Chapter 7: humiliation

　　Notting College.
　　 Office of Academic Affairs.
　　 "What did you say? A six-year-old soul master?" The master slammed the table, staring at Director Su in disbelief.
　　 "Yes, I personally tested it yesterday. The eleventh-level spirit master is undoubtedly." Director Su said with a smile on his face.
　　 and Tang San looked at each other, the master was surprised.
　　 Six years old, eleventh grade. Is this unknown yet another congenital full of soul power?
　　 Is this a gift from God?
　　 Encountered two innate soul-powered geniuses in a short time! Is this the compensation given to me by fate?
　　 Although my Yu Xiaogang is incomplete and humiliated, my future students will definitely be famous in the mainland!
　　 At this time, in his heart, Zhao Ming has become his student.
　　 "Where is he now?" His eyes suddenly lit up on the decadent old face, and the master exclaimed in excitement.
　　 "He is also assigned to the Seventh Shelter like Tang San." Director Su frowned.
　　 After getting a reply from Director Su, the master pulled Tang San around and walked out.
　　 "Puff, look at his anxious look! Doesn't he want to accept Zhao Ming's child as an apprentice?"
　　 "I think so."
　　 "Should we stop it? Don't worry about Tang San's child, Zhao Ming is a real genius. You can't let him be destroyed in the hands of the master."
　　 "Enough, the master is a friend of the dean. You must not presumptuously evaluate yourself. Although no one has proved his theory is correct, no one has proved his theory wrong."
　　 "Director. Even if he is a friend of the dean, he can't just accept students from our college as his apprentice. After all, he is not a teacher of our college. This is a corner of our college."
　　 "That's right, I think Zhao Ming's teacher is the director, you are more suitable."
　　 Director Su frowned.
　　 That's right, when can the students in our college let you accept students at will?
　　 Don't worry about the child Tang San, after all, he is a waste of Wuhun. But Zhao Ming's child, although he didn't know his martial spirit, he knew very well that he was definitely a genius.
　　 "Forget it. If Zhao Ming's child is willing, then we can't control it." Director Su said. But my dissatisfaction with the master deepened a bit.
　　……
　　 "Teacher, is that person a twin martial spirit?" Tang San asked with a look of confusion.
　　 "I don't know, but it is very possible. From ancient times to the present, there are only a handful of innate soul-powered geniuses recorded."
　　 "The vast majority of these people are twin spirits. If there is only one spirit, then that spirit is definitely a very powerful spirit." As he walked, the master explained to Tang San.
　　 They walked very fast, the master was obviously very familiar with this place, and directly led Tang San to the Seventh Shelter.
　　 At this time, Zhao Ming was lying on the bed with his legs on the bed frame, very leisurely.
　　 Yesterday, he had inquired clearly that the admission time of Notting College is only three days. Counting from yesterday, only today and tomorrow will enroll students. Therefore, if that girl Xiao Wu doesn't come tomorrow, she will come the day after tomorrow.
　　 For this, Zhao Ming has arranged everything in advance.
　　 New and beautiful bedding, the only lavender curtain in the dormitory. For insurance, he also bought a big bag of carrots.
　　 This is the beauty of knowing the plot!
　　 "Master?" Just when Zhao Ming was dreaming about the wonderful life with Xiao Wu, a surprised voice came from the dormitory.
Grandmaster? What master?
　　 In a daze, Zhao Ming seemed to understand something and looked out the door.
　　 A middle-aged man and a child are standing at the door.
　　 The middle-aged man has short hair, looks ordinary, slightly arched his waist, and reveals a kind of decadence and laziness on his body.
　　 The child is dressed plainly, even patched in some places. He has short black hair and dark skin.
　　Master and Tang San? A smile was wiped from the corner of Zhao Ming's mouth.
　　 "Hello, my name is Zhao Ming. The head of the seven houses." Walking forward, Zhao Ming said.
　　 "Are you Zhao Ming?" The master and Tang San both said in surprise at the same time.
　　 "Do you know me?"
　　 "Director Su mentioned you to us just now. You are really a hero!" The master exclaimed.
　　 "By the way, my name is Tang San, also from Qishe. This is my teacher, you can call him a master." Tang San pointed to the master and said.
　　 "Master? The master who is known as the first person in Wuhun theory in the whole continent?" Zhao Ming pretended to be surprised. There was even a flamboyant expression on his face.
　　 "These are all fake names." The master shook his head, but couldn't help being complacent in his heart.
　　 In his opinion, since he knew his name, he offered to accept him as a disciple, he would definitely not refuse.
　　 "No, no, no, the master's academic fame is spread all over the world. Although he is no longer in the spirit world, the legend of the master is still circulating throughout the continent."
　　 "Good, good! Well said!" the master said loudly. He didn't expect that he still had such a young fan in Wuhun world.
　　 "Then you are willing to worship me as a teacher?" the master said excitedly.
　　 "No! Hope! I want!"
　　 raised his brows, Zhao Ming slowly spit out three characters!
　　 "Good apprentice, then we'll just... wait, what did you say?" In the middle, the master's words stopped abruptly. His face showed an ugly look of constipation.
　　 "Puff!"
　　 "Haha." Seeing this scene, the members of Qishe couldn't help laughing.
　　 frowned, the master couldn't help asking: "Why? Don't you want to learn Wuhun theory knowledge with me?"
　　 "There is no other reason. It's just that my spirit is too bad, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the master."
　　 is this the reason? The master breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said lightly: "There are no wasteful spirits in this world, only wasteful spirit masters. Even if you are a bad spirit, as long as you work hard, you will eventually achieve something. "
"really?"
　　 "Of course it is true." The master said righteously.
　　 "Then how come the master has not broken through the soul deity?"
　　 "Could it be that the master is the legendary waste soul master? Let's forget it, I don't need a waste to teach me." Zhao Ming shrugged and said.
"you!"
Master 　　 stroked his chest, his face was blue and white. He finally saw it. The man in front of him was humiliating him. But he couldn't refute it.
　　 "Shut up, you are not allowed to slander my teacher!" Tang San couldn't help but looked at Zhao Ming angrily. At this time, he had no good impression of Zhao Ming at all.
　　 "Slander? I didn't slander him. There is no waste of martial arts, only the saying that the waste is a soul master, but the master himself said. You say, don't you?"
　　 "The boss is right, but the master himself admitted."
　　 "Yes! Listening to the teacher in the class said that the master's martial arts will fart, which is useless."
　　 It's not too big to see the excitement, and they all roared.
　　 At this time, Zhao Ming's image in their hearts has risen to a very high level.
　　 "Puff!" Being so humiliated, the master finally couldn't help it. He spouted blood and fainted.
　　 Watching the master fall straight down with cold eyes, Zhao Ming had no idea of ​​helping in the past.
　　The first person in theory? Master? Do you think you are Newton or Einstein?
　　 Even if your theory is useful. Zhao Ming, who has read so many fantasy novels, can casually sum up a few theories.
　　 Even if you don’t know trigonometric functions, you want to teach me?
　　Moreover, he still has a system, which is completely unusable.