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

as predicted.

As soon as I reached the school gate, the security guard rushed out from the security room.

"stop!"

The security guard reached out and blocked Yang Guang's way, giving the odd couple a once-over with a rather unpleasant look.

"Student, pets and strangers are not allowed on campus."

The security guard pointed at Chu Sheng, then at Er Lengzi: "And where's your student ID?"

Which class are you in?

"Come over and register."

"Also, I need to call your homeroom teacher and ask him to come out and pick you up."

Yang Guang stared at the security guard with a bewildered expression.

He pointed to his nose with his index finger, his face full of astonishment: "Uncle, don't you even recognize me?"

"Take another look?"

The security guard glanced at him sideways and scoffed, "There are thousands of people in this school, do you think you're better looking than everyone else?"

"Do I really have to know you?"

Yang Guang chuckled and raised an eyebrow: "Although I'm not as good-looking as others, I'm more flamboyant."

The entire room fell silent.

The security guard was stunned.

Chu Sheng, that mountain of flesh weighing 250 jin, took a big step back and clasped his hands together.

He had an expression that said, "This humble monk does not recognize this person."

Er Lengzi is even more amazing.

It moved three steps to the side, sat down on the ground, and covered its face with one of its front paws.

Those heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, peeked at Yang Guang through the gaps in his claws, their eyes filled with disdain.

The security guard also took two steps back, his right hand instinctively gripping the walkie-talkie at his waist.

The way they looked at him was like they were looking at a mental patient.

"What...what did you say?"

The security guard stared at Yang Guang warily, his thumb already on the button of the walkie-talkie, ready to call for backup at any moment.

Yang Guang also realized that he might have said something wrong.

He coughed and quickly tried to cover it up: "No, uncle, don't misunderstand."

"What I mean is, my methods are a bit unorthodox."

"If you don't let me in now, the principal himself will come to talk to you later."

The security guard visibly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

But he still glared at Yang Guang with annoyance: "Slutty tactics?"

"If you're so cunning, go audition! What are you doing at school?"

"Are you trying to intimidate me by using the principal's name?"

The security guard puffed out his chest, his face full of righteous indignation: "This school rule was set by the principal!"

"Even if the principal himself comes today, you can't bring strangers or pets in!"

"Rules are rules!"

"I've been a security guard for thirteen years, and I've never..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A strong, resonant voice came from behind.

Did I mention this school rule?

Security guard Lao Zhang's mouth remained open, as if someone had pressed the pause button on his entire body.

He turned his head stiffly.

A bald, middle-aged man, wearing a dark blue suit and carrying a briefcase, was standing at the entrance of the security room.

The Mediterranean hairstyle reflected the sunlight, shining so brightly it was dazzling.

The principal actually came in person?

Security guard Lao Zhang's face changed instantly, and his once-proud chest shrank back at a visible speed.

"The...principal?"

"What brings you here?"

The principal pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and walked over with a smile.

But his gaze didn't even look at the security guard; instead, it went straight for Yang Guang.

His enthusiasm was like seeing his own father: "Master Yang!"

"You're back!"

"Didn't you say you weren't feeling well and needed to rest?"

"Why are you at school so soon?"

"Why don't we go back and rest more?"

The principal took two quick steps and grabbed Yang Guang's hand.

The frequency of the shaking almost dislocated Yang Guang's arm.

Yang Guang's head was spinning from being shaken: "Principal, please stop shaking me, I haven't even digested my breakfast yet."

Security guard Lao Zhang was completely dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

The principal calls a student a master?

Still so enthusiastic?

What kind of approach is this?

He turned his head to look at Yang Guang's faded and tattered sports jacket, and then at the principal's attitude that seemed to want to kneel down.

My brain completely shut down.

Only then did the principal notice that there was a 250-pound mountain of flesh standing next to him.

He looked Chu Sheng up and down, his smile fading slightly. "And this gentleman is?"

Yang Guang pulled his hand away from the principal's hand, which had been shaking for a while, and shook his arm to loosen it up: "This is my assistant."

Chu Sheng immediately put his hands together and solemnly performed a Buddhist greeting: "Amitabha, greetings to Principal and Benefactor."

The principal was taken aback.

assistant?

A fat monk in a monk's robe and flip-flops as an assistant?

But the principal, being a worldly man, immediately gave him a "I completely understand" look and nodded, saying, "Okay, okay, welcome, welcome."

Then he looked down at Er Lengzi, who was lying on the ground.

Er Lengzi tilted his big head back, his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, staring straight at the principal.

A large tongue hung out, drool dripping onto the ground.

The principal hesitated for a moment: "This dog..."

Yang Guang patted Er Lengzi's head: "This is my working dog."

"It was all thanks to it that I was able to help the school with those things last time."

"Without it, I can't use my full strength."

When the principal heard that it was related to what had happened at the school before, he immediately stopped asking questions.

He nodded quickly, "I understand, I understand!"

"Working dogs, of course they can come in!"

The security guard, Lao Zhang, listened in stunned silence.

What kind of master?

What kind of assistant?

What working dog?

He couldn't help but weakly ask, "Principal, but the school rules say..."

The principal turned around and glanced at him, then adjusted his glasses.

His tone was calm, but his statement carried undeniable authority: "Old Zhang."

"School rules are rules, but people are flexible."

"Master Yang is a specially appointed consultant for the school. The people he brings, and... uh... dogs, are all for the school's security."

"You just need to register; don't make things difficult for them."

Security guard Lao Zhang opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He looked down at the registration book in his hand, then at Yang Guang's smug face.

Silently, I wrote three words in the register.

Yang Guang.

Then, in the remarks column, he wrote a small note: "Brought a fat monk and a dog."

Yang Guang glanced at it, his lips twitched, but he was too lazy to bother with it.

The principal personally led Yang Guang and his two companions into the campus, exchanging pleasantries with Yang Guang as they walked.

"Master Yang, thank you for your contributions to the school."

"This is all thanks to you!"

Yang Guang replied casually, "You're too kind, it's all my pleasure."

His mind wasn't on that at all.

All I could think about was Yu Zixin's hesitant phone call.

What happened to that girl?

When Yang Guang reached the front of the teaching building, he stopped and checked the time.

A little after 11 a.m.

It's not lunchtime yet.

Yang Guang turned to the principal and said, "Principal, I'll go check on the classroom first."

"For lunch, we'll be eating in the cafeteria. Can you use your meal card?"

"able!"

"Definitely!"

"Eat whatever you like, my meal card has no limit!"

Yang Guang immediately became excited.

Yang Guang gripped the principal's hand tightly and shook it vigorously: "Principal!"

"You are absolutely the best principal I've ever met in my life!"