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nTranslator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

n“Mr. Andrew, in order to welcome you, we specially booked the best hotel in the city,” Ulysses said with a smile.

n“The best hotel?”

nAndrew looked a little embarrassed.

n“I’m just an ordinary first-year student. It’s already very embarrassing for the principal, vice-principal, and so many instructors to come to pick me up, let alone treat me to a meal.”

nAfter hearing his words, Ulysses and Carroll widened their eyes in shock.

nFirst-year student?

nYou’re a seventh-grade grandmaster, and you actually want to be a new student?

nRidiculous!

nUlysses’s motive for wanting to rope in Andrew was very simple.

nHe was a rare genius in the world!

nAn eighteen-year-old seventh-grade grandmaster, who had seen such talent before?

nIn any case, Ulysses himself had never seen anyone like him.

nWhen he became a seventh-grade grandmaster, he was already 40 years old.

nHe had offered an olive branch to Andrew, wanting to rope him to Stanford University.

nAs for the position, he hadn’t thought about it yet.

nNormally speaking, Andrew had just arrived at Stanford University, so it would be more reasonable for him to take on the position of a mentor.

nAs for the position of the vice principal…

nUlysses felt that it would be fine.

nAt the very least, Andrew’s strength was enough. This would also be able to show Stanford University’s sincerity to a greater extent.

nBut what was the deal with this new student?

nUlysses asked with a bitter smile, “Andrew, are you serious?

n“Or what?

n“We invited you to Stanford University to hire you as the vice-principal of the school. That is to say, you will have the same position as Carroll and enjoy the same salary and treatment.”

nAndrew hurriedly shook his head. “I can’t do that. I don’t have the ability to teach students.

n“I don’t even know much about martial arts myself. How can I teach students? If I lead others onto the wrong path of cultivation, wouldn’t it be bad for Stanford University’s reputation?”

nIn Andrew’s opinion, he was telling the truth.

nHe really didn’t know much about martial arts.

nAll of his cultivation was following the system to cultivate immortality. It was completely different from the martial arts cultivation system.

nHowever, Ulysses definitely wouldn’t believe his words.

nEighteen years old…

nSeventh rank…

nGrandmaster…

nNot very familiar with martial arts?

nWho would believe that?

nIf you don’t know martial arts, then how did you cultivate to a seventh rank grandmaster?

nGrandmaster Thunderblade’s reputation had set off waves in the entire martial arts world. This young man was actually still pretending to be modest in front of him.

n“Grandmaster Thunderblade is too humble. For you to reach such strength at your age, your understanding of martial arts must be extraordinary.”

nUlysses suddenly felt that he couldn’t speak anymore.

n“It’s just that… This… freshman…”

nUlysses wanted to refuse.

n“Grandmaster Thunderblade, look at New York University and Yale University. Although both have seventh-stage grandmasters, they are both third-year students. As a martial arts grandmaster, it seems a bit inappropriate for you to be a first-year freshman.”

n“That’s fine.” Andrew waved his hand. “I don’t mind. But if the principal feels that this matter is inappropriate, I won’t insist on being a freshman.”

nUlysses immediately heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this.

nHowever, before he could laugh, Andrew continued, “How about this, can Stanford University allow me to skip a grade? If it’s possible, I can directly go to second-year.

n“Oh right, which class is my sister in? I can even go to the same class as my sister.”

n…

nThere was a moment of silence.

nEspecially Principal Ulysses, who didn’t know what to say.

nWhat was the essential difference between sophomore year and freshman year?

nUlysses sighed.

nIt wasn’t impossible. It was June, and the new academic year hadn’t started yet.

nThe second year was now, and the third year was next month.

nAlthough the procedures for skipping grades were a little troublesome, Ulysses was the principal, after all. These were not a problem for him.

nUlysses sighed. “Then that settles it. When we return to school, I’ll get Carroll to bring you to the administrative office to go through the procedures.”

nAndrew smiled. “There’s no need to trouble Dean Carroll. My sister is here too. Just get her to bring me there.”

nThey sat on the Rolls-Royce and arrived at the school in less than ten minutes.

nThe procedures were completed quickly.

nWhen they walked out of the administrative office, Andrew was already a second-year student at Stanford University.

nCoincidentally, he met the teacher-in-charge of the administrative office.

nHe was one of the instructors at Stanford University, Brian.

n“Isn’t Stanford University one of the three most famous martial arts colleges in the entire United States?” Andrew asked with some doubt.

n“Yeah, why?”

n“The school is filled with martial artists, and their standards aren’t too bad, but they’re basically all low-level martial artists. Why are there so few people in the middle levels? I didn’t see many along the way.”

nHearing Andrew’s doubt, Brian smiled.

nWas this the world of geniuses?

nThese students had only been admitted to Stanford University for a few years. How could it be so easy for them to advance to the middle levels?

nNot everyone was like Grandmaster Thunderblade, who possessed monstrous talent.

n“Your sister Annie is already the top genius in the school. It’s tough for most students to advance to the middle grades before graduation. Moreover, it’s not enough to advance to the middle grades just by studying in school. The most important thing is to go out into the wild to gain experience.

n“The experience of life and death is the fastest way to increase your strength.”

nWalking out of the administrative office, Annie was waiting for him at the door.

n“Sister will take you around the campus! Let’s see how good the environment of our Stanford University is!”

nAnnie walked over without any hesitation and directly grabbed Andrew’s hand.

nThe siblings walked onto the campus streets.

nDi di di di —

nAndrew’s phone suddenly rang. When he opened it, it was a call from Chris.

n“What’s the matter?”

n“Grandmaster Thunderblade, our department head has something to talk to you about.”

nAfter a few seconds, Clayton’s familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

n“Andrew, you’re already at Stanford University?”

nAndrew frowned.

nHow could this guy’s intelligence be so sensitive? was he spying on him?

n“How do you know?”

nClayton smiled bitterly. “You made such a big commotion at the train station, and our Martial Arts Administration isn’t blind. Of course, we know this news.

n“Since you’re already at Stanford University, hurry up and finish the formalities. Remember to register for the Martial Arts Conference.”

n“I still need to register?” asked Andrew.

nA martial arts conference was actually so troublesome.

n“Didn’t you say that I could directly participate in the finals?”

nAs a martial arts grandmaster, he actually wanted him to register and compete with a group of kids for a spot to advance.

nJust thinking about it made Andrew feel that he was bullying others.

nAnd if this news got out, wouldn’t it be embarrassing?

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