"Teacher, we've completed the calls for all the recent graduates, except for one,"
Qiao Feng reported dutifully, placing the relevant papers on Professor Hu's desk.
His respectful demeanor was a testament to the rapport between mentor and protégé, a bond forged through countless hours of shared academic pursuit.
"Alright, you may leave," Professor Hu replied nonchalantly, his head resting on his hand in a gesture of weariness.
The events of the day had taken their toll, and he yearned for a moment of respite from the relentless pace of university life.
As Qiao Feng turned to exit the room, a sudden realization halted his steps.
A pivotal detail, overlooked in the chaos of the past hours, demanded immediate attention.
"Teacher," he ventured cautiously, "there's something I forgot to mention about a particular student."
Professor Hu's brow furrowed, his annoyance at the disturbance evident in his tone. "Out with it then," he sighed, his gruff exterior belying a deep-seated curiosity.
Qiao Feng's thoughts returned to the tumultuous events that had unfolded during the bloody barbarian attack,
a memory that still sent shivers down his spine.
"When the incident occurred, I summoned my general to defend us while protecting the student behind me. The strang thing is that the student i was testing in my testing room. "
"Get to the point," Professor Hu interjected, his impatience growing with each passing moment.
Qiao Feng swallowed his trepidation, the enormity of his revelation settling upon his shoulders. "Teacher, he summoned agroup of skeleton but despite the low-level skeletons, I distinctly heard them speak."
The room fell silent as Professor Hu absorbed the implications of Qiao Feng's words.
His skepticism was palpable, yet he couldn't deny the sincerity of his student's declaration. "Are you certain of this?" he demanded, his tone betraying a hint of intrigue.
"Absolutely, Teacher," Qiao Feng affirmed, a tinge of indignation creeping into his voice.
"But teacher didn't you assertion that low-level skeletons can't understand hard and complex order and are incapable of speaking and was the very reason I dedicated my credits to the acquisition of zombie and ghoul units."
Professor Hu reclined in his chair, his mind awash with the potential ramifications of Qiao Feng's account.
If Qiao Feng's testimony were true, the discovery would be nothing short of revolutionary.
the existence of mutated low-level
The two academics exchanged a knowing glance, their shared understanding surpassing the need for words.
The dimly lit room bore witness to Professor Hu's growing agitation as he paced back and forth, his mind racing with the possibilities that lay before them.
Qiao Feng looked on with a mixture of curiosity and concern, sensing the weight of the situation at hand.
"Locate Long Su's student records and obtain his address," Professor Hu commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Qiao Feng hesitated, caught off guard by his mentor's sudden determination. "His address? For what purpose?"
Professor Hu paused, locking eyes with his protégé. "We must visit his home and request a demonstration of the alleged speaking skeletons," he explained, his voice tinged with urgency.
"But sir, we have a meeting scheduled with several students who are awaiting your guidance," Qiao Feng reminded him, gesturing towards the pile of documents in his grasp.
"We shall meet them upon our return," Professor Hu declared, dismissing the notion of postponement. "This matter takes precedence."
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Meanwhile Long Su sat in his home alone, his mind focused on the intricate art of meditation.
Although the effects were slower in this world than within his Seed World, he remained steadfast in his commitment to growth of his strength
As he channeled the faith points from his Seed World, he acknowledged the time it would take for him will be double
The use of potions could hasten his progress, but such luxuries came at a price.
Lost in the rhythm of his training, Long Su was startled by a sudden, insistent rapping at his door.
With a sense of trepidation, he opened the door to find the green-haired inspector and an unfamiliar elderly gentleman on his doorstep.
"Inspector?," Long Su greeted him, casting a curious glance towards the stranger.
"And who might you be, sir?"
"Greetings, Long Su," the old man replied, a warmth in his voice that belied his scholarly demeanor.
"I am Professor Hu of Sederth University, and this is my student and assistant, Qiao Feng."
He gestured to the green-haired man at his side, who offered a polite nod.
"A pleasure to meet you both," Long Su responded, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected visit.
"We have come to extend a personal invitation for you to join our Sederth University."
Professor Hu declared, his tone conveying the weight of the offer as he settled into the sofa.
"Your accomplishments have garnered our attention, and we believe you would be an invaluable addition to our university."
Long Su listened intently, a sense of pride mingling with uncertainty as he considered the implications of the invitation.
His mind raced with questions and possibilities, each vying for his attention as he weighed the potential outcomes of his decision.
A wry smile played upon Long Su's lips as he regarded the esteemed Professor Hu.
"Surely, Professor, a phone call would have sufficed for such an invitation?" he queried, genuine curiosity tinging his voice.
Setting down a tray laden with tea, he offered the steaming cups to his guests, his gesture a testament to his innate hospitality.
Professor Hu's eyes gleamed with a steadfast determination as he accepted the proffered cup.
"A mere phone call could never convey the depth of our commitment to securing your enrollment at Sederth University,"
he explained, his tone laced with conviction. "Your accomplishments demand a personal appeal."
Long Su allowed the words to settle, a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty clouding his features.
"I am honored by your esteem, Professor," he replied earnestly,
"but surely such determination is better reserved for more accomplished individuals?"
The room fell silent, the air heavy with anticipation as Professor Hu leaned forward, his gaze locked on Long Su.
"Did your summoned skeletons soldiers that demonstrated the ability to speak in the school playground?" he inquired, his tone both probing and reverent.
Long Su hesitated, momentarily taken aback by the line of questioning. To him, the ability of his skeletal soldiers to communicate was a natural extension of their comander rank
"Yes, Professor, it is true that my skeletons possess the gift of speech," he confirmed, the weight of the revelation settling upon his shoulders.
"However, this ability is currently limited to a select few—only two in total."
Professor Hu's eyes widened, a spark of excitement kindling within their depths.
"Remarkable," he marveled, his voice tinged with awe. "Not only have you granted speech to low-level skeletons, but you also hold the potential to unlock this ability in others. Truly, you are a prodigy among the youth of North Province."
As the gravity of the professor's words settled upon him, Long Su found himself captivated by the potential that lay before him.
The prospect of joining Sederth University, an institution renowned for its academic prowess, beckoned with an undeniable allure.
Qiao Feng, the green-haired inspector, extended his hand, his gaze locked on Long Su's.
"We hereby officially invite you to join Sederth University," he proclaimed, his tone underscored by a sense of urgency.
Long Su met Qiao Feng's gaze, his mind abuzz with the potential implications of his decision.
"Before I commit myself," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of apprehension.
"I must inquire—what benefits would accompany my enrollment at Sederth University?"
The air crackled with anticipation as Professor Hu and Qiao Feng exchanged a knowing glance, the promise of untold opportunities hanging heavily between them.
As the evening wore on With each word, the potential consequences of his decision loomed larger, casting a shadow over his once-certain path.