Sorry, Teacher Wang, I Got Too Excited

A freshman assessment had eliminated quite a few new students. The original ten first-year classes had been reorganized into four.

Huo Yuhao and Xu Jie were naturally assigned to Class One, which consisted of Assault System and Control System students.

Early the next morning, Xu Jie and Huo Yuhao made their way unhurriedly toward the freshman Class One classroom.

The moment they entered the classroom, quite a few aggressive gazes fell upon Xu Jie. He ignored them, glanced at Dai Huabin, who was chatting with Zhu Lu inside the classroom, then headed with Huo Yuhao toward Dugu Lu, who had saved them seats.

"Tch!" Along with a scornful snort, a foot suddenly blocked Xu Jie's path.

Xu Jie turned to Wu Feng with a smile and said softly, "Move."

Disdain filled Wu Feng's eyes. Just as she was about to speak, a delicate hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder, and a calm voice rang out at the same time.

"Wu Feng, move."

"Tch!" The contemptuous snort sounded again. Wu Feng looked into Ning Tian's calm eyes and ultimately chose not to make any further moves, directly pulling back her leg.

Seeing that the leg blocking his way had been withdrawn, Xu Jie said nothing more and walked toward Dugu Lu in the back row.

"Xu Jie, should I give her..." Seeing Wu Feng's provocation, Dugu Lu lowered his voice and made a gesture as Xu Jie and Huo Yuhao approached.

"No, no, that's too much. Too much." Having spent three months with Dugu Lu, Xu Jie naturally understood what he meant. He wanted to poison Wu Feng.

That was a little excessive. Wu Feng was just a bit stubborn. Hanging her up and beating her a couple of times would be enough; poisoning was better forgotten.

"Then Yuhao, what do you think..." Seeing Xu Jie refuse, Dugu Lu turned to Huo Yuhao, clearly not having given up on the idea of poisoning her.

"Brother Lu, let's forget it!" Huo Yuhao hurriedly shook his head in refusal.

Seeing this, Dugu Lu still did not give up and began educating Huo Yuhao on the benefits of poisoning—things like killing without spilling blood, killing enemies invisibly, and so on.

Xu Jie sat down, turned away, and ignored Dugu Lu's rambling as he thought about what Huo Yuhao had told him last night.

Huo Yuhao's cultivation speed really was somewhat slow. At his current pace, reaching Rank 20 in eight months would indeed be a bit of a problem.

Thinking of this, Xu Jie began recalling the pill formulas from his previous life that could increase internal energy. There were quite a few formulas, but he was not sure whether he could gather all the medicinal ingredients they required.

In a couple of days, he would go check the city's pill shops. If they did not have them, he would have to slowly test the properties of various medicines to see whether he could find substitute ingredients.

As Xu Jie pondered, a bespectacled middle-aged man strode into the classroom.

"Quiet." A gentle voice rang out, and the classroom immediately fell silent.

Xu Jie stopped thinking and looked toward the podium, only to discover that it was Wang Yan—the teacher who had presided over their assessment at the very beginning.

Dugu Lu, who had been educating Huo Yuhao about the benefits of poisoning, also shut his mouth and looked toward the teacher on the podium.

"Now, we'll take attendance." Wang Yan swept his gaze around the room and took out a list.

"Xu Jie."

"Present."

"Dai..."

"Zhou Sichen."

"Present."

As the final "present" rang out, Wang Yan put down the list in his hand, raised a hand to adjust the glasses on his nose, and looked at the students below.

"Since everyone is here, I won't waste any more words. My name is Wang Yan, and I'm your homeroom teacher. There's no need for introductions—I know all of you fairly well. Next, we'll directly begin the election for class monitor.

Since our students mainly belong to the Assault System and Control System, we will select one class monitor each from the Assault System and Control System. One will be the primary monitor and the other the deputy, and they will rotate positions every month.

I will nominate the candidates, and then everyone will vote by secret ballot."

After saying that, he wrote two rows of names on the blackboard. The first row was for the Assault System: Xu Jie, Dai Huabin, Wang Dong, Wu Feng, Zhou Sichen, and Dugu Lu.

The second row was for the Control System: Xiao Xiao, Huo Yuhao, Lan Susu, and Lan Luoluo.

The ten names appeared on the blackboard, and the classroom immediately became noisy.

