Chapter 291 - Give Me Her Number! (1/2)

“Haven't you heard of Shrek's Sea G.o.d's Fated Date Festival?” Xie Xie's wide eyes drilled into Tang Wulin's. “I heard if you are in the inner court and are of a certain age, you'll qualify to partic.i.p.ate in the festival. It's a grand occasion for everyone in the inner court! Even us outer court students can catch glimpses of it later.I'm not sure about the details, but apparently the festival has been held ten thousand years straight! Countless couples sprang up there. Legend has it the Spirit Ice Douluo and the Dragon b.u.t.terfly Douluo started dating at this festival!”

Tang Wulin was not amused. “You're already thinking about those things at your age? We're too young for that stuff. Besides, you have to get into the inner court first if you want to partic.i.p.ate! We still have a long ways to go, you know? Think about the student number two who beat you into a pulp during the trials. He's that strong and he's not even an inner court student.”

“I'll figure it out once I have a target. And we definitely have a shot at making it into the inner court if we give it our all.” Xie Xie bounced up and down from his seat.

Tang Wulin smiled, raising his cup. “Congratulations everyone! We've made it into Shrek Academy. Let's consider this a late celebration.”

Gu Yue and Xu Xiaoyan perked up when they heard Tang Wulin's words, their ice cream forgotten on the table. The four exchanged smiles. Not just anyone can get accepted into Shrek Academy!

Calling it the continent's number one academy was no understatement. Merely the entrance exam alone tested so many aspects: strength, potential, secondary profession, character, and patience among other things. It was a thoroughly comprehensive exam. Failing a single trial would have greatly hindered their chances of making it into the academy.

Yet now, they sat there as students of Shrek Academy. Wu Zhangkong and Eastsea Academy hadn't wasted their time grooming the four afterall.

Expectation filled their hearts. They all wondered what they would learn here at Shrek Academy, and just how different it would be from a mundane academy such as Eastsea Academy.

“Waitress, over here!” During the four's celebration, the person at the table next to them shouted.

They turned a deaf ear to the commotion, but that was only the beginning.

“Give me your number.” The stranger's words were coated with arrogance.

Who dares to be so demanding in Shrek Academy?

Tang Wulin and the others turned to check out who this self-important person was.

A young man sat at a neighboring table. He didn't wear a Shrek Academy uniform, and instead accentuated his handsome features with a white suit. He seemed about one or two years older than Tang Wulin and his group. His hair was reminiscent of spun gold, combed back and held in place with some product, not one hair out of place.

A strange air exuded from the depths of his mystical golden eyes, as if his existence itself radiated light.

Of all the customers in the drink shop, only Tang Wulin could rival this person in the looks department. Even so, Tang Wulin was no match for the golden-haired young man's overbearingness.

The waitress stood in front of him. She wore a long black skirt and a white ap.r.o.n. She had jade-white skin, short fiery-red hair, and a pair of large and beautiful black eyes. Her beauty made men want to protect her.

“I'm sorry, that is out of the scope of my job responsibilities,” she politely responded.

“Then what will it take for me to get your number?” he asked.

The waitress shook her head and turned around to leave.

“What kind of service is this? Get me your manager.” The man slammed his palm on the table, instantly attracting the eyes of the surrounding customers. Yet for some reason, those wearing the Shrek Academy uniform averted their gazes when they saw it was this young man making the commotion.

“Please wait a moment.” After saying this, the waitress scurried off.

A few moments later, a middle-aged man came forward to the table. “Sir, may I ask what the problem is? I am the manager of this drink shop.”

“Give me her communicator number.” The young man pointed at the waitress.

The manager made a regretful face. “My apologies, but I cannot divulge the private information of the staff.”

The young man raised a brow. “Then what do I need to do to get her number?”

“I'm sorry that we can't help you. Please don't make things difficult for us. I can't tell you her private information no matter what.” The manager's tone was polite, but firm.

The pressure within the shop increased tenfold.“Get me your boss.”

Though the manager hesitated, brows dipping, he nodded in the end. “Please wait a moment.” He turned around and left.

True to his word, the manager returned soon after, a richly-dressed middle-aged man in tow.

“Sir, how can I help you?”

“I want that waitress's number.” Once again, he exhibited the arrogance of someone used to getting their way.