65: Chapter 65 Another one has gone mad.

Once Li Yu returned to his seat.

Yan Shu looked around the room and said, "Students, yesterday's Primary Cultivation Examination has concluded. Some of you passed, while others did not. It is naturally good for those who passed, but it does not matter for those who did not. Failure is the mother of success. As long as you are willing to persist and work hard, there will come a time when you will receive your Junior Cultivator certificate."

As he spoke, his gaze frequently drifted toward Li Yu, nodding and smiling from time to time.

The Interns who hadn't passed yesterday were instantly teary-eyed, looking at Yan Shu as if he were their savior.

"That's wonderful. Although Teacher Yan is usually strict, he is actually quite compassionate and even comforts us..."

Li Yu: "..."

"Why do I feel like something is wrong?"

"Was he directing those words at me?"

"Or am I just being narcissistic?"

"Students who passed, come up and collect your information forms. I need to upload your Breeder profiles to the cultivation network and the internal website. We will start with the one who achieved the best results."

Yan Shu looked toward one of the Interns, but the latter turned his gaze toward Li Yu, and the other Interns followed suit, looking at Li Yu as well.

Yan Shu thought they were up to their old tricks, trying to mock Li Yu on purpose, so he stiffened his face and barked, "Zhao Yang! What are you standing there for?!"

Zhao Yang, oh, that is, the Cheong Fun Brother, was so scared that he hurriedly stood up, sweating profusely but not daring to wipe it off. He stammered, "Teacher Yan, shouldn't the first place be Li Yu? You... you called the wrong person."

Heaven knows how panicked he was.

A Senior Cultivator was sitting right next to him, yet the teacher was asking him, a Junior Cultivator, to step up as the one with the best results. Wasn't that just pure provocation?

Was he afraid Li Yu didn't hate him enough?

Unfortunately, Yan Shu misunderstood his words, thinking he was mocking Li Yu. He glared at him and said, "I told you to come up, so come up! Just because Li Yu failed this exam doesn't mean he won't have a chance in the future. If you continue to ridicule him like this, do you believe I'll make you the last one to become a full-time employee!"

The other Interns: "..."

Zhao Yang was panicking inside, his face twisted in a grimace as he said, "Teacher, you are the one ridiculing me now. What right do I have to cut in front of Brother Li to fill out the forms? He is a Senior Cultivator!"

"So what if he is a Senior Cultivator? Does that mean you can ridicule him like this..." As Yan Shu spoke, the realization hit him. He muttered a few things, blinked, and said, "Senior Cultivator?"

"Yes! Senior Cultivator!" Zhao Yang shouted excitedly.

The Interns nodded in succession.

Yan Shu looked at Li Yu, and seeing that Li Yu did not deny it, the documents in his hand fell to the floor with a "clatter."

The silent atmosphere lasted for a full ten seconds.

"Um... Li Yu, did you really take the Senior Cultivator exam? And you passed?" Yan Shu asked.

Li Yu nodded and took his badge and certificate out of his backpack. The certificate, which was larger than the Junior Cultivator certificate and featured thick, gold-stamped lettering, appeared right before Yan Shu's eyes.

His breathing became rapid. He rushed over in two strides, snatched the certificate to look at it, and once he saw the contents, his whole body trembled with excitement.

"Good, good, good... Senior Cultivator! Hahaha~ Amazing! I never expected that someone under my tutelage would become a Senior Cultivator, hahahahaha!"

Yan Shu smiled so hard that many wrinkles appeared on his face, but he didn't care at all. He waved the certificate around, dancing with joy; anyone who didn't know better would have thought he had gone mad.

Zhao Yang also sat back down, feeling relieved.

That was close.

I almost got completely screwed over by Teacher Yan.

Watching Yan Shu dancing and acting like a madman, Li Yu couldn't help but ask, "Teacher Yan, are you alright?"

Yan Shu's eyes were crinkled with laughter. While he said "I'm fine, I'm fine," inside, he was shouting, "Mom! I've made it! A Senior Cultivator calls me Teacher! Mom, your son has made something of himself!"

