The Mysterious Businessman of Super Seminary

Chapter 42 Soto City Intermediate College

Seeing the yelling from the audience, Wen Twelve took a bucket of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth by the handful, watching the battle below like children fighting with his eyes blank.

After a while, Wen Twelve hiccuped and braced himself to think.

It has been five years, and I have come to this world to do everything well. Looking at Thornton's current growth, who knows how many more five years, if not, I have to spur him.

Thinking of this, Wen Twelve made a certain decision in his heart, and the next moment Wen Twelve disappeared into the stands without a sound.

In the early morning of the next day, Wen Twelve arrived at the Intermediate Soul Master Academy in Suotuo City. Just as he reached the gate, two soul masters about eighteen or nine years old blocked Wen Twelve's way.

Seeing Wen Twelve's handsome and extraordinary appearance, the two dared not neglect, and hurriedly asked.

"Student, are you here to report to the college? But you are late, the college's freshman registration is over."

"Oh, really?"

Hearing what the two said, Wen Twelve replied without any waves. Seeing that the two were about to say something, Wen Twelve glanced at the two, and walked into the academy swaggeringly.

The two were left in a daze, and it took a long time before they recovered.

After entering the Soto City Intermediate Soul Master Academy, the opening ceremony had just ended, and the energetic students on the playground were being divided into classes.

Wen Twelve stopped one casually, inquired about the principal's office, and walked straight over.

"Bang bang bang."

In the office, a ruddy old man about 50 years old with a big belly is having an office romance with a 20-year-old young girl.

Hearing the knock on the door, the old man's body softened, and the two stopped their actions. After the initial panic, anger flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Who is so bold that he actually interrupts his own good deeds."

The old man straightened his collar before shouting towards the door.

"Come in."

Only then did Wen Twelve push the door open and walked in. Seeing the two people in the room with rosy complexions and the girl's hair still a little messy, Wen Twelve nodded, showing a smile that was not a smile, and looked at the two people in front of him. the old man.

"This old man looks like he's in his 50s. I didn't expect this to be a good thing. Can your body take it?"

"Cough cough cough."

Looking at Wen Twelve's expression, the principal coughed a few times in embarrassment, then glanced at Wen Twelve and said in a deep voice.

"This classmate, it's already class time, what are you doing here?"

After hearing the principal's words, Wen Twelve looked at other places in the room.

"What class are you taking? I'm not a student of your college. I came here to apply for a teacher."

"Eh? Applying for a teacher?"

The principal looked at Wen Twelve in front of him. Apart from being handsome, there was nothing special about him. In this way, he can only be described as extremely handsome. He looks in his early 20s, but no matter how powerful he is, he is only in his 20s. I am an intermediate soul here. There is no shortage of that kind of teacher in the Teachers College, but this kid dares to disturb his good work, so he should suffer a little bit. Thinking of this, the headmaster rolled his eyes.

"No problem, but if you want to become a teacher at our Intermediate Soul Master Academy in Soto City, you just need to hold on to a stick of incense in my hand. If you can't do that, just leave by yourself."

As if he was afraid that Wen Twelve would not agree, the principal provoked Wen Twelve in a profound way.

"You dare to apply for a teacher at such a young age, your soul power should not be low."

The girl next to him, looking at the principal, knew that he was deliberately making things difficult for Wen Twelve, so she shook her head.

"It's a pity that this good looks, if the headmaster is happier, maybe he can enter the academy, then maybe something will happen between me and him, but now... it's all gone..."

"No problem, I promised, when will it start."

Seeing Wen Twelve agreeing immediately, the principal looked like he was succeeding in his treacherous plot. He stood up suddenly while supporting his desk, and the fat on his body shook a few times due to the violent movement.

As the principal stood up, he instantly summoned his martial spirit, and a nine-toothed rake appeared in his hand.

At the same time, five soul rings, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black, rose from his body. With the addition of the soul rings, the headmaster's aura exploded in an instant, pressing towards Wen Twelve in the distance.

Looking at the principal's spirit, Wen Twelve couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"This kind of body, paired with a nine-toothed rake, is really a perfect match."

However, this old man's strength also surprised Wen Twelve. A principal of an intermediate soul master academy can have 5 soul rings, which is considered pretty good.

The headmaster looked at Wen Twelve, who was unmoved by his imposing manner, a little strange. Is this guy slow to respond?Can't feel your momentum?Then I watched Wen Twelve suddenly climbed up to do the work, turned over, and walked over step by step under Wen Twelve's puzzled eyes.

Seeing the fat old man carrying a nine-tooth nail rake with an unknown smile on his face, Wen Twelve took a step back unconsciously.

"What does this old man want to do?"

Seeing that Wen Twelve finally retreated, the headmaster nodded in satisfaction. This appearance is correct. A little fellow, if he dares to spoil my good deeds, see if I don't push him down to his knees and beg for mercy.

Seeing the old man getting closer, Wen Twelve finally couldn't help it, a pair of purple pupils suddenly appeared circles of ripples, and instantly nine red soul rings rose from his body.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Seeing Wen Twelve's rising soul ring, the old man backed away in fright, bumped into his work, and fell to the ground.

"Seal...Title Douluo."

"Pfft!"

On the other side, the girl also felt her legs go limp in an instant, and she fell to the ground.

The old man stared at Wen Twelve in front of him with wide eyes, and asked stammeringly.

"This...this...your...Your Majesty, I...I..."

Hearing that he couldn't ask any questions for a long time, the old man slapped himself on the face.

"Calm down, calm down."

Seeing the strange look of the old man, Wen Twelve was a little puzzled.

"What are you doing? Speak slowly, what are you doing sitting on the ground? Get up and talk."

Hearing Wen Twelve's words, the old man nodded quickly.

"Yes... yes, Your Majesty."

Keep trying to stand up, but you can't be looked down upon, stand up!Isn't he just a Title Douluo!You stand up.

But the already weak legs are not obedient.

"Um...Xiaojuan, come here and help me!"

The old man had no choice but to give up and had to ask the girl next to him for help.

"Principal, I...I...can't even stand up!"

Xiaojuan also replied with a trembling voice.

"Useless things!"

The headmaster gave her a hard look.

Xiaojuan looked at the principal's trembling body and could only remain silent. Who said he was the boss?

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