Chapter 2： Grandmaster (1/2)

”Boss Yuan, you are misunderstood. I am having fun with Wang Sheng, right, Wang Sheng?” Xiao Chenyu pulled Wang Sheng up and gently patted the dust off his body.

”Really? Why did I see you put your feet on Wang Sheng's head, this is also a joke?” Lu Yuan said calmly.

”This!” Xiao Chenyu was so blocked that he couldn't say a word, and had to squeak.

Looking at Wang Sheng's embarrassment, Lu Yuan waved his hand and said, ”Go away, don't be an eyesore here!”

”Good! Get out soon!” Xiao Chenyu was overjoyed when he heard that, and hurriedly ran away with two horses.

”It's okay!” Lu Yuan asked.

”Hello Boss Yuan, I'm fine, thank you for your relief!” Wang Sheng bowed and thanked Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan nodded and said, ”I can only help you for a while. You can only rely on yourself as a working-student to avoid being bullied. I have a special identity and represent the college. I can't give you more help, I hope you can understand.”

”Well, I see!” Wang Sheng nodded.

”Well, I'll leave first!” Lu Yuan patted Wang Sheng on the shoulder, and turned to leave.

He can only do this when working-study students are being bullied. After all, he is the son of the dean, and his words and deeds represent the college. Excessive preferential treatment of working-study students will arouse dissatisfaction from aristocratic students and is detrimental to the stability of the college.

Although he is also dissatisfied with the noble students, it is also unrealistic for the working-students to work against the noble students.

If working-study students want to be truly free from bullying, they must first become stronger. This should change when Tang San and Xiao Wu enter school.

Thinking about it, Lu Yuan walked towards the master's wooden house.

The wooden house is not big, but the surrounding environment is very good, with green trees and quiet, it is a good place for learning.

The door of the house was hidden, and Lu Yuan knocked on the door lightly. This was the basic etiquette.

”Please come in!” The master's tough voice came from the room.

”Squeaky!” Lu Yuan opened the door and saw the master who was taking notes.

Master 　　 is a middle-aged man about 40 or 50 years old. He has a straight hair, a stiff expression, a pair of eyes full of wisdom, and a straight spine. This is a true scholar.

”It's Xiaoyuan, come on, sit down!” Seeing that the person was Lu Yuan, a smile appeared on the master's face, although this smile is definitely not pretty.

Lu Yuan did not sit down, but walked up to the master, looking at a thin book in front of the master, ”Peerless Wuhunlu, what is this?”

Master 　　 handed the book to Lu Yuan, and said, ”This is a record of some powerful and rare martial arts on the Douluo Continent, and some of them have already perished.”

”Oh!” Lu Yuan became interested, took the book and read it curiously.