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

The principal was a little dazed by his shaking, but still smiled and said, "Of course, of course."

Done.

The principal then walked side by side with Yang Guang toward the teaching building, taking out a bank card from the inside pocket of his suit as they walked.

The card is gold.

Reflecting the sunlight, it shimmered and sparkled, mirroring the principal's receding hairline.

The principal held the bank card in both hands and handed it to Yang Guang with such respect, as if he were offering sacrifices to an ancestor.

"Master Yang, this is a small token of our appreciation from the school."

There are 200,000 inside.

"The last time something happened at school, it was all thanks to your help that the situation was resolved."

"This is the compensation you deserve."

Yang Guang's eyes lit up instantly.

That brightness was even more dazzling than the principal's Mediterranean Sea.

Yang Guang maintained the composure befitting the last Celestial Master: "Principal, how could I possibly accept this?"

"It's only right that I help the school with those things."

"After all, I am also a part of the school."

"Taking money would seem too distant."

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Yang Guang's right hand had already taken the bank card with remarkable ease, and he slipped it into his pocket with an incredibly smooth motion.

The whole process was smooth and seamless.

They were being polite with their words, but their hands didn't waste a single second.

Chu Sheng, standing nearby, stared in disbelief, his round, chubby face filled with admiration.

He leaned close to Yang Guang's ear and whispered, "Brother Guang, your skill in saying no but doing it faster than anyone else's is something I, this humble monk, am ashamed to admit."

Yang Guang rolled his eyes at him: "What do you know?"

"This is called adult social etiquette."

"They're giving you this as a token of their appreciation; if you don't accept it, you're being disrespectful."

"I'm doing this to give the principal face!"

Chu Sheng put his hands together in prayer: "Amitabha."

"Brother Guang is right."

Er Lengzi lay down at Yang Guang's feet, his heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, rolled upwards.

Yang's father is indeed quite shameless.

Yang Guang tucked his bank card away, his mood instantly improving. He smiled at the principal and said, "Principal, since there's nothing else, please go ahead and get back to work."

"I'll wander around the school for a while, and go back after I'm done with my work and have dinner."

Upon hearing this, the principal's previously smiling face suddenly showed a hint of hesitation.

He rubbed his hands together, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

Yang Guang was all too familiar with that expression.

This is the second time I've seen this expression today.

Yu Zixin made one phone call, and now the principal is making another.

Why is everyone playing the "guess what I'm going to say" game with him today?

He was the last Celestial Master, not a mind-reading master!

Yang Guang frowned: "Principal, just say what you have to say."

"Isn't it uncomfortable to hold it in?"

The principal gritted his teeth and finally spoke: "Master Yang, um... I actually have a personal matter I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"Is this a convenient time for you?"

Yang Guang looked at the principal's face, which was full of struggle, and raised an eyebrow.

Honestly.

The principal is indeed a person you can get along with.

He not only had a good attitude and paid money readily, but also had unlimited meal cards and approved leave requests instantly.

Such a leader, if placed on a national scale, would be considered an endangered species.

It must be protected.

Moreover.

Yang Guang also had something he wanted to ask the principal for help with.

This 250-pound Buddhist scoundrel, Chu Sheng, can't just keep messing around with me forever, can he?

We need to get him enrolled in a school.

Firstly, it makes management easier.

Secondly, it makes it easier to get free meals.

Thirdly, if something else goes wrong at school, having a fat guy who can summon the image of Buddha as a henchman is better than fighting alone.

You help me, I help you.

The adult world is just that simple and unadorned.

Yang Guang nodded: "Please tell me what it is first."

The principal visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

He moved closer to Yang Guang, lowering his voice as if afraid of being overheard by those nearby: "It's like this, I have a brother-in-law."

"He usually likes to fish and goes to the river every few days."

"But he started acting strangely a few days ago after he came back from night fishing."

Yang Guang raised an eyebrow and pressed, "What's wrong with it?"

The principal organized his thoughts: "Well, after he came back, he was like a completely different person."

"At first, he stopped talking and wouldn't answer any of the questions his family asked him."

"Then he just wouldn't eat, not a single bite, but his mental state didn't look like he was sick."

"The most bizarre thing is..."

The principal lowered his voice even further: "Every night, he would sit on the balcony on time, facing one direction, and sit there motionless."

"I sat there from midnight until dawn."

"My wife has told him off several times, but he acts like he didn't hear her."

"My mother-in-law was so anxious that she cried."

"We took him to the hospital for a checkup, but they couldn't find anything wrong with him."

After listening, Yang Guang put his hands in his pockets and clicked his tongue thoughtfully.

These symptoms indicate either a mental health issue.

Either they've attracted something dirty.

But considering that the problem only occurred after he returned from night fishing, Yang Guang was already about 70-80% confident.

Waterside has always been one of the places with the heaviest yin energy.

Especially for activities like night fishing, you can sit alone by the river in the middle of the night, quietly waiting for the fish to bite.

You said you were waiting for fish there.

Who knows if something else is waiting for you?

Yang Guang looked at the principal: "Principal, I can help look into this matter."

Upon hearing this, the principal's eyes lit up instantly, and he excitedly asked, "Really?"

"Very good!"

"Master Yang, you've really helped me a lot!"

Yang Guang waved his hand: "Don't rush, let's make this clear first."

"I'm helping you with this, but I also have something I'd like to ask you for help with."

The principal immediately patted his chest and declared, "Go ahead!"

"If it's within my power, absolutely no problem!"

Yang Guang pointed to the side.

Chu Sheng was standing there, and somehow he had pulled out that chicken leg again.

He was munching away, his mouth dripping with oil.

Hearing Yang Guang call him, he quickly stuffed the chicken leg into the pocket of his monk's robe.

He clasped his hands together and forced out an extremely kind smile.

Yang Guang could hardly bear to watch, but he still asked, "Principal, could you help me get him enrolled in our school?"

"Just let him be in my class."

The principal glanced at Chu Sheng's 250-pound mountain of flesh and the chicken leg oil still smeared on the corner of his mouth, and immediately hesitated.

"this……"

"Master Yang, he doesn't look young anymore, does he?"

"Wouldn't it be... to be directly placed in the senior year of high school?"

Yang Guang remained unfazed: "Principal, he's only eighteen this year."

"Just looks older than her age."

Chu Sheng nodded vigorously, agreeing sincerely, "Yes, yes, yes!"

"This humble monk developed relatively early."

The principal looked Chu Sheng up and down, his round, chubby face sizing him up.

Eighteen years old?

You call this eighteen?

If you said he was thirty-eight, people would believe it if you said so!