Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
âMr. Andrew, in order to welcome you, we specially booked the best hotel in the city,â Ulysses said with a smile.
âThe best hotel?â
Andrew looked a little embarrassed.
âIâm just an ordinary first-year student. Itâs already very embarrassing for the principal, vice-principal, and so many instructors to come to pick me up, let alone treat me to a meal.â
After hearing his words, Ulysses and Carroll widened their eyes in shock.
First-year student?
Youâre a seventh-grade grandmaster, and you actually want to be a new student?
Ridiculous!
Ulyssesâs motive for wanting to rope in Andrew was very simple.
He was a rare genius in the world!
An eighteen-year-old seventh-grade grandmaster, who had seen such talent before?
In any case, Ulysses himself had never seen anyone like him.
When he became a seventh-grade grandmaster, he was already 40 years old.
He had offered an olive branch to Andrew, wanting to rope him to Stanford University.
As for the position, he hadnât thought about it yet.
Normally speaking, Andrew had just arrived at Stanford University, so it would be more reasonable for him to take on the position of a mentor.
As for the position of the vice principal...
Ulysses felt that it would be fine.
At the very least, Andrewâs strength was enough. This would also be able to show Stanford Universityâs sincerity to a greater extent.
But what was the deal with this new student?
Ulysses asked with a bitter smile, âAndrew, are you serious?
âOr what?
âWe invited you to Stanford University to hire you as the vice-principal of the school. That is to say, you will have the same position as Carroll and enjoy the same salary and treatment.â
Andrew hurriedly shook his head. âI canât do that. I donât have the ability to teach students.
âI donât even know much about martial arts myself. How can I teach students? If I lead others onto the wrong path of cultivation, wouldnât it be bad for Stanford Universityâs reputation?â
In Andrewâs opinion, he was telling the truth.
He really didnât know much about martial arts.
All of his cultivation was following the system to cultivate immortality. It was completely different from the martial arts cultivation system.
However, Ulysses definitely wouldnât believe his words.
Eighteen years old...
Seventh rank...
Grandmaster...
Not very familiar with martial arts?
Who would believe that?
If you donât know martial arts, then how did you cultivate to a seventh rank grandmaster?
Grandmaster Thunderbladeâs reputation had set off waves in the entire martial arts world. This young man was actually still pretending to be modest in front of him.
âGrandmaster Thunderblade is too humble. For you to reach such strength at your age, your understanding of martial arts must be extraordinary.â
Ulysses suddenly felt that he couldnât speak anymore.
âItâs just that... This... freshman...â
Ulysses wanted to refuse.
âGrandmaster Thunderblade, look at New York University and Yale University. Although both have seventh-stage grandmasters, they are both third-year students. As a martial arts grandmaster, it seems a bit inappropriate for you to be a first-year freshman.â
âThatâs fine.â Andrew waved his hand. âI donât mind. But if the principal feels that this matter is inappropriate, I wonât insist on being a freshman.â
Ulysses immediately heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this.
However, before he could laugh, Andrew continued, âHow about this, can Stanford University allow me to skip a grade? If itâs possible, I can directly go to second-year.
âOh right, which class is my sister in? I can even go to the same class as my sister.â
...
There was a moment of silence.
Especially Principal Ulysses, who didnât know what to say.
What was the essential difference between sophomore year and freshman year?
Ulysses sighed.
It wasnât impossible. It was June, and the new academic year hadnât started yet.
The second year was now, and the third year was next month.
Although the procedures for skipping grades were a little troublesome, Ulysses was the principal, after all. These were not a problem for him.
Ulysses sighed. âThen that settles it. When we return to school, Iâll get Carroll to bring you to the administrative office to go through the procedures.â
Andrew smiled. âThereâs no need to trouble Dean Carroll. My sister is here too. Just get her to bring me there.â
They sat on the Rolls-Royce and arrived at the school in less than ten minutes.
The procedures were completed quickly.
When they walked out of the administrative office, Andrew was already a second-year student at Stanford University.
Coincidentally, he met the teacher-in-charge of the administrative office.
He was one of the instructors at Stanford University, Brian.
âIsnât Stanford University one of the three most famous martial arts colleges in the entire United States?â Andrew asked with some doubt.
âYeah, why?â
âThe school is filled with martial artists, and their standards arenât too bad, but theyâre basically all low-level martial artists. Why are there so few people in the middle levels? I didnât see many along the way.â
Hearing Andrewâs doubt, Brian smiled.
Was this the world of geniuses?
These students had only been admitted to Stanford University for a few years. How could it be so easy for them to advance to the middle levels?
Not everyone was like Grandmaster Thunderblade, who possessed monstrous talent.
âYour sister Annie is already the top genius in the school. Itâs tough for most students to advance to the middle grades before graduation. Moreover, itâs not enough to advance to the middle grades just by studying in school. The most important thing is to go out into the wild to gain experience.
âThe experience of life and death is the fastest way to increase your strength.â
Walking out of the administrative office, Annie was waiting for him at the door.
âSister will take you around the campus! Letâs see how good the environment of our Stanford University is!â
Annie walked over without any hesitation and directly grabbed Andrewâs hand.
The siblings walked onto the campus streets.
Di di di di â
Andrewâs phone suddenly rang. When he opened it, it was a call from Chris.
âWhatâs the matter?â
âGrandmaster Thunderblade, our department head has something to talk to you about.â
After a few seconds, Claytonâs familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.
âAndrew, youâre already at Stanford University?â
Andrew frowned.
How could this guyâs intelligence be so sensitive? was he spying on him?
âHow do you know?â
Clayton smiled bitterly. âYou made such a big commotion at the train station, and our Martial Arts Administration isnât blind. Of course, we know this news.
âSince youâre already at Stanford University, hurry up and finish the formalities. Remember to register for the Martial Arts Conference.â
âI still need to register?â asked Andrew.
A martial arts conference was actually so troublesome.
âDidnât you say that I could directly participate in the finals?â
As a martial arts grandmaster, he actually wanted him to register and compete with a group of kids for a spot to advance.
Just thinking about it made Andrew feel that he was bullying others.
And if this news got out, wouldnât it be embarrassing?