The principal of No. 1 Middle School, Liang Xing, gently patted Liu Feifan's shoulder. The two were like brothers, their fine spiritual power vibrating through the air, directly transmitting the voice into his ear:
"Liu Feifan, your head is getting balder and balder. Next year, will you be completely bald?"
Principal Liu Feifan also hugged Liang Xing tightly, completing the courtesy with a bright smile, and likewise transmitted: "Liang Xing, are you pregnant? I can hardly believe that a Five-star Spirit Master who once continued fighting even when half his body was taken out by the Demon Race can now lose control of his body, falling to the point where his belly is about to burst his belt. Next year won't we have to congratulate you on having a child in old age?"
