Chapitre 21: Grandmaster? Teacher? (3)
"Grandmaster really is 'unequalled', only, unequalled in theory. Of course, he still must put those theories to actual work. Director, I still remember Grandmaster had some ten great core spirit competences theory, right. That was simply too ridiculous."
"Enough, Grandmaster is the dean's friend. You must not make such presumptuous evaluations. Although there is no proof his theory is correct, but no one has proved his theory wrong. In the spirit world, Grandmaster is indeed a brilliant and famous person."
"Incorrect, director, a brilliant and famous clown should be correct. Everyone just acts if he is a joke, nothing more."
Hearing the sound of the conversation inside, Tang San's footsteps only halted for a moment, then he proceeded to leave. The corners of his mouth exuded a trace of disdain; of course it was not directed at his just acknowledged master, rather at the three teachers in the administration office.
From barely a simple certificate he could see that he had twin spirits, and further conclude that his other spirit was a formidable one, could that only be a joke?
Theory unequalled? Right now his biggest necessity was theory. A master's physical strength could not be passed on to the disciple - what was passed down was knowledge. Those people did not understand even this much, even though they were academy teachers.
There was only one dormitory building, easily found, where academy students and teachers all lived. Just like what old Jack said, those who could become spirit masters were very few, and it was especially so in a remote city like Nuoding. The amount of students and teachers were certainly not many, and a single dormitory building could already bear the burden.
The student dormitory altogether only had seven rooms. Because the elementary spirit master academy students were all comparatively young, in order to better supervise them together every year's students lived together in a big dormitory room. Each year's Nuoding primary spirit master academy students were only approximately forty people.
The dormitory building's lower three floors held seven big student dorm rooms, and every dorm room had a teacher in charge.
Room seven among these seven student dorm rooms was a comparatively unusual place. The circumstances were also the most different: it was a place especially for working students. After all, the academy was not a charity and even though the tuition for working students was lowered, the treatment could not be as good as that of ordinary students.
Room seven was also the only mixed age dormitory, so no matter what grade, all working students lived here.
Just when Tang San reached the door of room seven he could hear loud noises from inside. The door was open, so he walked up and looked inside.
This was an expansive room, in excess of three hundred square metres. Inside altogether fifty beds were lined up, but only the beds: only eleven had bedding. Right now, inside there were seven or eight to twelve year old students making a ruckus.
Tang San knocked on the door, and the children arguing inside immediately turned their gazes in that direction. Among them an older comparatively large kid looked at Tang San in clothing covered with patches, then walked towards him.
This kid compared to Tang San was nearly two heads taller, and this kid's body could be regarded as comparatively tall and sturdy for his age. Walking up in front of Tang San, he somewhat towered above him and said:
"A newly arrived working student?"
On Tang San's face was a slight good intentioned smile,
"Hello, I am a working student from Holy Spirit village."
"I am called Wang Sheng, my spirit is a future war tiger battle spirit. Also the head of this place. Boy, what's your name? What's your spirit?"
"I'm Tang San, spirit is blue silver grass."
"Blue silver grass spirit? Since when could a blue silver grass spirit cultivate?"
Wang Sheng appeared absolutely startled, the kids in the dormitory all broke out in raucous laughter , looking at Tang San as if he was an idiot.
Tang San was still smiling,
"Please let me by, ok?"
Wang Sheng did not comprehend Tang San's words,
"Little Third, I'm the boss here, hereafter you listen to me, got it?"
The smile on Tang San's face gradually disappeared,
"My name is Tang San, not little Third."
If the seniors called him little San he would not take it to heart, or if it was a good intentioned form of address it was also no matter, but the so called boss before his eyes obviously meant it to be a show of strength towards him.
Wang Sheng raised his hands to push at Tang San's shoulders, pushing him back several steps,
"I'm calling you little Third, so what? Not satisfied?"
Tang San smiled, lightly shaking his head, placing the school uniform in his hands on a bed to the side, while Wang Sheng was somewhat bewildered at whyever for. Suddenly, Tang San vanished from in front of him.
The other students clearly saw Tang San take an extremely fast step, and unexpectedly already arrived at Wang Sheng's back. Without turning his head, his right arm curved up, a single elbow strike at Wang Sheng's waist, meanwhile, his right foot also happened to be by Wang Sheng's right foot.
Wang Sheng could not even react. He had already completely tumbled out, bouncing through the open dormitory door. Fortunately the strength of his footwork was not bad, and unexpectedly he had not fallen down, otherwise he would have fallen flat on his face.
"Stinking brat, you dare strike me?"
Wang Sheng, indignant, pounced at Tang San in a wink like a fierce tiger.
Tang San had hoped that on coming to live at the academy he would not encounter too many troubles, or at least live normally without disturbances. However, he certainly thought he should give this 'boss' before him a little lesson. What is called 'killing the chicken to warn the monkey'.
Looking on passively as Wang Sheng pounced, aiming one punch at the pit of his stomach, Tang San did not retreat and conversely advanced, taking a step to meet Wang Sheng. His step was just enough to put him in front of Wang Sheng, at the same time stretching out his left hand, the right hand following along. Completing a simple yet effective motion.
Wang Sheng only felt as if his waving right fist was pulled by an exceptional force, and the circumstances unexpectedly changed. Meanwhile a great force came from Tang San's right hand, the foot below again just enough to trip him, a body immediately flying out a second time. This time the balance could not be grasped so well. Tang San's both hands simple motions already made use of Tang sect secret lore Controlling Crane Catching Dragon skill, taking advantage of Wang Sheng's own physical strength, in addition to his own physical strength. Wang Sheng immediately fell to the ground with a thump.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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Power Stone 
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