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

Chapter 60 Little Fat Sheep

"You—" Director Su's face flushed red, and she was about to explode.

"Don't rush, let me finish."

Su Yun put his sunglasses back on, crossed his arms, and leaned lazily against the wall of the corridor. His posture was not like that of a student being interrogated, but rather like that of a leader inspecting work.

"Do you know why you can't get promoted?"

Su Yun stretched out a finger and pointed it at Director Su's furious face from a distance, her tone full of disappointment and frustration.

"Too narrow-minded."

"As a manager, your job is to coordinate, not to stand here like a gatekeeper, barking at the students. Do you think you're so capable by leaving me hanging and giving me a hard time?"

Su Yun sighed.

"This only exposes your incompetence and insecurity. True leaders never stoop to such low-level tactics to seek validation."

"Look at you now, so angry and red-faced. If I were the principal, I wouldn't promote a subordinate who can't even control his emotions."

"You! How dare you!!"

Director Su was so angry that he was trembling all over, and his finger pointing at Su Yun was shaking.

He'd lived half his life, scolded countless students, and even many young teachers, yet today he was scolded in return by a child?!

The key is ————

The way this kid spoke, that superior, commanding air of confidence, actually gave him a certain feeling—

He had such a good feeling about it that I even subconsciously wanted to straighten my tie!

Su Yun waved his hand casually, as if shooing away a fly.

"Be quiet for a bit. If you're really bored, go clean that window over there; it's covered in dust and it's annoying to look at."

Director Su opened his mouth wide, completely speechless.

Meanwhile, in the principal's office, just one door away.

The principal was sitting in the boss's chair, listening greedily to the report from the teacher in front of him.

This teacher was a burly man and the head of the college's practical course teaching and research group.

"Principal! It's absolutely true!"

The instructor, his face flushed with excitement, lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "I happened to be passing by the back door of the classroom at the time! Although I didn't hear what they were saying, I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Su Yun sat down on the podium, and suddenly a large silver door opened behind him! The light—tsk tsk tsk!"

The instructor, demonstrating with practice, confidently analyzed, "I'd stake my entire career on it! That's absolutely a soul tool! And a top-tier ancient soul tool at that!"

"An ancient soul tool?!"

The principal's breathing instantly became heavy.

"You mean, he's just a child, holding this kind of treasure?"

"Exactly! How else can we explain it?" The combat instructor's eyes gleamed with fervor. "Why did those students kneel before him? They must have been intimidated by the power of that soul tool!"

"There's one more thing, Headmaster! Do you know about that new Nezha Burger shop that recently opened in Nottingham, making a fortune every day?"

A hint of jealousy flashed in the eyes of the instructor who had practical experience.

"That's this kid's business! I originally thought of helping my student manage it and offered a high price to buy it, but he flatly refused and was extremely arrogant."

The principal stood up from his chair and paced back and forth in his office, his breathing becoming even more rapid than before.

A student possesses a priceless treasure and owns a lucrative shop.

These don't look like students.

This is clearly a fat, juicy lamb!

"Okay, very good."

The principal stopped, straightened his clothes, and a greedy smile appeared on his face.

"It's too unsafe for a child to have these dangerous things in his hands; they could easily attract the attention of bad people."

"As his teacher, I have a duty to safeguard that treasure for him. As for that shop—to prevent him from being distracted and neglecting his studies, it should also be managed by the school."

The principal glanced at the clock on the wall.

"That's about enough. After leaving him hanging for half an hour, that kid's mental defenses should have collapsed."

He cleared his throat, sat back in his boss's chair, and said in a deep voice towards the door, "Director Su, let him in."

"Click".

The door finally opened.

Director Su, with a dark expression, pointed inside to Su Yun.

Su Yun straightened up and walked into the office.

The room was dimly lit. The principal sat behind a huge desk, his back to the light, his whole body shrouded in shadow, trying to create psychological pressure on anyone who entered through this small trick.

He coldly scrutinized Su Yun with his sinister eyes.

"Su Yun".

The principal's voice was deep and carried the imposing authority of someone in a superior position.

"Do you know why I made you stand at the door for so long?"

If it were an ordinary child, faced with such a scene, they would have been trembling with fear, crying and admitting their mistake.

But Su Yun simply stood quietly in front of the desk.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, his eyes behind his sunglasses calmly watching the pretentious middle-aged man, as if he were watching a clumsy farce.

"Know."

Su Yun smiled slightly, directly breaking through that layer of paper.

"Probably because—"

"Principal, you think there's something to exploit about me. You want to rob me outright, but you don't want to ruin your reputation, so you staged this whole thing?"

Su Yun took a step forward, placed her hands on the edge of the desk, and leaned forward slightly.

His arrogance, which regarded the powerful and wealthy as worthless, actually overwhelmed the principal, who was a Soul Master level figure, in terms of sheer presence!

"Am I right, Headmaster?"

As Su Yun finished speaking, the office fell into a brief silence.

The principal had prepared a long, authoritative opening speech, such as, "Do you know your crime? How much have you reflected on your actions?"

At that moment, Su Yun's blunt truth left them speechless.

This script is wrong.

A normal student, after being left waiting for half an hour, should come in feeling either apprehensive or aggrieved and trying to explain.

Why did this kid flip the table right away and blurt out what I was thinking?

"Cough cough————"

The principal tactically cleared his throat, leaned forward, and his greasy, fat face finally emerged from the shadows.

"Su Yun, you are very smart."

The principal gave a forced smile, placed his fingers on the table, and adopted the posture of a wise and sage.

"But sometimes, being too smart isn't a good thing. Young people, don't be so cynical."

"I made you reflect at the door to temper your character. As for what you said about outright robbery—"

The principal shook his head and let out a heartbroken sigh.

"That's utter nonsense! I'm the principal, the head of the school! Everything I do is for the sake of the college, for the healthy growth of you students!"