Qian Duoduo smiled cunningly. “He's a brat from the champion team of last year's freshmen a.s.sessment. His teammates are core disciples now, and he's the only one who's not because of his ten year soul ring. When Fan Yu came looking for me just now, I felt that he was somewhat undeserving of becoming a core disciple. However, after I thought about it, this brat still did help me beat you in a bet. Beating you in a bet isn't easy for this daddy! If I'm able to see this kid in my Soul Tool Department, I'll remember how I beat you. That'd feel really good. Thus, I reluctantly agreed. I just came over to say hi to you. I don't care about the specifics of this event; I'll let Fan Yu handle it. Whatever, I'm going back. I still have a lot of things to do.”

With that, he stood up and left, slapping his b.u.t.t as he did so.

Yan Shaozhe used his eyes to follow Qian Duoduo as he left, inwardly feeling that something wasn't right. Picking up a microphone-type soul tool from his table, he pressed a b.u.t.ton and poured his soul power into it.

“Weilun?” Yan Shaozhe spoke in a low voice.

Du Weilun's voice rang out from the telephone, “Dean Yan, it's me.”

Yan Shaozhe...

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