CHAPTER 288: CHAPTER 141: THIS ADVISOR REALLY HAS ME PANICKING_2

Xiang Jing Mountain finally couldn’t hold it back and directly questioned him, his words were not polite at all.

He had always hated students who dawdled.

"I’m sorry, Principal Xiang, the reason I’ve been considering for so long isn’t because I’m dawdling, but because I’m being responsible for myself.

"The previous mentor profiles were just cold introductions; I haven’t 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, there’s no specified time for students to choose a mentor. I haven’t even wasted until tomorrow; I’ve just been thinking for a few minutes."

Su Yue was already irritated.

Xiang Jing Mountain’s indiscriminate scolding also aroused Su Yue’s 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 wasn’t wrong; West Martial indeed had no stipulated time.

But openly defying the vice principal, your days ahead won’t be easy.

Yet upon reconsidering Su Yue’s aptitude, everyone was relieved again.

For such a gifted student, a bit of arrogance seemed normal.

But this way, Su Yue surely wouldn’t choose Xiang Jing Mountain’s 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 won’t let West Martial’s 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, we’ll speak with the rules!"

Xiang Jing Mountain was left speechless by Su Yue’s 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: don’t think you can just sit back and eat your idle pay this year.

The teacher shook his head.

It didn’t matter to him.

If you’re in charge of attendance, then go ahead.

I’m too lazy to restrict students; free development is the way.

"Troublemaker."

Du Jing’s 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 it’s 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 field’s 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, what’s the difference from choosing the third class?

"Is Su Yue insane?"

Mu Cheng watched everything from afar.

Defying the vice principal didn’t really matter; after a while, this would all be forgotten.

The vice principal wasn’t 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.

"He’s 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 Xiaolong’s 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, it’s that he wanted to smash the insidious, despicable Su Yue.

May the flower thief die a miserable death.

"Hmph."

Mu Cheng couldn’t 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 wasn’t someone who feared death, after all.

...

Su Yue’s thinking was quite simple actually.

With a trilateral battle method, he didn’t really need West Martial’s 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 that’s the case, then there’s no need to find another mentor.

But just to idly drift along, Su Yue wasn’t willing.

Even if he couldn’t learn much, gaining some understanding wouldn’t 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 wasn’t very tall, just reaching Su Yue’s shoulder.

She wasn’t particularly pretty, but she was absolutely the cutest type, like a doll.