Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

Because of his Spirit Eye Martial Soul, Huo Yuhao could basically remember everything he saw, so he remembered the older brother in front of him who looked flustered.

As a freshman who had just arrived and had been trained by Zhou Yi all day, Huo Yuhao naturally had no idea what Zhang Mo had done in the fourth grade today.

He was just curious whether the older brother who had dusted him off a few days ago was actually a teacher. He was so young.

"Hello teacher, a grilled fish costs five copper coins."

"It smells really good, doesn't it? Have two to try." Zhang Mo took out a silver soul coin from his soul tool and handed it to Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao handed Zhang Mo the two largest fish on the grill, which he considered to be the best grilled.

At this moment, a group of students who had been attracted by the aroma of grilled fish had gathered around. They were all looking at Zhang Mo, hoping to get an answer about the taste of grilled fish from him.

To be honest, Zhang Mo wasn't sure either. Although everyone had been raving about Huo Yuhao's grilled fish, it was actually his first time eating it.

He opened his mouth and gently bit into the grilled fish. The skin was slightly charred with a unique aroma, and the fish meat was grilled to perfection, carrying the unique delicious scent of spices.

"Delicious!" Zhang Mo gave a thumbs up, then continued to tear into the grilled fish.

Upon seeing this, the people around immediately swarmed forward, rushing to pay for Huo Yuhao's grilled fish.

Zhang Mo, meanwhile, leisurely left with his two grilled fish, walking to a spot some distance away where he could still see Huo Yuhao.

Zhang Mo waited until he finished eating both grilled fish, but the person who was supposed to come did not appear. Instead, he was met with an angry Wang Dong.

Wang Dong stormed angrily toward Huo Yuhao's stall. Zhang Mo sighed inwardly, wondering if his actions had already disrupted the original storyline. Tang Ya and Wang Dong were supposed to meet at the Soul Arena. And what about the Xuan Shui Pill that Huo Yuhao was missing…?

Sighing, Zhang Mo scratched his head with both hands in annoyance.

"This gentleman seems to care a lot about my junior brother."

"!"

Hearing the voice, Zhang Mo turned around abruptly. It was Bei Bei! Perhaps because he was at the entrance of Shrek Academy, he had indeed let his guard down, but he hadn't noticed anyone approaching him at all.

Zhang Mo did not answer Bei Bei's question, but refocused his attention on Huo Yuhao.

"How does it feel to pretend to be an ordinary person, Young Master Mu?"

This time it was Beibei's turn to be shocked. He was no longer smiling. His eyes widened as he stared at Zhang Mo, and crackling sounds came from all around him, as if lightning was engulfing him.

But soon, Beibei calmed down and returned to her original gentle demeanor.

He turned to leave, but Zhang Mo could not tolerate him coming and going as he pleased.

"When are you going to stop playing house?"

"Does taking in someone equally down on their luck really revive your lover's Tang Clan?"

"You!" These words were so harsh; they pierced deeply into Beibei's heart.

But he couldn't do anything to Zhang Mo, because Zhang Mo was a teacher, and if he resorted to violence, his fate would surely embarrass Xuanzu.

Bei Bei, ultimately prioritizing the bigger picture, turned and left. He meant no harm to his junior brother; perhaps the higher-ups had taken notice of him. After all, his original martial soul was indeed special, and he was the champion of the Master Cup. Was I… being too sensitive?

He walked back to Huo Yuhao and Tang Ya's side.

"Beibei, where have you been? Hurry up and help your junior brother pack up his stall. I have something to tell you, today..."

Seeing Tang Ya's mouth stuffed full of fish, making her look just like an adorable hamster, Bei Bei immediately smiled, forgetting her earlier unpleasantness, and started cleaning up the stall with Huo Yuhao.

He loves his lover, but he's willing to revive the Tang Clan... If Xiaoya knew my identity, my family... what would become of us...?

