"Yes, thank you, Dean..."

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You have 99+ friend requests:

[Bro Ping, I'm Little Zhou. I saw you on TV today; you've become a celebrity at our Number Six Middle School!]

[Student Su, I am Xie Wenhui, the principal of Linzhou City's Sixth Basic Beast Tamer School. I am proud that Number Six Middle School has produced a talent like you. Our alma mater holds you in high regard.]

[Breeder Su Ping, it's Zhang Guowei...]

[Su Ping, I'm with the admissions office of Imperial Capital Academy...]

[...]

It had been a busy day. After returning to the academy, Su Ping spoke with Sang Sheng during dinner about some upcoming matters. At the same time, Sang Sheng expressed approval for Su Ping's decision not to continue courting fame.

Finding early fame is something many people dream of; after all, for many, gaining fame earlier is definitely better. However, for someone with genuine skills like Su Ping, it could actually be a bad thing. If it weren't for Zhu Hong overtly taking calls from both Sang Sheng and the Ghost Saint in front of everyone previously, and Su Ping returning straight to the academy afterward, chances are people would have come to visit him tonight. All sorts of temptations would certainly follow. Asking young people to resist such temptations with their own willpower alone is clearly unreasonable. Therefore, by both Spirit Saint Levels speaking out, they largely eliminated this possibility.

Still, even so, from the moment he lay in bed that night, the stream of friend requests showed the impact Su Ping had within his circle of acquaintance.

Su Ping glanced through them casually. There were too many friend requests to count at a glance: people he knew, people he didn't know, people he'd heard of but didn't know, and people he hadn't even heard of nor knew. A whole mess of them, from all walks of life.

Some classmates he hadn't contacted in eons, teachers and principals from his alma mater, and even admissions officers and vice principals from numerous domestic colleges were among them. Even behemoths like the Dragon Prosperous Group and Kunlun Group, leading companies in the Dragon Nation, reached out.

These companies, in fact, were not just trying to attract him; their friend request messages were clear and straightforward—their primary offer was money. Indeed, blunt and simple. Dubbed as breeding research sponsorship fees, what they expected from him in return wasn't mentioned at all.

But Su Ping wasn't the type to be swayed by small advantages. He didn't need it. If it was just about money, the Pingyun Group would ensure he was well-funded. Therefore, no matter if it was Dragon Prosperous Group or some COO from Kunlun Group, Su Ping didn't accept their friend requests but politely declined them in his response.

As for the others, Su Ping made a selective choice. He accepted the requests from the admissions directors and some of the vice principals of various Advanced Colleges. However, they invited him to join their institutions, not even as a student but in a role similar to the visiting professors Sang Sheng had mentioned earlier. Su Ping politely declined these offers and explained his reasons in detail.

Su Ping was not the type to forget himself once he gained momentum. A person should, of course, revel in their successes when the time calls for it, but one must remember, the more you are held in high regard, the more careful you need to be with the small details than you were before. If one used to be imprudent before making a name for themselves, that's human nature. But if they continue to be so afterward, real villains might silently curse and call them smug. Envy might also lurk in people's hearts. Though it wasn't a big concern, it wasn't worth attracting trouble over such trivial matters.

To boast and talk loftily when successful is like trying to scoop the moon from water; to Swallow Ice and Nibble Snow during setbacks, that is truly cultivating a lotus in fire. Although the meaning isn't exactly the same as Su Ping's current situation, the principles are quite similar.

So, after thinking it over, Su Ping didn't reject some friend requests that were obviously trying to establish a connection, like from his previous Number Six Middle School's principal and the class headteacher who had been quite kind to him. For those he had never heard of, he replied with a message and then stopped paying them any mind.

Then, Su Ping promptly turned off the feature that allowed people to add him through introductions. It was too overwhelming.

While it's said that all life experiences are learning opportunities, not everyone can fully grasp and embody this knowledge. Luckily, in this world of Beast Tamers, strength was more useful than such knowledge.

But undeniably, aside from those seeking to establish relationships, there were also many congratulatory messages. Strangely though, while there were messages, no one called to congratulate him.

Therefore, after briefly scanning through them and sending a general reply, he directly opened his father Su Anyong's contact:

[Su Ping: Pretty badass, huh, Dad?]

[Su Anyong: Badass! From now on, I'm not calling you 'Dad.' You're my ancestor, alright?]

Su Anyong's messages came back quickly. Clearly, although the old man wasn't the most reliable, the impact of what happened today had left him too agitated to sleep yet.

[Su Ping: No need for that. Just give me that 'superior shadow' you owe me. That'll do.]

[Su Anyong: ???]

[Su Anyong: Su Ping, have you no shame? Huh? That's all the coffin money your old man has, and you've been eyeing it relentlessly, haven't you? You're so damn rich now, and you're still trying to squeeze something out of me, eh?]

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