He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

The child was crying and screaming in the corridor.

The wailing of the dying shattered the sky.

The principal was so angry he jumped up and down, and kicked Zhang Ming: "What are you howling about!"

"You're the ones who caused this mess!"

"Now that we're asking you to make amends, you still dare to make excuses!"

"You want to announce your expulsion to the whole school, huh!"

Zhang Ming lay on the ground, snot bubbles coming out of his nose: "Fine, I'll fire you!"

"Being fired is better than becoming barbecue!"

"I've never even had a first love, I don't want to die so easily!"

The other two's eyes immediately lit up: "Yes!"

"This lousy school, whoever falls in love can go!"

"Can't we just stay away?"

Yang Guang chuckled: "Oh?"

"I didn't expect you guys to be so quick-witted?"

"That's certainly one approach; if you can't afford to offend them, can't you at least avoid them?"

"But the problem is, you guys had your fun."

"Don't even mention in China, even if you run into the park, it can still chase you down and kill you."

"..."

Okay.

The lifeline that the three of them had so painstakingly grasped vanished in an instant.

What's the point of playing this game?!

So you absolutely have to bait the nest?

Lin Yue also felt that this request was a bit too much to ask.

After all, they were just three ordinary high school students.

It's only natural to feel fear when faced with such terrifying supernatural power.

She approached Yang Guang and lowered her voice: "They are, after all, just ordinary people."

"If we really use them as bait, and there are any casualties, no one can bear the responsibility."

Yang Guang pulled a toothpick from his pocket—something he'd somehow acquired—and put it in his mouth, saying, "Don't worry."

"With me here, there will be no surprises!"

"Even if they wanted to die, they couldn't."

"We'll see."

"I was just trying to scare them, you've taught them a lesson."

"Tell them not to do this kind of thing again."

"Otherwise, even if I save them once, I can't save them a second time."

Lin Yue let out a long breath.

His taut back instantly collapsed.

As long as these three little brats aren't used as real bait to get themselves killed, it's fine.

This guy is usually carefree and irresponsible, but he does have principles when it matters.

Yang Guang couldn't be bothered to pay any more attention to the Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick lying on the ground.

Instead, he looked at the principal and said, "That's enough."

"Lead the way, Principal."

"Let's find a brighter place to talk business."

"The smell of burnt corpses in this corridor is so strong, it's making me dizzy."

"It severely affects my accuracy in casting spells."

The principal dared not utter a single complaint.

That bald head was nodding like a chick pecking at rice.

He hurriedly led the way, saying solicitously, "Yang is right!"

"Let's talk this over in my office!"

The group moved to a new location in a grand procession.

When going downstairs.

Wang Lei has become completely blind because his thick-rimmed glasses were knocked off and couldn't be retrieved.

He tripped and fell straight forward.

My head slammed hard against the big blue trash can at the corner of the stairs.

It emitted a dull, loud thud.

Li Qiang and Zhang Ming held him up from both sides.

They pulled and dragged it.

They dragged the person down like a dead dog.

Principal's Office.

The principal eagerly pushed open the heavy mahogany double door.

He stepped aside and made a perfectly standard waiter's gesture to invite us in.

The interior furnishings are extremely luxurious.

A large leather sofa sits in the center, and a large rosewood desk is placed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Behind them is a whole wall of bookshelves.

It was filled with brand-new, hardcover tomes.

I suspect they're all just for show.

Yang Guang didn't treat himself like an outsider at all.

He strode in, walked around the large desk, and plopped down in the big, soft boss's chair.

His body leaned heavily backward.

Two long legs were lifted up and placed on the gleaming mahogany table without any hesitation.

The shoe sole was placed so casually on the spot where the principal usually graded documents.

"That feels so good!"

Yang Guang let out a satisfied sigh.

She even twisted her waist from side to side in the chair a couple of times: "No wonder everyone is so eager to climb up the ladder."

"This view."

"This is a fully wrapped genuine leather seat cushion."

"This is practically the ultimate luxury workspace that every working person dreams of!"

The principal stood aside with a forced smile, not daring to raise any objection to Yang Guang's thuggish behavior of usurping the position.

They even rushed forward quickly, acting very obsequiously.

He pulled out a jar of Da Hong Pao tea from the drawer, a tea he usually couldn't bear to drink himself.

I grabbed a whole bunch.

With practiced ease, he brewed a cup of tea and respectfully placed it beside Yang Guang.

Yang Guang took a small sip and then spat out a mouthful of tea foam.

He looked just like an old cadre.

The key question is, how old is he?

This scene is just too jarring.

Lin Yue stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, arms crossed.

We've become quite used to Yang Guang's shameless and overbearing behavior.

As for the three male high school students who were escorted here by the criminal police, they lined up in an extremely orderly row.

It was stuck to the large white wall on the right side of the office.

Her hands were obediently pressed against the seams of her trousers. She didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

He acted completely like a prisoner awaiting trial.

Lin Yue tapped her fingertips heavily twice on the mahogany table and said, "Stop playing around!"

"Get to the important business!"

Yang Guang then reluctantly removed the two long legs from the table.

He couldn't help but mutter, "What's the rush?"

"Even when fishing for big fish, you have to prepare the bait with mud first, right?"

He reached into his sweatpants pocket and pulled out three sheets of yellow paper that he had prepared beforehand.

Then he pulled out a pair of rusty small iron scissors.

Fingers flew across the keyboard.

The scissors opened and closed, and scraps of paper fell down in a flurry.

The movements were incredibly fluid and graceful.

In less than half a minute, three small, exquisite yellow paper figures with hands and feet lay in a row on the table.

Yang Guang casually tossed the scissors aside.

He tapped his finger on the table: "Give me your birth date and time."

Zhang Ming, who was in the corner, reacted the fastest.

A throbbing pain in my throat.

He quickly recited a string of dates and times.

Li Qiang and Wang Lei followed closely behind, afraid that if they spoke too late, they would be thrown directly out of the third-floor window to be fed to that unknown barbecue ghost.

Yang Guang took out a vermilion pen and wrote the production date on the back of the little figures.

"Alright."

"Step one complete."

Yang Guang leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands: "Now add the seasonings."

He pointed at the three men in the corner and said, "Take your pants off."

These three words were like a thunderclap out of nowhere.

The principal had just picked up his thermos to drink water when his wrist suddenly trembled.

Lin Yue stared wide-eyed at Yang Guang in disbelief.

The three people in the corner were completely petrified.

They all stretched out their hands and gripped their waistbands tightly.

What the hell?

I've only heard that the entertainment industry is very chaotic, and that handsome young men like us are easily targeted.

But I've never heard of this in their metaphysical circles either.

Li Qiang's face, which was full of fat, turned a liver color.

His voice cracked: "Brother Guang!"

"Master Yang!"

"Oh, my ancestors!"

"What are you trying to do?!"

"I'm a straight man, by all accounts!"

"I'm only interested in peeping at Grandma Liu; I have no feelings for men!"

Zhang Ming's calves were cramping violently.

His legs clattered and clicked as he cried out, "Master Yang!"

"Taking off his pants in broad daylight!"

"How am I supposed to face anyone at No. 3 Middle School now?!"

Wang Lei crossed his arms over his chest, adopting a defiant stance: "Even if you kill me, I will never surrender my last shred of dignity!"