Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

In under 2 seconds, Angzen's facial expressions had changed no more than 7 times.

You, what, when, how, why, this, eh?

Angzen stiffly stood on the spot, staring at the youngster with a blank mind.

"Young master Dorian, are you the so-called Grandmaster many have been talking about?"

Deep down, Angzen didn't want to believe it would be so.

But getting Dorian's slight nod, the last bit of hope in his heart crashed and disintegrated into nothingness.

This was his student, while he had a very favorable impression of.

Sure. The boy was always quiet, keeping to himself.

But when it came to having outstanding results, he, as a teacher, couldn't complain.

Dorian was always amongst the top 3.

But just before the final examinations that could determine his fate into entering a good university or not, trouble struck the young man's family, causing him to not only miss the national exams but also turn into a pauper overnight.

Now was the long holiday, and the results from the National examination had long been posted online.

Many had also officially gotten acceptance letters for the universities of their choice. At the same time, others went straight into the labor markets instead.

In the end, most people had their act together, all except this pitiful young master.

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When it all started, Angzen had wanted to visit Dorian, encouraging him not to lose heart and take the exams next year.

He had also petitioned the school to reason with the National board, explaining Dorian's situation.

After all, there were always exceptions to the rules, like those who got too ill and scheduled to take the examinations on their sickbeds for a later date.

Maybe because he had a good impression of the boy's parents, or perhaps because he just pitied Dorian... But for whatever reason, Angzen had always done his best to take care of him in school.

But try as he might, he failed to petition the school to petition on the boy's behalf.

The principal and many of the teachers were so unreasonable, as though they had some personal resentment with the boy.

They didn't even try to assist him, not to talk of feeling pity for him.

In the end, he has always pondered on Dorian's situation since that incident.

How was his student doing?

This was a question that popped into his head everyone and then.

He thought it would take a year(s) before he saw this student again.

However, fate had a funny way of playing with one's destiny.

Who would've thought that they would meet in such a manner?

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Angzen's face turned a string hue of red, suddenly feeling enraged and deceived by a student he once felt was his star pupil.

"Student Dorian, you've disappointed me too much! Just because you're in this predicament, you've lowered yourself to this level? Deceiving innocent folks this much. Is this how I taught you?!!"

Grandmaster?

I think not!

Wasn't this his student? Those outside might not know Dorian, but he who had taught the boy for several years, wouldn't know his student's situation?

How can someone who is currently in a bind of his own living in poverty and misery be able to help others when he can't even fix his own situation?

Too deceiving!

And to think he had walked 20 more minutes on the streets to get here, not to talk to the time he spent lining up.

His pain came from the fact that he had not only met a dead end in his troubles but had also wasted too much time out here for nothing.

During this time, who knows if he might've been able to think of something else or run into a lucky scenario?

Angzen felt a hard knot constrict down In his throat, causing his chest to raise up and down vigorously.

"Student Dorian, you better explain yourself!"

His disappointment was evident.

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Teacher Angzen.

Dorian lazily raised his brow, looking at the red-faced Angzen explode.

Usually, he wouldn't be bothered with nonbelievers in confrontational settings.

In scenarios such as these, he would stay silent, watching people rant until they left on their own.

Yup.

It wasn't that he 'kicked' them out, but that he wouldn't respond to them, making them leave by themselves, seeing how mute he was.

In the end, whether they bad-mouthed or made-up stories about him, Dorian didn't care.

Provided they didn't disturb him personally, what does their attitude have to do with him?

That was how the majority of people who came in got handled.

However, according to the memory of his current self, this teacher Angzen was good to himself.

Maybe it was because he wanted to do something to assist the man as a thank you for taking care of his former self, or perhaps it was because he had seen the disturbing auras around this teacher... But whatever the reason might be, Dorian decided to help him.

"You! You! You!~"

Since when did his student become this arrogant even when doing evil?

Angzen pointed his trembling fingers at Dorian gritted his teeth in fury.

That's it! He was leaving!

"Wait."

Dorian's words caused him to freeze dead in his tracks.

What did this disappointing student want to say to him now?

Dorian leaned back into his seat, looking at the disheveled man from the corners of his eyes.

"Teacher Angzen, don't be too quick to judge. How do you know that I can't help you?"

"You? Help me? With your current situation?"

Angzen turned to face Dorian, almost laughing in rage.

Did he think this was a joke?

~Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Dorian tapped his fingers on the table, staring straight at Angzen with a mysterious glint in his eyes.

"Teacher, what if I told you that not everything was as it seemed?"

For some reason, Angzen's heart began to throb loudly.

And bit by bit, he inched his way closer towards Dorian.

"You... What do you mean?"

"Teacher, if you want to know... Then take a seat."