Chapter 7: A Dog-like Thing
Heaven Dou Empire, Fasno Province, Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.
It was lunchtime, and a large group of students ran out of the teaching building, chatting and laughing as they headed towards the cafeteria.
Although Notting Junior Academy is only a small junior soul master academy, its class system is still very strictly divided.
Those dressed in gorgeous clothes and looking arrogant were the descendants of the noble grandfather. They were the elite of the entire academy, while the majority were ordinary people who looked down on everyone else.
Moreover, most of them were highly skilled, some of whom were only teenagers but were already powerful first-ring Soul Masters.
A teenager, a first-ring Soul Master—that's terrifying strength! At least in this godforsaken little place, he was already considered a prodigy.
These noble children, imitating the adults, stood with their hands behind their backs, spoke politely, and discussed national affairs with great interest.
The students following these aristocratic children, displaying fawning smiles, were mostly wealthy children from ordinary families.
Although they lacked noble status, they possessed considerable wealth, barely managing to qualify as the second tier of the academy.
They were the nobles' most loyal supporters, though the nobles never gave them a second glance.
However, the sense of superiority they exuded was no less than that of the nobility.
As for those with the lowest status in the college, they were the work-study students.
Most of these work-study students wore the college uniform, since they didn't have any other nice clothes. Even when walking on the street, they would twist their fingers and lower their heads, not daring to look at the noble air emanating from those "aristocratic gentlemen."
However, when these students walked through the cafeteria hall and saw that figure eating at a corner table, regardless of their social class, they would all show expressions of disgust.
He was a middle-aged man with a very stiff face, a buzz cut, slightly sunken cheeks, wearing black clothes, and unkempt.
Most importantly, the middle-aged man always had a sour face and an arrogant look in his eyes, as if he were the most powerful person in the world.
He looked at the students with an arrogant gaze while picking up a chicken leg and an egg from the table and gulping them down, as if he hadn't eaten for two days.
This person was none other than Master Yu Xiaogang.
Whether they were nobles or commoners, or even teachers at the academy, they would all stop and point at Yu Xiaogang.
About two years ago, Justin, the principal of Notting Junior College, brought Yu Xiaogang to Notting College.
Initially, all the teachers and students of the academy were very welcoming of Xiao Gang's arrival. After all, the dean said that this Yu Xiaogang came from Wuhun City. What kind of place is Wuhun City? It is a holy land in the hearts of all soul masters in the entire Douluo Continent.
It is said that those who come out of Wuhun City are at least powerful Soul Masters.
At the time, many students thought that this master who had come all the way from Wuhun City must be a very important person. They believed that as long as he could give them some pointers, they would surely be able to rise to great heights.
However, to the surprise of the entire school, this so-called master turned out to be a freeloader!
From the time he arrived at the school two years ago until today, this so-called Master Yu Xiaogang had not taught a single class to his students.
What's worse is that he always had a sour face, like a zombie, especially the way he looked at the part-time workers—it was not like he was looking at people at all!
Dean Justin was completely dumbfounded by Yu Xiaogang's actions.
No way! I brought you all the way from Wuhun City to here, and even arranged accommodation and meals for you. And this is how you repay me?!
Not only did he eat and drink for free all day, but he also looked down on the students in his own college.
I remember when school started, a student ran up to Yu Xiaogang with great enthusiasm, wanting to ask him a question. Yu Xiaogang actually pointed at the student and started cursing, saying that the student was a good-for-nothing and didn't deserve to ask him questions.
Dean Justin was dumbfounded on the spot.
Dude, you really don't know who the real trash is? Someone with half a level of innate soul power calling others trash, is this world insane?
Not only was the world going crazy, but the students in the academy were also going crazy because of this so-called master. Every day when they went to the cafeteria, they stopped and stared at the master, and then they gathered in groups of three or five to point and comment on him.
Hearing the curses from the students around him, Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, his face turning ashen. He cursed inwardly, "A bunch of lowly commoners, you dare to speak ill of me? You worthless creatures will never be allowed to enter Martial Soul City!"
However, the thought of Wuhun City sent a chill down Yu Xiaogang's spine. It was a fear that came from the depths of his heart, and the source of that fear was a person in Wuhun City—Pope Qian Xunji!
The thought of the days when Qian Xunji suppressed him made Yu Xiaogang tremble from the bottom of his heart. Then he started cursing in his mind again, saying things like Qian Xunji's sons were born without an anus and he could never eat four dishes in his life.
Back then, I was doing research (or copying) in the Spirit Hall library, and I should have had a bright future ahead of me. But Qian Xunji didn't say a word and just had me tied up.
The most outrageous thing was that he actually dared to tie him to a horse and drag him all the way to the Papal Palace.
That was a day Yu Xiaogang would never forget. His limbs were bound with ropes and tied to a horse, and he was dragged into the Papal Palace by a wild horse.
What's most outrageous is that Qian Xunji actually dared to slap him in the face in front of so many people from the Spirit Hall, and even dared to call him a piece of trash!
And Bibi Dong! As Pope Qian Xunji's disciple, she actually let Qian Xunji do whatever he wanted. Yu Xiaogang did not know what that bitch Bibi Dong was doing during that time, and she didn't even come out to comfort him.
Yu Xiaogang cursed Bibi Dong in his mind again, then continued to eat the steamed bun in his hand. After finishing the steamed buns on the plate, he went to the kitchen with his hands behind his back and asked for two more.
Ignoring the chef's disdainful gaze, Yu Xiaogang ate his steamed bun with gusto. Before leaving, he glared at the chef again, cursing inwardly: "A lowly chef dares to look down on me. People like him will never become Soul Masters."
However, just as Yu Xiaogang was carrying the plate out of the kitchen, he heard Xiao Teng, the little brat of the Xiao family, chatting with his classmate.
"Hey, have you heard? His Holiness the Pope is dead. I'm telling you this, but don't tell anyone else. According to my father, Wuhun City is in mourning right now."
"Wow, really? I heard that His Holiness the Pope is a legendary Title Douluo, capable of knocking down a city wall with a single slap. Who could possibly kill him?"
"I heard it's Tang Hao from the Haotian Sect."
"Holy crap, the Clear Sky Sect killed the Pope of the Spirit Hall! This is going to be a disaster..."
The two nobles walked and talked, but Yu Xiaogang suddenly froze on the spot. The plate in his hand slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground with a crash, shattering into pieces. The steamed bun in his hand rolled all over the ground.
Ignoring his own steamed bun, Yu Xiaogang pounced on the two students like a zombie, shoving him onto Xiao Teng's shoulder with a ferocious look in his eyes: "What the hell did you say? Say it again, who the hell is dead?"
(End of chapter)