In the afternoon, Lin Yu and Xia Yiwei came to the martial arts school together.
At this time, the martial arts school was still in the break time.
The training hadn't started yet, and the students were warming up freely.
When they saw Lin Yu coming, there was an immediate buzz of discussion at the scene.
When Lin Yu came to challenge the martial arts school last time, many students were present.
Although it wasn't the same group of people today, many still recognized him.
One told three, and three told ten...
Soon, the originally quiet martial arts school became noisy with people.
"He's so young! I didn't believe it when they said it was a young man before."
"That's right, that's him. I remember it very clearly."
"What's he here for today? Could he be planning to challenge the school again?"
"It's really hard to say. Young people are hot - tempered. One time might not be enough, and he might come for a second time."
"I missed it last time. This time I have to watch closely."
"Even our headmaster couldn't beat this young master. Can anyone withstand him today?"
"Don't you understand the rules? Even if there's no one else, the headmaster and the martial arts instructors have to come out to face the enemy."
"Do they have to take down the plaque if they lose?"
"..."
Listening to everyone's discussion, Lin Yu felt quite embarrassed.
These people really watched too many movies and had wild imaginations!
It couldn't really be blamed on them for making wild guesses.
It was all because the commotion he caused last time was too big.
In the meantime, Lin Yu had only come in his dreams and hadn't appeared in person.
These students didn't know that he had already made up with the headmaster, Xia Xiashan.
Hearing the commotion outside, Xia Xiashan came out of the lounge in person and shouted to everyone, "Is it time to stop warming up during the free - warming - up period?
"Do you want to do a few sets of frog jumps together?"
Sure enough, the headmaster was the headmaster. Her words carried a lot of weight!
As soon as she showed up, the students who were watching the show immediately dispersed.
Lin Yu walked up to Xia Xiashan awkwardly and said, "Sorry, Sister Xia. It seems that everyone has a bit of a stereotyped impression of me."
Xia Xiashan took a deep breath: "..."
If she and the martial arts instructors of the martial arts school hadn't lost so badly last time, how could everyone be so in awe of Lin Yu?
Not only did Xia Xiashan come out to receive Lin Yu.
When the martial arts instructors in the large lounge saw Lin Yu coming, they all came out to say hello.
When Maomao was buying things before, they had all helped Maomao and had met Lin Yu once.
Seeing him again now, Lin Yu felt especially cordial and greeted everyone.
"Hello, everyone. Let's have an extra meal together.
"I came in a hurry and didn't bring anything else to see you. I packed a few dishes from the restaurant.
"They're all brand - new dishes that haven't been touched. You must give me the face and have some."
The martial arts instructors looked at each other, all not knowing what Lin Yu was up to.
It was okay for him to come.
But why did he bring something?
It was fine to bring something.
But why did he bring packed dishes?
The headmaster didn't say there would be a dinner this afternoon!
Of course, they didn't know that Lin Yu was just being kind.
If he carried these dishes around while chatting, the dishes would be cold by the end of the chat.
Moreover, he was too lazy to keep holding them and having his hands occupied.
It was just a good opportunity to give them to everyone to share.
"We've all had our meals, Master Lin. You don't have to be so polite."
"Yes, you're being too polite. You even brought us a meal specially."
"Headmaster, do you want to have some? I think you didn't have lunch, right?"
The several fight choreographers looked at each other in dismay and finally fixed their eyes on Xia Xiashan.
Xia Xiashan pointed at the takeaway bag Lin Yu was holding and said,
"You can have some more after eating. I'm not hungry."
"Lin Yu, give the bag to them. They won't waste it."
"You have no idea how amazing their appetites are."
Hearing what the curator said, everyone looked at each other awkwardly.
No one knew what was wrong with the curator today. She was saying these things with a serious face.
However,
Since she said they could take it, how could they not accept it?
"Then thank you, Master Lin!"
"Thank you. Thanks for still thinking of us."
"Master Lin has something to talk to the curator, right?"
"We'll leave first and won't disturb you two."
With that,
The several people nodded to Xia Yiwei and quickly left the scene.
After seeing Lin Yu finish his act of using someone else's gift to curry favor, Xia Xiashan took him and her sister to her lounge.
After entering the door,
Xia Xiashan directly asked Xia Yiwei,
"Vivian, shouldn't you have dinner with Lei Siren today?"
"Why did you take Lin Yu with you? They don't know each other."
"Also, what exactly caused the fight?"
"Sorry, Lin Yu. I know you must have been asked by Vivian to take action against Lei Siren."
"Vivian, you'd better give me a proper reason."
Xia Xiashan's words were very clear in their aim.
She didn't intend to let Lin Yu answer but was waiting for Xia Yiwei to explain.
Of course, Lin Yu wouldn't interrupt. He just sat quietly on one side, listening to the confrontation between the two sisters.
Mentioning Lei Siren, Xia Yiwei got angry again.
She put her hands on her hips and said to Xia Xiashan,
"Okay, then I'll tell you everything."
"Let's see if you can still blame me so seriously after hearing it!"

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world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”