Quite a few people stared at Xu Jie's and Huo Yuhao's names and whispered among themselves. Many of the looks directed at Huo Yuhao during those discussions were full of disdain.

There was nothing to be done about that. In the previous freshman assessment, in the eyes of some of them, Huo Yuhao had merely stood on the stage, released his martial soul and soul ring, and coasted through it.

The name of someone who had coasted through the assessment had actually appeared on the list of candidates for Control System class monitor. No wonder the others were unconvinced.

"Teacher, I object." Wu Feng, who had previously blocked Xu Jie's path, stood up at this moment and raised her right hand. She turned back to cast a disdainful glance at Huo Yuhao, then said scornfully.

Ning Tian beside her wore a calm expression and showed no intention of stopping Wu Feng.

Xu Jie, Huo Yuhao, and Dugu Lu in the back all noticed Wu Feng's look. Huo Yuhao in particular clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white when he saw it.

Wang Yan naturally noticed Wu Feng's look as well. Though he had a gentle temperament, no teacher would like a troublesome student like this.

However, considering that this was their first day together and that being too stern would be inappropriate, Wang Yan smiled and said gently, "Student Wu Feng, what is your issue?"

"I believe Huo Yuhao is not qualified to participate in the election for class monitor. He's only a Soul Master with a ten-year soul ring—what gives him the right to run for class monitor? Even if he was the champion of the freshman assessment, he only got it by following behind others. He isn't qualified." After saying that, Wu Feng did not even glance at Huo Yuhao.

"But Huo..." Just as Wang Yan was about to speak, he was suddenly interrupted by two crisp sounds.

Smack!

A powerful yet familiar aura surged from behind Wu Feng, gathering and pressing down on her like a mountain, forcing her to her knees before vanishing without a trace.

Because of the desk and chair, her chin slammed into the tabletop. She bit her tongue and could barely speak.

At once, every gaze in the classroom shifted to Xu Jie. Wang Yan was staring fixedly at him as well. That had happened so quickly that even he had failed to react in time.

Xu Jie hurriedly stood up and used a certain country's traditional special ability he had learned from international news: he bent at the waist in a ninety-degree bow, surprise in his voice.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Wang. Student Wu Feng put it so well. I also think Huo Yuhao isn't suited to run for class monitor. Student Wu Feng's speech truly resonated with me. I was too excited just now and failed to restrain my martial soul."

As he spoke, he even patted Huo Yuhao on the shoulder.

Huo Yuhao did not say much. Naturally, he understood that Xu Jie was standing up for him.

In truth, he also thought he was not suited to be class monitor, nor did he want the position. It would waste time he could spend cultivating. He had to study Soul Tools and cultivate at the same time; his schedule was already tight.

A teacher could say he was unqualified. Xu Jie could say he was unqualified. Dugu Lu could say he was unqualified. Even Huo Yuhao himself thought he was unqualified.

But what gave Wu Feng the right? What qualifications did she have to say he was unqualified?

Yet when he thought of that, everything that had happened during the freshman assessment, along with all the grievances he had suffered before, suddenly flooded into his mind. A trace of red light appeared in Huo Yuhao's eyes.

Huo Yuhao lowered his head, afraid that Xu Jie and Dugu Lu beside him would notice something was wrong.

Xu Jie was apologizing to Wu Feng at the moment and did not notice Huo Yuhao's abnormality beside him. "Sorry, Student Wu Feng. I accidentally released my martial soul just now. Are you all right? You aren't hurt, are you?"

Wang Yan was somewhat stunned by Xu Jie's string of moves and, for a moment, actually failed to stop him.

Wu Feng, still kneeling on the floor, finally came to her senses. She opened her mouth and spat out the blood inside, then rose to her feet and charged at Xu Jie, shouting, "You're courting death!!!"

Ning Tian and Nanmen Yuner beside Wu Feng also stood up with her.

Xu Jie glanced at Wu Feng, then tilted his head to look at Wang Yan on the platform, making as if to summon his martial soul. Dugu Lu and Huo Yuhao beside him both stood up as well.

Xiao Xiao, who was farther away from them, had already summoned her martial soul. A black cauldron sped through the air, flying straight toward the back of Wu Feng's head.

The original Class One students all put Shrek's school motto—"Those who do not dare to cause trouble are mediocrities"—into practice. They too began summoning their martial souls at Wu Feng's group of three, intending to deliver a righteous beatdown.