Ultimate Supreme Soldier King

Chapter 1527 1522: Not Going, No Time [Second Update]

If Jiang University didn't make the list in the first place, that'd still be fine.But if they made the list and then got kicked out at the last minute, could Jiang University afford to lose face like that? Of course not, okay?

Does Jiang University not want its dignity or what?

For school leaders like them, people doing admin work, this was nothing short of a disaster.

So no matter what, they had to keep Cruise steady, and by now they'd basically figured out what the key was.

Ouyang Yunchu, plus that lover of hers.

Huh? You say there's nothing between you two?

If there's nothing between you, then why the hell would he stick his neck out for you?

What a joke. To mobilize someone of Cruise's status, do you know how big a favor that takes?

They did not believe for a second that Su Chen had the clout to command Cruise around.

After all, Cruise was the president of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

With a status like his, if he wasn't genuinely giving face, who could possibly order him to do anything?

Especially with Su Chen's obvious Huaxia features, that had to mean Cruise owed him a massive favor.

But who could've imagined that Su Chen hadn't cashed in even a shred of favor, and it was actually Cruise running over, all eager, to lick Su Chen's boots?

No one could've seen that coming, right?

Anyway, regardless of the reason, at least for now, thanks to Cruise, Jiang University had kept Ouyang Yunchu and even given her treatment way beyond what anyone could've imagined.

Ouyang Yunchu wasn't stupid. She understood that everything she had now was all thanks to Su Chen.

But why would Su Chen help her?

Ouyang Yunchu's cheeks flushed red all of a sudden.

"Since everything's been handled, I won't hang around here. The air at your Jiang University is honestly suffocating," Su Chen shook his head and headed outside.

Cruise, completely ignoring the fact that the entire Jiang University entourage was still present, hurriedly stood up and followed him to the door, saying in a tone so obsequious it gave people goosebumps, "I'll see you out. Please, take care on your way."

This guy is the president of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology?

Has to be fake, right?

They really wanted to write this man off as a con artist, but among the eight people he'd brought along, more than half were internationally renowned scholars.

Some of Jiang University's professors hadn't met them in person before, but they'd often seen their photos in various journals. These were absolutely high-gold-content experts and scholars, zero adulteration!

But this President Cruise was way too fake, wasn't he?

Could you please have a little dignity?

But how could they possibly understand the other world Cruise had come into contact with?

Is being the president of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology that badass?

Maybe. For Ordinary People, yes—being president of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, helming a world-famous top-tier university, meant a social status most people could never hope to reach.

But compared to a powerhouse like Su Chen, who practically belonged to another world, he was trash, okay?

On top of that, Su Chen had literally saved his life. So what was wrong with him being a bit more eager, a bit more respectful toward Su Chen?

Although the other expert and professor members of the luxury inspection group were shocked by Cruise's behavior, they didn't start whispering among themselves.

First, that was a matter of basic professionalism. Second, it was because the Jiang University people were there; they couldn't just lose their composure and presence.

Someone as steady as Cruise wouldn't act like this for no reason, right? Yeah, there had to be a reason!

Su Chen didn't refuse Cruise's offer to walk him out. So what if Cruise was the president of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology?

In Su Chen's eyes, he was just an annoying guy, that's all.

If Su Chen hadn't taken action that day and put him down in one move, Cruise would've already been a pile of minced meat. Su Chen had literally saved his life.

He hadn't asked Cruise for any kind of repayment, but Cruise treating him a little better, being more respectful—wasn't that only natural?

"Cruise."

"Yes, sir, go ahead." Standing before Su Chen, Cruise had none of a university president's gravitas left; his face was full of kindly, deferential smiles.

"You came to Huaxia this time just to hold some competition or whatever?"

"It's the International Outstanding Teacher Competition," Cruise added. "Someone as wise as you—if it were just for a competition like that, it certainly wouldn't be worth my trip."

"But since you're here, even if I had nothing else to do, coming over once would be only natural."

Getting flattered by highly educated, highly cultured people really did feel good. Su Chen chuckled, but he didn't take it to heart.

"Let's talk business. What are you really here for?"

Cruise's smile narrowed slightly, and he said to Su Chen, "Sir, this time I came to Huaxia mainly for two reasons. One of them concerns you."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Do you still remember the majors you previously set up at Massachusetts?" Cruise watched Su Chen's expression carefully.

Sure enough, when he heard that, Su Chen looked completely dumbfounded.

"That… actually happened?"

Cruise: "…"

Cruise took a deep breath. "Yes, it did. You are the only professor in the Art Design major at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, its sole advisor, and at the same time the only professor and advisor in the Eastern Martial Arts major."

Su Chen: "…"

What the… Fine, if you say so, then so be it. And then?

"What are you trying to say?"

"Since the major was established, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology has received a total of 231 applications. In the end, 126 students remained. Some chose to transfer schools or switch to other majors."

The ones who transferred schools naturally went to universities famous for their art design programs.

And the ones who accepted a major change were mostly students who were just curious about Su Chen's major and whose grades weren't that great, but whose families were rich and powerful—basically just there to pick up a diploma.

As for the 'die-hard fans' who stayed, they weren't all purely there because they loved art design.

One of the reasons Cruise had come to Huaxia this time actually came from "student pressure."

One whole semester had gone by, and the mentor of the Art Design major hadn't even shown his face once?

That was way too diva, wasn't it?

That had inevitably stirred up dissatisfaction among some students and parents, and among those "some students and parents" were quite a few people with social status.

They put pressure on Cruise, and Cruise couldn't just pretend nothing was happening.

So this time, his participation in the selection for the International Outstanding Teacher Competition was just a cover.

In reality, he'd come for Su Chen.

After listening to Cruise's explanation, Su Chen felt his head swell.

Is this a joke?

You want me to go teach?

And go to that Massachusetts something?

I haven't even finished my own undergrad yet, okay.

But Su Chen had conveniently forgotten that he was walking around with a "tenured professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology" title on his head.

Do you have any idea how many people dream of that?

"Not going. No time."

As soon as Cruise finished explaining, Su Chen gave a clean, straightforward answer without the slightest hesitation.

Cruise was dumbfounded.