Zhang Mo watched the group of four leave and return to the academy. Bei Bei cast a final glance at him as they walked away.

The two Holy Maidens of the Holy Spirit Cult, who came from Shrek Academy, should we say that the academy's teachings are effective, or... that they are too lax?

Beibei... Could you be the first to break the deadlock?

Zhang Mo looked up; it was getting dark.

He returned to the academy and headed towards his dormitory, where he spent another night racking his brains for a way to defeat the God King, but unfortunately, he still couldn't come up with any good ideas.

He even dreamt that the supreme being pierced him through with a single halberd.

So the next morning, Zhang Mo still had dark circles under his eyes as he put on his uniform in front of the mirror.

The second day of school... Zhang Mo closed his eyes, trying to recall what would happen today.

Today should be the day Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong bump into Ma Xiaotao.

Evil Phoenix...

Zhang Mo stopped thinking about it and walked out of the faculty dormitory. He went straight to the white teaching building and arrived at the corridor outside Class 1 of the freshmen class. He looked into the classroom through the window and confirmed that Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong were not there.

So, the story remains unchanged. Yesterday, Huo Yuhao made a fortune from grilled fish, and after eating his fill, he strolled by the lake and encountered Ma Xiaotao. Therefore, the Soul Ascension Pill will naturally fall into the hands of Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong.

Zhang Mo glanced at Zhou Yi, whose face was serious and even tinged with anger. He guessed that she was probably thinking about expelling Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong, after all, they dared to skip her class on the second day of school. He knew Zhou Yi; that woman was only nice to her husband and never gave anyone a kind look. If Zhang Mo went in and interfered in her class, Zhou Yi would really beat him up no matter who he was. Not wanting to make a fool of himself, Zhang Mo went straight to Class 2 of the freshmen.

As for the teaching situation of the second freshman class... Zhang Mo was speechless.

Zhang Mo realized that Mu Jin was just lucky; there were a few talented students in her class, but her teaching ability... well, it was hard to describe.

"Ms. Mujin, come to my office after class." Zhang Mo knocked on the door of Class 2 and then left gracefully.

"Ah, okay, okay, Teacher Zhang." Mu Jin herself had a good attitude towards the higher-ups of the academy, so she treated Zhang Mo very well, which made Zhang Mo very satisfied. He finally felt a bit like a deputy director.

Zhang Mo thought the morning ahead would be quite leisurely, and he decided to go to his large office in the office building to prepare his lessons.

But as soon as he stepped into the office building, he saw Wang Yan, and saw that Wang Yan immediately smiled when he saw him.

Damn, what kind of bond have I formed with Wang Yan? How old are you? Why is it always you?

"Teacher Zhang Mo, I was just about to look for you. Director Du is looking for you."

"Okay, I understand, I'll go right away," Zhang Mo nodded in response.

So Zhang Mo rushed to Du Weilin's office without stopping and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

"Director Du, you wanted to see me..." Zhang Mo pushed open the door after receiving permission, but he saw that there were other people in the office.

The man was dressed in white and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his hands behind his back.

"Teacher Zhang, this must be your first time meeting Dean Yan. This is the dean of the college, Yan Shaozhe, Dean Yan."

After hearing Du Weilun introduce him, Yan Shaozhe turned around slowly with great poise. His hair was gray but he did not look old; paired with his refined and gentle face, he even had a unique sense of style.

Yan Shaozhe slowly walked towards Zhang Mo, raised his hand, and shook hands with Zhang Mo.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang Mo, you are truly young and accomplished. It's rare to see a Masters Cup champion so young, but this is our first time meeting."

The very bureaucratic opening remarks reminded Zhang Mo of some social engagements from his past life, and he immediately responded with a wry smile, "Hello, Dean Yan. Zhang Mo's name is negligible, but when it comes to fame, who doesn't know the name of Ming Feng Douluo?"

"Hahaha—" Yan Shaozhe was quite pleased with Zhang Mo's flattery.