The Rebirth of the Supreme King Dong'er

Chapter 11: Zhou Yi's Return

By the time Zhou Yi returned, it was already afternoon, just as the class bell rang.

She had once even dared to argue with Du Weilun, but now, under Dean Yan Shaozhe's instructions, she could only rein in her temper.

What Zhou Yi found most unbearable was that her Human Skin Mask could no longer be used after being damaged.

She had used the Human Skin Mask to alter her appearance in order to create an aura of authority. Now that it was gone, what sort of trouble would those students stir up when they saw her beauty?

If Wang Dong'er had known what Zhou Yi was thinking, she might have laughed right in her face.

When it came to inexplicable confidence, Zhou Yi had perfectly inherited Great Master's will.

Inside Class One's classroom, all the students had already arrived.

They were merely proud and arrogant; that did not mean they wanted to openly defy the academy's rules.

Judging by Mu Jin, Shrek Academy was not entirely without normal teachers.

Now, Class One's students only hoped that the academy would replace their teacher with someone normal.

As for whether Zhou Yi was truly an Evil Soul Master, the students had already tossed that matter to the back of their minds.

Still, every student kept glancing toward Wang Dong'er, intentionally or otherwise, making Xiao Xiao beside her feel rather uncomfortable.

Clearly, she had been the first one to speak with Wang Dong'er. She had also been the first to become friends with Wang Dong'er—at least, Xiao Xiao saw it that way.

Yet after Wang Donger's performance that morning, she had stolen the spotlight and vaguely become the backbone of the class.

Calling her the backbone was not quite right. More accurately, she had become the students' voice in resisting Zhou Yi.

When Zhou Yi called them trash and worthless fools at every turn, only Wang Dong'er had truly been able to refute her.

Moreover, Wang Dong'er was a girl. With both looks and strength, regardless of gender, people naturally viewed her through a flattering lens.

Just as the students were idling about, Zhou Yi entered the classroom precisely with the ringing of the class bell.

Without her Human Skin Mask, Zhou Yi could only teach using her original appearance.

The moment she entered, she saw Wang Donger's detestable face. Her right hand involuntarily clenched into a tight fist.

After the class assignments had been completed, every homeroom teacher had received the assessment files for their students.

Eleven years old, with twenty-third-rank Soul Power—among this year's new students, she was definitely among the very best.

Although there was no photograph in the file, it did record the students' distinguishing traits.

A strange pinkish-blue hair color like Wang Donger's, something fewer than one person in ten thousand possessed, was simply impossible to miss.

As expected, she's achieved a little at such a young age and already started getting carried away, Zhou Yi thought to herself.

She was just a troublesome student. At worst, Zhou Yi could treat her as though she were teaching a third-year student.

After Zhou Yi entered, the students all looked curiously at this "new" teacher.

In terms of appearance alone, she was no better than Mu Jin, who had taught them that morning. She was even vastly inferior to Wang Dong'er, who had not yet fully grown into her looks.

Contrary to Zhou Yi's expectations, her arrival caused no commotion at all.

For a moment, Zhou Yi wondered whether she had actually failed to remove her Human Skin Mask, which was why they showed no reaction.

Although Wang Dong'er had never seen Zhou Yi's true appearance, she still guessed that this was Zhou Yi.

After all, in Shrek Academy's eyes, although Zhou Yi had expelled more students than all the other teachers combined, her "performance" was undeniably real.

Wang Dong'er even felt that Shrek Academy might punish her, a student who had contradicted a teacher, but it would never impose any substantive punishment on Zhou Yi.

Huo Yuhao had also guessed Zhou Yi's identity.

However, Huo Yuhao did not have so many channels for information. He only learned that this middle-aged woman was the old crone Zhou Yi from Tian Meng's prompt.

At least she wasn't an Evil Soul Master. Huo Yuhao breathed a sigh of relief.

Still, perhaps because the previous incident had shattered his impression of her, or for some other reason, Zhou Yi no longer held the image in Huo Yuhao's heart of the strict teacher Bei Bei had described, one who produced outstanding students.

Standing before the podium, Zhou Yi did not know what she was supposed to do for a moment.

After a long while, she finally came back to herself. "Everyone, gather at the square."

With that, Zhou Yi turned and left. Before doing so, she deliberately gave Wang Dong'er a glance.

