Lady Boss, Please Spoil Your Husband! 291 Chapter 291: Granddaughter? Part 1

Grandmaster Yang paced back and forth in front of the guardhouse's porch beside the two towering gates of Soaring Dragon Academy.

Master Shu, who's a.s.signed to wait for the enrollees, couldn't help but feel both concerned and disturbed by Grandmaster Yang behavior.

Pacing that much, it'll definitely create a hole on the cemented ground sooner or later.

Questions acc.u.mulated in her mind, but can't find the courage to say them out loud for the Dark Doctor to hear.

What is he doing here? Could it be that he's waiting for someone?

The Grand Disciples maybe? That seem far-fetched but that's the only reason she could think of...wait—one of the enrollees, perhaps?

But why does he look so agitated, though? This is the first time Master Shu saw the dignified and composed Dark Doctor wear his emotions on his sleeves.

Those students who made quite the scene earlier announced to campus that the Life and Death Disciples are arriving.

Since they aren't here yet, she a.s.sumed that they took the forest instead of the gondola.

Undoubtedly, it's Grandmaster Wei's overly enthusiastic first disciple, Death's, idea to take the most exciting way to reach the Academy.

And knowing how lenient Grand Disciple Life is to her Senior Brother, she'll likely to humor his shenanigans.

Sigh, what a good disciple that girl is.

Master Shu didn't doubt that the news had already reached the old Grandmasters' ears.

However, it would've been understandable if it was Grandmaster Wei who was standing in Grandmaster Yang's place, waiting for his direct disciples, and his second disciple's husband—as the rumors mentioned that Grand Disciple Life brought him.

Mentally shrugging, Master Shu directed her gaze back towards the forest's exit route, not expecting to see a soul at this time yet.

She estimated the time when the final exam started, and it's only been approximately 13 hours that has gone by.

Grunting under her breath, she squinted her eyes at the sun that's about to sink down from the horizon to allow the moon's turn to grace them.

Fighting off a yawn that threatens to slip off her lips, Master Shu didn't want to earn the Dark Doctor's scolding for not taking her task seriously.

Before, she's been lazing on one of the seats on the guard house's porch, and was near to fall asleep, when Grandmaster Yang unexpectedly stormed by.

Not wanting to be scolded for her "deplorable" actions, she quickly stood up and acted like she's taking her task seriously—which she would've in a couple more hours.

She's responsible for welcoming and guiding the enrollees who pa.s.sed their final exam to the Academy. Years of it helped her predict the time they arrive.

The only ones who broke that prediction were Grandmaster Wei's monsters for a disciple.

Those two made the final exam look so easy that's why the Academy's Headmaster took it upon himself to change its level of difficulty to the maximum he could think of.

Like, who in their right minds, take the forest's route willingly and treat it as if they're strolling around the zoo?

And they even had the gall to test if they're faster than the gondola; in which they've deservingly won.

Absentmindedly staring at the dark clouds now forming in the horizon, Master Shu's eyes diverted towards the dotted figures up ahead.

Oh?

She counted the figures and was surprised to see five—or was it six? Is that a body one them was carrying in their back?

Master Shu cursed her poor eyesight. Of all the days her eyegla.s.ses cracked, it just had to be today.

On her peripheral vision, she caught the Dark Doctor stopped—thank goodness—pacing. He, too, looked at the approaching figures, his aged eyes glinted with hope.

Master Shu didn't lingered on the strange glint in the Dark Doctor's eyes, instead focused back on the figures that were now a few meters before them.

That unmistakable mop of white hair answered Master Shu's question of their ident.i.ties. Before she haven't yet discerned the approaching group's ident.i.ties, she felt happy that there are enrollees who arrived before the 15th hour strikes.

But to her mild disappointment, it's just the Life and Death disciples, who she a.s.sumed to be Life's husband, surprisingly two Sun students, and a motionless body—an enrollee, Master Shu noted—on Death's back.

And just before words leave her throat, she saw the Dark Doctor stomping angrily towards the group.

"Insolent brats! What have you done to my granddaughter?!"