The Furious Homeroom Teacher

The Furious Homeroom Teacher

Looking at Wang Dong with his eyes closed, Ye Qingchen could not help thinking, If Tang San had not manipulated things from the shadows, the Emperor Auspicious Beast of the Star Dou Great Forest would never have died. Wang Dong'er, who should have been carefree, could have had a path of her own instead of being controlled by others...

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In less than half the time it took to burn an incense stick, Wang Dong woke up and let out a long breath. "Haaah—"

"How do you feel?" Ye Qingchen asked as he watched Wang Dong continue gasping for breath. The Yin-Yang Creation Art would still need some time to refine that portion of divine consciousness. Conservatively speaking, it would take around a year.

"Not bad, just a little weak," Wang Dong said, forcing himself to sound steady.

Ye Qingchen helped Wang Dong back to the dormitory and laid him on the bed. Then he leaped onto his own bed, sat cross-legged, and began meditating, turning his focus to refining the God Slaying Spear.

Wang Dong slept exceptionally soundly. It was the first time he had ever truly slept in peace. The Yin-Yang Creation Art was constantly wearing away at the divine consciousness within Wang Dong without being detected.

God Realm, Sea God's Residence

"Hmph. Wu Tong has already begun. Although there were a few mishaps, everything is still under control. The fortune of Douluo Continent will ultimately belong to me," Tang San said from the seat of honor in the Sea God's Residence.

"Child of fortune? What a joke. Do you really think the child of fortune you chose can contend against me? In the end, he will only make a wedding dress for me."

At this time, the two little ones Ye Qingchen had taken under his wing had both undergone tremendous changes. As their cultivation techniques circulated, an unprecedented sense of power spread through their entire bodies. It was as though every meridian had opened up, and the feeling was indescribably wonderful. The rate at which their Soul Power grew was several times greater than before.

"Some people are born dazzling, while others may never see that ray of light in their entire lives. I will use my own methods to push them to the summit," Ye Qingchen reflected as his divine consciousness swept over Huo Yuhao.

"The Mystic Water Pill is decent, but the Yin-Yang Creation Art will not draw upon its medicinal effects. It will only increase Yuhao's cultivation speed and lay a solid foundation."

After a period of development, Huo Yuhao had become somewhat well-known in the Outer Courtyard. There was always a long line in front of his grilled fish stall.

In the blink of an eye, three months passed. Zhou Yi was about to have everyone decide their future paths of development: assault, control, defense, support. These classifications all had to be chosen by the students themselves.

Taking the paper that had been handed out, Ye Qingchen casually wrote down two words: "All-Rounder."

However, after Ye Qingchen finished writing, Wang Dong curiously leaned over to take a look. With a flick of his wrist, Ye Qingchen directly handed the paper to Huo Yuhao, the vice class monitor.

"Ye Qingchen, what did you write? Don't be so stingy. Let me see," Wang Dong could not help asking.

"Secret," Ye Qingchen said softly.

"Fine, don't tell me. It's not like I care."

Wang Dong turned his head away and, as though sulking, said nothing further.

"Now we will divide into groups. Group One: Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao."

The moment Zhou Yi spoke, Wang Dong's eyes widened. Ye Qingchen, on the other hand, remained seated calmly. He wanted to see whether his appearance could alter the entirety of fate, or whether it could only affect a small part of it.

Along with Wang Dong and Huo Yuhao, a little girl stood up as well. She was not tall and had a petite figure. Though she was not especially beautiful, the way she looked at Wang Dong carried a hint of shyness.

How will Xiao Xiao feel once she learns that Wang Dong is a girl? Ye Qingchen thought.

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"Group Two: Ma Qingshuang, Leng Leng..."

"Group Three..."

In truth, Zhou Yi's groupings were based on the characteristics of their martial souls, and there was nothing wrong with them. Because of Ye Qingchen's interference, Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong's relationship had remained no more than that of familiar friends.

"Alright, that's it. If you have any objections, raise them now. You have one day to think it over after returning."

"Hand in all the papers in your hands, then class is dismissed. Get some proper rest after you return. The New Student Assessment begins tomorrow. My final requirement is that every one of you advances."

"Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, Xiao Xiao, the three of you stay behind."

Looking at the blank papers in her hands, Zhou Yi's eye began to twitch. The next second, Wang Dong darted behind Ye Qingchen, who had been about to leave.

"Ye Qingchen, you come here too!"

Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, and Xiao Xiao all shuddered at once. Ye Qingchen looked calmly at Zhou Yi.

"Teacher, is something wrong?" Seeing that Zhou Yi was on the verge of losing her temper, Ye Qingchen figured Wang Dong had probably written something random.

"Control type! Control type! All control type!"

Zhou Yi viciously slapped three blank sheets onto the desk in succession. With every slap, Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, and Xiao Xiao's faces grew a shade paler. By the end, all three had hidden behind Ye Qingchen, staring at Zhou Yi with terrified expressions.

The podium was ultimately smashed to pieces by Zhou Yi's palm, and the blank papers scattered all over the floor.

"Ye-dage, what should we do?" Huo Yuhao clutched Ye Qingchen's sleeve, his eyes filled with terror.

"Class monitor, think of something!" Xiao Xiao shrank her head behind Ye Qingchen.

Wang Dong was no better off. One hand gripped Ye Qingchen's shoulder as he timidly poked out half his head, looking at Zhou Yi, who was on the verge of erupting atop the podium.

(End of Chapter)