Without any mission reward, Wang Dong'er could not be bothered to care what Zhou Yi intended to do. She rose to her feet and followed her out.

Seeing Wang Dong'er leave, the other students also stood and followed, as though Wang Dong'er, rather than Zhou Yi, were the teacher of Freshman Class One.

Shrek Square.

Although Yan Shaozhe and Du Weilun had repeatedly emphasized that Zhou Yi should restrain her twisted desire for control, as she looked at these students, all sorts of thoughts continued to rise in her heart, wave after wave.

This crew-cut student did not seem to take her seriously. Expel him!

That girl with twin ponytails actually had a smile at the corner of her mouth. Did she think Shrek Academy was some place where she could freely enjoy her youth? Expel her!

"...Teacher?" It was not until a student called out that Zhou Yi was pulled back from her fantasies.

"Cough, cough." Zhou Yi coughed twice, finding it strange that she had just become lost in fantasy.

Had she just... fallen to demonic influence?

Shaking her head and forcing herself to calm down, Zhou Yi swept her gaze across the crowd. "I am Zhou Yi."

Having revealed her true identity, Zhou Yi did not explain why she had worn a Human Skin Mask that morning and disguised herself as an old woman. Instead, she issued an order directly.

"Starting now, you have one hour to run one hundred laps around the plaza. Anyone who fails to finish will be expelled!"

Again?!

The students were all stunned. In the end, a tall, well-built male student stepped forward. "Teacher, if you want us to run, shouldn't you at least tell us why? We came to Shrek Academy—was it just to run?"

If this had been the old Zhou Yi, she would not even have given him a chance to ask. She would have expelled him on the spot.

But now, Zhou Yi could only give her reasons.

"Running improves physical fitness. A true powerhouse must possess exceptional natural qualities, supplemented by a Soul Master's abilities or the aid of Soul Tools. That is what it means to add wings to a tiger."

"On the battlefield, if you can run even a fraction faster than others, you will have a fraction more hope of surviving. Do you still think running is useless now?"

Hearing Zhou Yi's explanation, the tall student who had asked the question scratched his head.

"But even my family has specialized training equipment. Doesn't Shrek Academy have any?"

"How can training equipment compare to running?" Zhou Yi frowned.

"Running is the most natural form of exercise, and extreme running is the most effective way to squeeze out the body's potential. Are you questioning my teaching?"

"Instead of using training equipment, she wants us to use the most primitive method—running..." Xiao Xiao quietly complained to Wang Dong'er.

"Who is talking down there?" Zhou Yi looked toward Wang Dong'er.

Because of Wang Dong'er's troublemaker tendencies, Zhou Yi had been keeping an eye on her from the corner of her eye. Unexpectedly, Wang Dong'er had not done anything, while the petite girl beside her had started complaining about her again.

Zhou Yi, Are You a Dog?

Quickly recalling the traits recorded on the student roster, Zhou Yi accurately called out Xiao Xiao's name.

"Xiao Xiao, right? Do you have some objection to my teaching?"

"Reporting to Teacher Zhou, even if you want us to run, shouldn't you at least assess our average abilities first?"

With Wang Dong'er right beside her, Xiao Xiao felt a little bolder and bravely fired back.

"Among this batch of students, there are boys and girls, Battle Soul Masters and Artifact Soul Masters. Some may even be Support System or Food System Soul Masters. Some people may have been born with poor constitutions. Shouldn't you take these factors into account?"

"If I take those factors into account, will the battlefield?"

"Are you training students just to send high-quality cannon fodder to the battlefield? Must students who graduate from Shrek Academy head to the battlefield?"

Zhou Yi really wanted to say, "Of course," but she suddenly came to her senses.

Shrek Academy could not leave behind a weakness that others could seize upon.

Where students went after graduation was their own business, but it absolutely could not be said that the academy had forced them to go to the battlefield and "shine."

"I..." Zhou Yi stammered for a long while before finally resorting to her usual tactic again. "Keep talking back to me, and you can get the hell out of this academy!"

"Ha..." Wang Dong'er could barely hold it in.

Expelling someone with Twin Martial Souls from the academy—if Yan Shaozhe and the others found out, Zhou Yi would probably really be punished.

Ultimate Martial Souls and Twin Martial Souls had been exceedingly rare throughout these past ten thousand years. Whenever any faction or academy obtained such a genius, would they not treasure them like a precious jewel?

