he set his mind at ease and said to Yu Xiaogang:
“Master, actually I am Tang San.
I am truly sorry, I already have a teacher.”
Yu Xiaogang was stunned upon hearing this: “You have a teacher?
How can that be?
It was clearly me who came first.
Weren’t you born in a poor little village?
How could a Spirit Master take you as a Disciple?”
He had some friendship with the headmaster of Notting Academy and had always been freeloading meals and lodging at the academy.
After seeing the test information of this batch of students, he keenly discovered one slightly abnormal student, and after confirming that this student was not from any major faction, he hurriedly rushed over.
Yu Xiaogang steadied his mind, a hint of urgency in his voice: “Your teacher cannot teach you properly.
Only by taking me as your master can your talent be fully stimulated.”
As a Martial Soul theoretical master, he saw at a glance that Tang San possessed Twin Martial Souls.
For such a rare talent, he didn’t think just any random nobody on the roadside could teach him well; only under the guidance of him, Master, could Twin Martial Souls shine and glow.