"Li Yu!" he suddenly shouted.

"Huh?"

"Congratulations to student Li Yu for advancing to Senior Cultivator! Let's give him a round of applause!"

Yan Shu led the applause, and the other Interns, whether sincere or not, clapped louder than the next person.

Suddenly, a "thump" sounded outside the door as someone fell, and immediately after, a round ball rolled in, shouting excitedly, "Yan Shu, what did you say?!"

Supervisor Song widened his eyes, unable to believe his ears.

Yan Shu tucked away his smile and resumed his composed, teacher-like posture. He shook the certificate in his hand and said nonchalantly, "Oh, nothing, just that Li Yu passed the Senior Cultivator exam, that's all. What's the matter? Why make such a fuss?"

The Interns: "..."

Seriously, given his status, they didn't dare to expose him, otherwise, they would have stood up and called him a "pretentious jerk."

Whoosh!

Supervisor Song displayed the fastest speed of his life, snatched the certificate from Yan Shu's hand, and looked at it over and over again, becoming just as excited as Yan Shu had been a moment ago.

"Good, good, good... Senior Cultivator! Hahaha~ Amazing..." Supervisor Song was so excited he was incoherent.

Yan Shu's expression was strange, and he cursed inwardly, "Damn it, you're saying all my lines!"

"Supervisor Song..."

Before Li Yu could finish speaking, Supervisor Song slammed his entire body onto the desk with a "bang." His eyes were bloodshot from excitement as he said, "Li Yu, wait for me here, I'll be right back! Remember, don't pay attention to anyone who comes looking for you!"

Without waiting for Li Yu to respond, Supervisor Song rushed out the door again. Faint sounds of excited laughter and speech could be heard from outside, growing more distant.

Yan Shu shook his head.

"Sigh~ another one has gone mad. Huh? Why did I say 'another'?" He paused, "Forget it, whatever, business comes first."

Yan Shu took a form and his favorite fountain pen, which he had cherished for many years, from the podium and handed them to Li Yu. With a beaming smile, he spoke in a tone as gentle as if he were coaxing his own child, "Li Yu, come, come, fill out the form first. The content must be true and accurate, and I will go register it for you. What? You're asking about the other Interns? Ignore them for now; just treat them like nothing."

The Interns: "..."

Damn it!

We are still here, consider our feelings!

Li Yu: "..."

Damn it!

I didn't ask anything!

Li Yu had finally witnessed the power of the Senior Cultivator certificate. He took the fountain pen and the documents, and just as he was about to fill them out, Yan Shu affectionately placed a hand on Li Yu's shoulder.

Bang!

Supervisor Song suddenly stormed back in, his eyes wide with rage. He roared, "Yan! Take your dirty hands off him! Student Li Yu, please don't let him touch you!"

Yan Shu and Li Yu both looked at him, full of confusion.

"Supervisor Song, why aren't you out there showing off your own? Why did you run back here to do... Hey, hey, hey! Put me down! Put me down!"

Supervisor Song's adrenaline was surging. He grabbed Yan Shu with one hand, tossed him seven or eight meters away, and then snatched the documents Li Yu was about to fill out, saying earnestly:

"Student Li Yu, your hands are meant for cultivation; how can you use them to write? Hmm? What kind of crappy fountain pen is this? Such old-fashioned junk."

"Let's go, let's go. I'll take you to meet a great beauty. We'll go to her place to write. When the time comes, you recite and I write. I was born to write, leave it to me!"

"Letting your precious hands touch anything other than cultivation materials is simply an insult to them. That kid Yan Shu doesn't know any better, don't blame him..."

Just like that, while coaxing and talking, Li Yu was muddledly taken away by Supervisor Song.

The study room was deadly silent until Yan Shu threw himself in front of his pen—which was now covered in grime, leaking ink, and looked like it had been broken—and let out a wail:

"Woooo!!! My 2B..."