Chapter 60: Making Things Difficult

Many students, long line.

After waiting for a full half hour, it was Zhang Xingyu's turn to register.

Handing over the admission notice and reporting his name, Zhang Xingyu waited quietly for the teacher to register.

"Eh, Shanyang Cheng, Zhang Xingyu?" The black and thin old man in charge of registration looked up and examined Zhang Xingyu carefully.

"You are that waste spiritual root?" he asked loudly.

As soon as he said this, the other teachers and students in charge of registration also turned their heads to look at Zhang Xingyu.

"My spiritual root is a hidden spiritual root," Zhang Xingyu replied.

The black and thin old man's mouth curled up, his face full of sarcasm: "A hidden spiritual root is a waste spiritual root. People with waste spiritual roots are waste for cultivation."

"A waste spiritual root is also a spiritual root," Zhang Xingyu narrowed his eyes and said.

At this moment, his heart was already ignited with anger. This black and thin old man was clearly looking for trouble.

The black and thin old man acted as if he hadn't heard his words, only saying loudly: "Kid, your spiritual root is a waste spiritual root, you can't cultivate. I think you'd better go home early. Don't let the academy be disgraced because of you."

"Whether I can cultivate or not is my business. Whether I go back or not is also my business. Please hurry and handle my enrollment procedures, teacher," Zhang Xingyu said unhurriedly.

The black and thin old man stood up with a "swoosh": "Kid. Our academy doesn't accept waste, we don't accept trash. Get out quickly, don't disturb me from handling procedures for other students."

"I have an admission notice," Zhang Xingyu said coldly.

"So what if you have an admission notice? We just won't accept you, this trash." The black and thin old man threw Zhang Xingyu's admission notice on the ground.

Zhang Xingyu's eyes sparked with fire.

"Pick up my notice," he stared tightly at the black and thin old man and raised his volume.

"Not picking it up." Not only did the old man not pick it up, he even stepped on the notice.

"Pick it up, lick it clean," Zhang Xingyu clenched his fists.

The black and thin old man looked at his fists and stretched his face over: "I'm not picking it up. So what? Do you dare to hit me?"

"Smack."

As soon as his words fell, he was slapped hard on the face.

The black and thin old man was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

The person who struck was Zhu Dafu.

Seeing the black and thin old man making things difficult for Zhang Xingyu, he was so angry that his eyes were spitting fire and his fists were clenched.

If Hu Siping hadn't stopped him, he would have already struck.

"Brother Xingyu, this is the first time I've encountered an idiot who actively asks to be hit. So I couldn't help but strike for you," the little fatty said with a smile to Zhang Xingyu after hitting him.

Zhang Xingyu nodded: "This is also the first time I've encountered such a fool."

A male teacher nearby saw this and quickly came over to help the black-clad old man up.

"Classmate, how can you hit a teacher in school?" several other teachers came over to stop them.

"Does he deserve to be hit?" Zhang Xingyu asked back.

The teachers didn't answer.

The black-clad old man covered his red and swollen cheek with one hand and pointed at Zhu Dafu with the other, roaring desperately: "You, you have such guts, you dare to hit a teacher. I want you all to get out of the academy."

As soon as his words fell, Zhu Dafu had already rushed to his side: "Black old man, what did you say? Say it again, see if I don't beat you again."

"Who are you? You? You? You?" The black and thin old man retreated two steps in fear, staring tightly at Zhu Dafu.

Zhu Dafu laughed: "Black old man, for a dog like you, I'll hit you if I want, I'll scold you if I want. You ask who I am, I just won't tell you. I'm a first-year new student, if you have the ability, expel me from the academy."

The black-clad old man still wanted to say something, but a teacher nearby whispered in his ear: "Forget it, Teacher Liu. That person is the Prince Pingshan's heir, you can't afford to offend him. Yesterday afternoon, the Vice Dean personally handled his enrollment procedures."

"Ah." The black and thin old man was dumbfounded.

"Alright, alright, don't crowd here. This classmate, come to me, I'll handle your enrollment procedures," a beautiful teacher nearby saw this and waved to Zhang Xingyu with a smile.

This beautiful teacher was in her twenties, with a face like jade, lips like fire, and long hair reaching her shoulders.

Seeing her smile, the anger in Zhang Xingyu's chest dissipated by more than half. He bent down to pick up the admission notice on the ground and walked quickly to her side.

The beautiful teacher looked at Zhang Xingyu's admission notice and lowered her head to register seriously.

A moment later, she handed Zhang Xingyu a small jade card and a small booklet.

"This is your student jade card and student handbook. The student jade card is your proof of identity in the academy, don't lose it. The student handbook contains various regulations of the academy, take your time to read it carefully."

"Thank you, beautiful teacher," Zhang Xingyu nodded in agreement.

After registering, he went to the logistics building to handle accommodation procedures.

In the logistics building, several teachers in charge of dormitories were receiving students.

"Teacher, we are here to handle accommodation procedures," Zhang Xingyu handed his student jade card to a teacher.

The teacher nodded and asked loudly: "What kind of dormitory do you want to live in?"

"Dormitories are divided into multiple types?" Zhang Xingyu was puzzled.

"Of course. The academy has three types of dormitories. The first type, collective dormitory, one building with thirty rooms, each room housing four people. The second type, single room, also one building with thirty rooms, each room housing only one person. The third type, independent small courtyard, one courtyard with only one small building, each building housing only one person." The teacher introduced carefully.

"May I ask, what are the requirements for staying in the dormitories?" Zhang Xingyu asked.

"Of course there are requirements. Collective dormitory, accommodation fee is three hundred gold coins per year. Single room, accommodation fee is one thousand gold coins per year. Independent small courtyard, accommodation fee is ten thousand gold coins per year." The teacher explained patiently.

"So there's also an accommodation fee. I thought those fifteen gold coins already included it?" Zhang Xingyu said.

"Tuition is tuition, accommodation fee is accommodation fee. This classmate, which dormitory do you choose?" the teacher asked again.

Before Zhang Xingyu could answer, a new student with bright clothes walked up: "What can he choose? Of course, it's a collective dormitory. He looks like a poor ghost, how could he afford a single room."

After the new student finished speaking, he glanced at Zhang Xingyu and said loudly to the teacher: "Teacher, give me a single room."

"This classmate, please wait a moment. School rules, first come, first served. Wait until these classmates finish choosing, then it will be your turn to handle it." The teacher said unhurriedly.

Zhang Xingyu thought: This teacher is not bad.

He took out two gold notes from his bosom and handed them to the teacher: "Teacher, please give us two independent small courtyards, they must be adjacent."

The teacher looked at Zhang Xingyu in surprise, then looked at the new student behind, and reached out to take the gold notes.

He pointed in the air, and an academy map appeared out of thin air.

"Classmate, choose. The red light spots indicate that someone is living there, and the green light spots indicate that no one is living there."

"Brother Xingyu, choose these two small courtyards next to each other, I'll live in this courtyard next to it," Zhu Dafu pointed to two independent small courtyards on the east side.

"Fine, choose these two buildings," Zhang Xingyu nodded in agreement.

After handling the procedures and receiving the keys to open the small courtyards, the three went to receive school uniforms and school badges.

Behind him, the new student lowered his head, sweating, his hands tightly gripping the hem of his clothes, wishing he could drill his head into the floor.

Zhang Xingyu laughed, didn't even look at this person, and walked straight out with Hu Siping and Zhu Dafu. ===== CHAPTER 61 =====