My martial spirit leads me to Earth; I begin by submitting my skills to the Douluo Continent.

Chapter 59 You surnamed Su! Who do you think you are?

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Insulting one's godfather?

How can we tolerate this?!

"presumptuous!!"

Wang Sheng was the first to jump up, blocking Su Yun's path, and roared, "Director Su, watch your mouth! How dare you insult Su Shen like that?"

"Rebellion! Rebellion!"

Director Su's face turned purple with rage, his soul power surging, and three soul rings were about to appear beneath his feet. "You bunch of trashy work-study students, are you trying to rebel? Believe me or not, I'll fire you all!"

"Fine, I'll fire you! Who's afraid of who!"

As soon as Director Su finished speaking, the aristocratic students in the back row all stood up abruptly.

The boy who had been shouting "ancestor" the loudest earlier now, in an attempt to impress his godfather, stepped onto a stool and started cursing at Director Su.

"Come on! Go ahead and fire them if you dare! I don't believe you have the guts. If you're so capable, fire all the work-study students in the school!"

"We will never bow to evil forces!"

That expression of facing certain death made him look like a martyr about to bravely sacrifice himself.

However, Wang Sheng, who was standing at the very front, was now completely speechless, and his mouth was twitching wildly.

"Hey, no—"

"Brother, you're a privileged student who paid full tuition to get in. He's threatening to fire all the work-study students—"

"So, you readily agreed on my behalf when there wasn't a knife to your throat??"

But the boy was clearly caught up in his rant and didn't notice Wang Sheng's gaze, which seemed to look at him as if he were mentally challenged.

He even felt that his momentum wasn't strong enough and that he needed to add more fuel to the fire!

So he took a deep breath and cursed again, "And another one! You surnamed Su! Who do you think you are?!"

After uttering that curse, the boy suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, realizing he had gone a bit too far with his sweeping generalization.

Our new ancestor also has the surname Su!

He turned pale with fright, and his survival instinct kicked in instantly.

"No! Everyone, don't misunderstand!"

"I'm specifically referring to this piece of trash, Su! I'm definitely not talking about you, Godfather!"

The boy looked at Su Yun with a terrified expression, frantically stacking his armor: "I have absolutely no objection to the noble and sacred surname Su! I even admire it greatly!"

"My godfather's Su, that Su that breaks through the heavens! That Su that brings all things back to life!"

"And you!"

The boy turned his head sharply and stared fiercely at Director Su again.

"You dare to use the surname Su? Change it right now! Don't tarnish my godfather's name!"

The surrounding classmates were taken aback for a moment, then nodded in agreement, finding it to be very reasonable.

"That's right! He doesn't even deserve the surname Su!"

"I suggest expelling him from the Soviet Union!"

The situation was about to spiral out of control, and a mass brawl was imminent.

"Oh."

A soft laugh suddenly came from the eye of the storm.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrating power that instantly silenced the restless classroom.

Su Yun sat in the chair, looking at the furious Director Su with a half-smile.

"Director Su, right?"

Su Yun's voice was gentle and warm, without a trace of anger, and even carried a hint of teasing.

Why get so angry? It's bad for your liver.

"Look at you, you're spitting everywhere."

Su Yun pointed to the food in front of her, her tone full of regret.

"Such delicious food, if it gets covered in your saliva, it really won't be edible."

"you!!"

Director Su was speechless at Su Yun's attitude of completely disregarding him.

He had originally expected Su Yun to panic or become enraged and resist.

But now, Su Yun sat there like a monarch on a throne, watching a clown jump around.

That composure and confidence that emanated from his very being made Director Su feel a strange sense of defeat.

"Stop talking nonsense with me!"

Director Su straightened his back forcefully in an attempt to conceal his lack of imposing presence.

At Notting College, the rules are law!

"Come with me, Mr. Su!"

Several members of the school security team exchanged glances and gripped their martial spirits tightly.

"No need for you all to do it."

Su Yun stood up and casually dusted off the corner of his clothes.

He turned around and smiled gently at Xiao Wu and Tang San, who looked worried.

"Everyone, keep eating, don't waste it, this is good food."

"I'll be right back."

After saying that, Su Yun put his hands in his pockets, a faint smile on his lips, and walked straight to the door.

When he walked up to the group of fierce-looking school security guards, he simply turned his head slightly and smiled gently: "Excuse me."

Just two words.

This sent chills down the spines of the school guards, who instinctively stepped aside and obediently made way for him!

Su Yun walked through the crowd and stood in front of Director Su, looking at the furious middle-aged man.

"Didn't you want to see the principal?"

Su Yun shrugged and said casually, "Lead the way."

"Perfect timing, I'd also like to meet that headmaster."

"I want to see what kind of deities this little Notting College worships, and what kind of crooked scriptures it recites."

Seeing Su Yun's expression, Director Su stood there stunned for a full two seconds before realizing that he was the one enforcing the law.

Who the hell is arresting whom?

Why does it feel like he's a leader inspecting work, and I'm the doorman showing him the way?!

Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, top floor of the administration building.

"arrive."

Director Su stopped in front of a large mahogany gate.

He straightened his collar, his expression instantly changed to a fawning smile, and gently knocked on the door.

Thump, thump, thump————

"Principal, the person has been brought."

After a few seconds of deathly silence, a pretentious voice came from inside the door: "I'm dealing with important matters. Tell him to wait."

Director Su turned around and looked at Su Yun, who had his hands in his pockets and looked indifferent. He felt a surge of anger rising within him.

"Did you hear me? Wait!"

Director Su pointed to the cold wall across the corridor and said imperiously, "Su Yun, don't think you're so great just because you're the king of the work-study students. This is the administration building! Here, even if you're a dragon, you have to coil up; even if you're a tiger, you have to lie low!"

"Go stand over there! Stand at attention! Reflect on your attitude! If you do this later—"

"Director Su."

Su Yun suddenly interrupted him.

Su Yun took off his sunglasses, took out a glasses cloth from his pocket, and slowly wiped the lenses. Then he tilted his head slightly and looked Director Su up and down.

"You've been stuck in the position of director of the teaching affairs office for at least twenty years, haven't you?"

Director Su was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "How did you know—"

"I could tell."

Su Yun gently blew on her glasses.

"Your tie is crooked, your cuffs are greasy, and the heels of your shoes are badly worn but haven't been replaced. This indicates that you're doing poorly and have long since lost any chance of promotion."