1951: C1951 I Believe in My Disciple Cheng Weijia

C1951 I Believe in My Disciple Cheng Weijia

All souls!

Most students might not know about this concept, but how could the higher-ups of the academy not know about it?

And then.

Then, they saw the higher-ups of the academy, from Dean Han Yao to the ordinary instructors, slapping their heads and beating their chests, scolding themselves for being stupid.

"I'm really f * cking stupid. Ye Meng has the Ten Thousand Soul Access, and the entire academy already knew about it. I just didn't associate it with this!"

"The Ten Thousand Soul Actualization! In front of such abnormal talent, this Source Spirit assessment is nothing!"

"I should have thought of it earlier. I should have thought of it earlier. Ye Meng is my student, but I didn't think of this. He's even dumber than a pig!"

"I did not expect that I, Han Yao, would make such a low level mistake. I am so late!"

Han Yao had expressed his concern for Ye Meng in front of the higher ups earlier.

However, at this moment, ten thousand souls were all released. His face instantly felt like it had been crazily slapped countless times, and it was burning with pain.

As the dean, Han Yao had always been known for his sharp eyesight and sharp judgment.

Basically, his judgment would most likely be correct.

This was also the reason why the higher ups of Canglan College trusted him.

But now, he was wise enough to forget about this matter even though Ye Meng had thousands of souls in his body. How could he not feel ashamed?

Fortunately, the other higher-ups of the academy were also feeling ashamed at this moment. They did not have the time to laugh at Han Yao.

The poker face instructor, Cheng Weijia, first looked at Ye Meng with a dumbfounded look.

Then, with a plop, he knelt down and prostrated himself in front of Ye Meng.

"This is a god! He is definitely a god! Only a god can have such heaven defying talent!"

"I, Cheng Weijia, don't have any morals or ability to witness the rise of a god! The heavens are so lucky! The ancestral grave of Cheng family is smoking!"

Cheng Weijia was extremely excited. His heart was overwhelmed with emotions.

He felt that this trip to the Canglan College was the right one.

If not for this, how could he know the godlike Ye Meng?

"It seems like there is a plan in the dark. The heavens want me to establish the Ye Meng Divine Sect as soon as possible!"

The more Cheng Weijia thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. Therefore, the way he looked at Ye Meng became fanatical. It was as if he was on a pilgrimage.

Ye Meng swaggered down the ladder with arrogant steps.

"You, go and get a chair for this baby!"

Ye Meng pointed at a student and said in a childish voice.

That student was obviously not a clever person. He scratched his head stiffly and was still thinking in his heart, Will doing this violate the academy's rules?

But he was a slow-witted person, but it did not mean that the others were the same.

Instantly, a dozen or so students scrambled to stand out.

"Young master Meng, I'll take it for you!"0

"A chair? I'll get it right away!"

"Young master Meng, please wait a moment. I'll be right there!"

"Snatch it from me. I'm the one who's helping Young master Meng carry the chair. All of you, get lost!"

However, there was someone who was faster than them.

Just as those students stood up, a figure rushed out with a swoosh, running even faster than a rabbit!

A few breaths later, the person ran back with a fanatical expression. In his hand was an ancient sandalwood chair.

"Believer Cheng Weijia, please take your seat, God of Primordial Desolation!"

This person was actually the poker face instructor, the invigilator sent by the Education Association.

When Han Yao and the other higher-ups of the academy saw this, they were all stunned!

What kind of f * cking situation was this?

Did the dignified instructors of the Education Association start to kneel down and lick Ye Meng's boots?

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