Xiang Jing Mountain finally couldnât hold it back and directly questioned him, his words were not polite at all.
He had always hated students who dawdled.
"Iâm sorry, Principal Xiang, the reason Iâve been considering for so long isnât because Iâm dawdling, but because Iâm being responsible for myself.
"The previous mentor profiles were just cold introductions; I havenât met any of them in person. For my cultivation, I also have to see if I can connect with the mentor.
"Also, according to West Martial School rules, thereâs no specified time for students to choose a mentor. I havenât even wasted until tomorrow; Iâve just been thinking for a few minutes."
Su Yue was already irritated.
Xiang Jing Mountainâs indiscriminate scolding also aroused Su Yueâs anger.
Because of the issue with Dai Yuegui, Su Yue was also holding a belly full of anger with no place to vent.
A clash of titans.
Suddenly, the playground fell silent.
Everyone stared at Su Yue.
What he said wasnât wrong; West Martial indeed had no stipulated time.
But openly defying the vice principal, your days ahead wonât be easy.
Yet upon reconsidering Su Yueâs aptitude, everyone was relieved again.
For such a gifted student, a bit of arrogance seemed normal.
But this way, Su Yue surely wouldnât choose Xiang Jing Mountainâs class.
This year, things were not favorable for Xiang Jing Mountain.
The two strongest students in West Martial both chose the teacher ranked third.
This was a bit awkward.
"Hmph, West Martial has been slack in recent years. Since I, Xiang Jing Mountain, am the vice principal, I wonât let West Martialâs chaos continue.
"Starting from your batch of freshmen, I want you to know what school rules are.
"Since you like to cite school rules, from now on, weâll speak with the rules!"
Xiang Jing Mountain was left speechless by Su Yueâs rebuttal.
With a cold snort, he led a group of students away directly.
As he was leaving, he shot a cold glance at the teacher ranked third, and the warning in his eyes was obvious: donât think you can just sit back and eat your idle pay this year.
The teacher shook his head.
It didnât matter to him.
If youâre in charge of attendance, then go ahead.
Iâm too lazy to restrict students; free development is the way.
"Troublemaker."
Du Jingâs Book glared venomously at Su Yue.
If Xiang Jing Mountain frequently caused trouble for students, it must be because of Su Yue.
Su Yue remained expressionless.
Am I wrong to ask for a few more minutes to think, within the rules?
You may be the principal, Xiang Jing Mountain.
But this is Wuda, not elementary school, and we are not elementary students.
Are you nurturing puppets with elementary school management?
"Teacher Sima, can you apply your buff to yourself?"
Eventually, amidst a sea of perplexed stares, Su Yue actually walked towards Sima Lingling.
"No problem, but itâs difficult. Do you want to challenge it?"
Sima Lingling smiled warmly.
All the students were dumbfounded.
Even the mentors wore faces of disbelief.
Only Sima Lingling looked very calm.
"I want to give it a try. May I join your eighth class?"
Su Yue asked earnestly.
"Welcome."
Sima Lingling replied.
"Mentor, Su Yue chose the eighth class."
As Xiang Jing Mountain walked towards the fieldâs edge, a student hurriedly reported from behind.
Upon hearing this, Xiang Jing Mountain paused, turned his head, and glanced back.
"Self-destructive, without prospects."
After leaving this comment, Xiang Jing Mountain left with a dark expression.
Even if Su Yue had chosen the second class, Xiang Jing Mountain might have looked up to him a bit more.
Choosing the eighth class, whatâs the difference from choosing the third class?
"Is Su Yue insane?"
Mu Cheng watched everything from afar.
Defying the vice principal didnât really matter; after a while, this would all be forgotten.
The vice principal wasnât that petty.
But choosing a mentor, this was no trivial matter.
Moreover, though no one chose Sima Lingling, she was renowned for being diligent and responsible; if Su Yue just wanted an easy ride, he should have chosen the third class.
Doing this, he would put Master Sima in a difficult position too.
"Mu Cheng, your boyfriend has quite an unusual thought process."
Bai Xiaolong sighed.
"Heâs crazy... No, what boyfriend."
Mu Cheng was already exasperated with Su Yue, and now her face turned pale.
When did I end up with a boyfriend?
Was it assigned by the state?
"Haha, moons and flowers witnessed by many, in the future, your boyfriend will face many challenges."
Bai Xiaolongâs tone was full of jealousy.
Though he had no plans to pursue Mu Cheng, knowing that a pure and flawless flower was being plucked naturally made him uncomfortable.
No, itâs that he wanted to smash the insidious, despicable Su Yue.
May the flower thief die a miserable death.
"Hmph."
Mu Cheng couldnât be bothered to explain; the more she tried, the more it would backfire.
She was just puzzled, why on earth did Su Yue want to become a Priest.
He wasnât someone who feared death, after all.
...
Su Yueâs thinking was quite simple actually.
With a trilateral battle method, he didnât really need West Martialâs mentors to guide him; they were merely Fifth-Grade Martial Artists.
Su Yue could approach Li Xingpei, or Pan Yizheng, or even Mu Jingliang.
He had coincidentally helped them before, so these people would surely guide him wholeheartedly.
If thatâs the case, then thereâs no need to find another mentor.
But just to idly drift along, Su Yue wasnât willing.
Even if he couldnât learn much, gaining some understanding wouldnât hurt.
Moreover, he found Sima Lingling congenial.
Plus, there were fewer people in the eighth class, just two, making it quieter.
"Senior, Hello, my name is Ma Xiaoyu."
Ma Xiaoyu wasnât very tall, just reaching Su Yueâs shoulder.
She wasnât particularly pretty, but she was absolutely the cutest type, like a doll.