Of course, Zhou Yi did not know that Xiao Xiao possessed Twin Martial Souls. But that only further displayed Zhou Yi's shortsightedness and arrogance.

She was unwilling to lower herself, stubbornly insisting on using her so-called "correct teaching" to push everyone to their limits, squeezing the students' bodies and keeping their hearts under constant crushing pressure. In the end, her only solution was to have a healing-type Soul Master treat their external injuries.

The moment Wang Dong'er laughed aloud, Zhou Yi immediately redirected her fire.

"What are you laughing at? Don't think I really wouldn't dare expel you."

"I don't want to argue with you about this any further." Wang Dong'er crossed her arms over her chest and looked Zhou Yi straight in the eye. "I already said it before. After all, Mediocrity is not daring to cause trouble, right? Teacher Zhou, who dares to lay hands on students?"

Zhou Yi's face instantly turned green, then red, as though she could open a dye shop.

Wang Dong'er casually looked around before finally pointing at Huo Yuhao. Among everyone in Class One, only Huo Yuhao could serve as this example.

"Zhou Yi, what do you think is different about him?"

"Him?" Zhou Yi looked at Huo Yuhao, recalling the similar traits from the student files as she said, "Huo Yuhao, eleven years old, Soul Power... Level Eleven."

This was the Tang Sect's specially invited student recommended by Bei Bei and Tang Ya. Deep down, Zhou Yi felt that trash like Huo Yuhao, with only Level Eleven Soul Power, getting into Shrek Academy was like one bad apple spoiling the whole barrel.

"Other than that?" Wang Dong'er continued.

When the other students heard Zhou Yi say that Huo Yuhao only had Level Eleven Soul Power, they began whispering among themselves in disbelief.

Shrek Academy's admission requirement was clearly Soul Power above Level Fifteen. How had someone at Level Eleven slipped in?

Even Xiao Xiao looked curiously toward Huo Yuhao.

At that moment, Huo Yuhao himself was also somewhat bewildered, not knowing why Wang Dong'er had suddenly brought him up.

"What else could be different?" Zhou Yi frowned. No matter how she looked, she could not see what was special about Huo Yuhao. He merely appeared thinner and smaller than others his age, almost malnourished.

But how could a Soul Master be malnourished?

"You saw it, but you didn't take that information seriously." Wang Dong'er's voice was calm yet powerful.

"His physique is clearly inferior to everyone else's. Even some of the girls can easily outperform him."

Huo Yuhao wanted to say that he was not actually that weak—at the very least, he was not so weak that he could not even compare to a girl—but when he noticed Zhou Yi's drifting gaze, he suddenly fell silent.

"If you make him run a hundred laps now, he'll drop dead on the spot once he finishes. If you don't believe me, go examine his body carefully."

Wang Dong'er was not wrong about that.

If Huo Yuhao had not been as lucky as in the original story, capable of breaking past his limits even while running, then persisting would only end with him dying on the spot.

Perhaps the slumbering Electrolux had some way to keep Huo Yuhao barely alive, but that was all.

Unwilling to believe it, Zhou Yi strode over and placed a hand on Huo Yuhao's shoulder, sending a thread of Soul Power into his body.

In only a moment, her face was filled with shock.

She... had never seen anyone with such a terrible physique.

So Wang Dong'er was right, and she was wrong.

"Your teaching philosophy is nothing but a pile of trash forged from your arrogance and conceit. I had no interest in saying anything to you, but I didn't expect you to come courting death yourself."

"Do you think you're the only person in the entire soul master world who understands the importance of improving one's physique? If extreme running were really so effective, after ten thousand years, would anyone need you to treat it as some exclusive secret technique?"

Only after hearing Wang Dong'er's final words did everyone suddenly grasp the crux of the matter, as though they had been awakened from a dream.

That was right. It was only running. If running alone truly had such miraculous effects, why would the soul master world need any cultivation equipment? Everyone would have started running long ago. When would it ever have been Zhou Yi's turn to teach it?

Since things had already reached this point, Wang Dong'er simply laid everything bare.

"Zhou Yi, I heard that the promotion rate of the students under you is one hundred percent?"

Upon hearing that question, Zhou Yi immediately regained her confidence.

That was right. Her promotion rate was one hundred percent. If her teaching philosophy truly was garbage, how could she possibly have such a promotion rate?

"Hmph." Zhou Yi snorted coldly.