Chapter 175 Reduced Version of Motor Boy

Chapter 175: A Watered-Down Version of Mo Tong

The Guderian mentor frowned, walked out to check some documents, then looked up at Old Wang before turning around and saying sternly, "Let me introduce a new fellow disciple!"

"Is it that Wang Feng? The one from the Rose?"

"Oh my god, he actually came to our class!"

"He's actually not bad-looking; no wonder His Highness would..."

"Pah, what's so great about Rose's runes? We're all disciples of the Holy Sanctuary, aren't we the same..."

"Hmph, Fidel, you're just jealous!"

"We're familiar, but don't talk nonsense. Would I be jealous of such a pretty boy? If not for Her Highness Xuecai coming over yesterday..."

In fact, even without the Guderian mentor's introduction, the Holy Sanctuary disciples in the class had already known about Old Wang. Seeing his fair and tender appearance, they had already guessed who he was, and now they were whispering among themselves.

The old Wang used to be a bit dark and tacky, but after last night's transformation, he did have a certain charm.

"Silence! Maintain silence!" The Guderian mentor stood on a high stool stacked with dozens of books, barely reaching the lectern that seemed like a small mountain to him. He struck the desk several times with an iron ruler, making 'slap slap slap' sounds: "This is Wang Feng, a Holy Sanctuary exchange student from the Rose. I hope everyone gets along well in the future!"

"Wang Feng, my name is Deder. You can call me Mentor Deder," said Deder sternly. "Get to know the other fellow disciples gradually. Find yourself a seat."

Old Wang looked around. There were quite a few empty seats, and he was about to choose one randomly. However, when people noticed Old Wang looking their way, many subconsciously stretched out their hands or moved their legs to block the empty seats beside them.

What a joke, sitting next to this guy? They didn't want to get caught in the crossfire if Aota decided to strike him, did they?

"Wang Feng, junior." A calm voice sounded from the front row. It was a pale-skinned human male in a white robe, adorned with the Ice Spirit royal family's badge. His long, narrow phoenix eyes carried a noble and elegant air typical of the aristocracy, yet the slight upward tilt gave him a somewhat feminine and cold demeanor.

He smiled faintly, signaling a follower to move away with a glance, then smiled at Old Wang: "I find you interesting. You can sit next to me."

There was no need to guess his identity. Xuecai had already informed Wang Feng about several people he needed to watch out for in the Ice Spirit Holy Sanctuary last night.

Apart from Aota's group, this person was another one to watch out for—Wei Yan, the son of a duke from an Ice Spirit clan. Not all Ice Spirits were named 'Xue.' This guy was also a distant relative of Xuecai and Xue Zhiyu.

Others might fear Aota, but he didn't.

In terms of status, he was a duke's son and a key figure expected to support the future queen.

In terms of strength, he was a powerful battle mage, a unique profession in the Ice Spirit realm, akin to a combination of a warrior and a mage from traditional Holy Sanctuaries, but with a twist. He was one of the most prominent professions in the Hero Tournament. As for runes, they were merely a hobby.

Unfortunately, he was a bit foolish... Seeing his smug smile, Old Wang couldn't be bothered to respond.

Xuecai had mentioned that despite being instructed by his family to support and protect Xue Zhiyu, he always harbored selfish intentions, making him Aota's main rival. Of course, Xue Zhiyu didn't care for either of them; it was just a pointless competition between the two.

Just as he was about to look elsewhere, a voice excitedly called from the back row: "Over here! Wang Feng, Wang Feng, over here!"

Old Wang looked over and saw a Guderian in the Ice Spirit Holy Sanctuary uniform, waving excitedly. Unfortunately, he was too short, and if not for his shouting, Old Wang wouldn't have seen him.

Wei Yan's face turned slightly cold as he glanced over. The Guderian seemed to realize he had offended someone he shouldn't and shrank back.

It's you then.

Old Wang walked towards the Guderian under Wei Yan's cold gaze. The little guy hid behind his books, blocking Wei Yan's view, and looked at Old Wang excitedly, lowering his sharp voice: "My god, you're so tall!"

...Living among the Winter Clan, he probably exclaimed this hundreds of times a day, right?

Old Wang was surprised by this enthusiastic person. Did they know each other before?

"I'm Timols!" he said excitedly. "I heard you're Karida's junior. Do you see Karida often? How tall is Karida? Karida..."

"Silence! Silence!" The Guderian mentor started knocking on the table again: "Class starts now. Let's continue with Liqibao's witchcraft..."

After the mentor's warning, Timols didn't dare to misbehave. Although he could feel his urge to speak, he held back and became absorbed in the lesson.

Old Wang listened for a moment and felt it was a bit grating...

This was a second-year rune class, yet they were still discussing Liqibao's first-order witchcraft?

Not to brag, but questioning someone else's level was impolite, but Old Wang was genuinely curious. What did they study in their first year? Drawing eggs like Da Vinci?

Despite Xuecai boasting about the Ice Spirit Holy Sanctuary's rune expertise, claiming it was better than the Rose and that Guderians were super geniuses in runes, far surpassing humans, Old Wang now realized...

He might as well think about what to eat for lunch. Xuecai had mentioned that the food at the Ice Spirit Holy Sanctuary was excellent, given the nation's resources dedicated to it. The menu was extensive, including dishes like stewed snow bear paws and roasted beef tongue.

Thinking about it made Old Wang hungry, very hungry. He had eaten a lot in the morning, nearly scaring Xuecai. His body needed to adapt to the growth of his soul, requiring substantial nourishment.

Eat!

When will class end...

"Mentor Deder! This new student is insulting you!"

A loud shout interrupted Old Wang's thoughts about food. He focused and saw the follower next to Wei Yan standing up, accusing him earnestly.

Mentor Deder stood on tiptoe to look at the back row, his brows furrowed.

Old Wang smiled, thinking of Mo Tong, though this guy wasn't as handsome: "No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did!" the follower insisted. "I clearly saw you spacing out and dozing off during Mentor Deder's lecture!"

"You sit in the front. Do you have eyes in the back of your head?" Old Wang laughed.

The follower paused, then stubbornly said, "I definitely saw it. Mentor Deder, ask the others!"

"That's right, he's been spacing out since he arrived!"

"Day one and already zoning out in class, and he claims to be an elite of the Rose Academy. Pah, is this how he looks down on us Ice Spirits? What makes you so special!"

Immediately, a cacophony of voices erupted around them. Clearly, for outsiders, especially those who dared to monopolize the princess, everyone saw them no differently than dragons. Even Xuecai's greeting was of no use.

"Ha ha ha..." Wei Yan, sitting in the front row, didn't even turn his head as he said, "I heard that this junior Wang Feng is a rune genius. It's only natural that he would look down on our backwater rune skills. But if you find it beneath you to associate with us, why bother coming to class at all?"

Old Wang could tell right away that this kid was stirring up trouble. Why can't you just stay a little wallflower? You had to come and provoke me, who just unleashed primordial power.

"Because of politeness!" Old Wang sighed. "You're in second year but still forcing the teacher to teach you first-year material. If I were to leave, it would be disrespectful to Teacher Deder. But if I stay, I really can't keep up with your pace... I'm in a tough spot too."