When Us Old Shrek People Get Together, This Is What Happens

Qian Chaoguang casually tossed the contract onto the bed.

"One hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins. Five rules. I'll follow them for one year. If you want to continue next year, we'll negotiate separately. Or you can pay me five hundred and fifty thousand gold coins all at once, and I'll follow your rules for all six years in the Outer Academy."

Wang Dong's face flushed red as she shouted in grief and indignation, "In your dreams! Where would I get that much money?!"

"Then there's nothing to discuss."

Qian Chaoguang spread his hands and made to leave.

"One hundred and twenty thousand!"

"For one year?"

"Six years!"

"Then I'd better leave."

"Y-you-you-you-you, get back here! One hundred and fifty thousand! Is one hundred and fifty thousand enough?! I really don't have any more!"

"Next time, for sure."

Before the first afternoon class, the two finally settled on a final price.

Two hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins in exchange for Qian Chaoguang following those five rules for six years.

When it came time to sign and pay, Wang Dong was so heartbroken she was nearly in tears. Her hand trembled as she signed, and she had to grit her teeth before taking out seventy thousand Gold Soul Coins in cash.

With a clatter, the enormous pile filled Qian Chaoguang's entire bed, while she still owed another hundred and thirty thousand Gold Soul Coins.

Oh, it was an IOU for one hundred and thirty thousand Gold Soul Coins.

Originally, she had planned to pay only fifty thousand for now and give the remaining fifty thousand after graduation.

However, plans could not keep up with changes. She had not expected Qian Chaoguang to be so ruthless, raising the price by twofold in one breath!

Now, besides "bastard," Wang Dong had another name for Qian Chaoguang—Money-Grubber!

Qian Chaoguang was completely oblivious to this. He even magnanimously stated that he would not charge interest as long as she paid it off within a year, nearly enraging Wang Dong to death again.

All she could do was lie beneath the covers and silently comfort herself: I bought myself some peace and quiet... I bought myself some peace and quiet... I bought myself some peace and quiet...

Freshman Class One's classroom.

Ten minutes before the afternoon bell, the classroom was already full save for one conspicuously empty seat, and it was utterly silent.

Even when students wanted to chat with one another, they unconsciously lowered their voices to the barest whisper.

Although most of them were unhappy with Zhou Yi, no one wanted to offend a crazy teacher, especially when they did not know what the hell might get them expelled.

Since there were no assigned seats, Qian Chaoguang still took Huo Yutong to sit in the center of the first row.

In a sense, that prime spot closest to the Head Teacher was probably no less terrifying than an endless hell in everyone else's eyes.

It was quite obvious why.

After all...

The empty seat was right beside Huo Yutong...

When Zhou Yi slowly walked in, the atmosphere in Freshman Class One instantly grew tense, and every whisper came to an abrupt stop.

"Everyone, stand. Assemble at the square."

Zhou Yi dropped those words and left.

No one dared delay. The students rushed out of the classroom, then quickly and orderly formed a line on their own behind Zhou Yi as they headed to Shrek Square.

Walking at the front, Zhou Yi felt quite pleased.

Fear had always been what she considered the best way to control students.

Little did she know that a spring rebounded even more fiercely after being compressed.

All it took was one hand to lightly alter the balance.

Upon reaching the square, Qian Chaoguang spotted a pile of Iron Clothes tossed to one side.

Sure enough, it was Shrek's unchanged tradition of ten thousand years—running with weights.

"Huo Yutong."

"Here."

With a stern expression, Zhou Yi said, "I reviewed your Entrance Exam scores and Soul Power Levels, along with this morning's test. So far, Huo Yutong's Level 27 cultivation is the best among all of you. Therefore, I announce that from this moment on, she will be the Class Monitor of Freshman Class One. The position of Class Monitor is not fixed. Whoever is capable of defeating her can become the Class Monitor. Do you all understand?"

"Yes."

Other than Wang Dong, who seemed lost in thought, none of the students objected.

If the Level 21 Wang Dong from the Original Work had still inspired some desire to challenge her, then the Level 27 Huo Yutong left them unable to entertain any such thoughts at all.

Half the class was nine or ten levels below Huo Yutong. Challenging her would be nothing but asking for humiliation.

Huo Yutong did not seem to want to be the Class Monitor. She had just been about to speak when Qian Chaoguang, quick-handed and sharp-eyed, pulled her back.

Zhou Yi pointed at the pile of Iron Clothes.

"These are called Iron Clothes. They are specifically used to improve physical fitness. One for each of you. Put them on, then start running laps around the square. From now until class ends, you will keep running. You may use Soul Power, but you may not use Soul Skills. You will be ranked by the number of laps you complete, and the last-place student will be expelled."

"I will emphasize one point again: in my class, someone can be expelled at any time. Today, ninety-nine people will become ninety-eight. Begin."

As she spoke, Zhou Yi flicked her toe, sending an Iron Clothes flying toward Huo Yutong.

The thirty-pound Iron Clothes were not heavy for Huo Yutong now. Having trained and forged with Qian Chaoguang since childhood, she could bear the weight with ease.

There was even less need to mention Qian Chaoguang. With his physical condition, he could put one on and feel nothing at all.

The others did not see it that way.

Thirty pounds of Iron Clothes were not particularly heavy for a group of novice Soul Masters generally only around Level 16 or 17, but wearing them while running for two hours until class ended...

That was a little absurd. No one could possibly finish.

Zhou Yi said coldly, "I know many of you want to say this is unfair, because boys and girls are naturally built differently, and different Soul Masters have different physical conditions. But I want to tell you that everyone is treated equally in my class. Think about it: on the battlefield, would the enemy spare you just because you were physically weak? Start running!"

Qian Chaoguang's brow furrowed, barely perceptible.

If one only listened to the latter half of her words, they sounded somewhat reasonable at first glance. The battlefield was fair.

But she was clearly switching concepts.

First, this was training at a school, not a battlefield.

And this was physical conditioning, not simulated warfare training.

A good school always emphasized teaching according to aptitude.

For someone with a strong physique like Qian Chaoguang, this was no more than a warm-up.

For Wang Dong and Huo Yutong, the two at the top tier, it could provide decent training results.

But for those little girls in the Support Type, even if they exhausted themselves to the point of vomiting blood, they would have absolutely no chance of finishing.

Making everyone follow the same standard—wasn't that just being unreasonable?

Second, even on a battlefield, different branches of the military had different roles.

Were you really going to make Support Type Soul Masters charge in headfirst and fight the enemy face-to-face?

Wasn't that a bit much?

If it truly came to that, there was only one possibility—the troops at the front had all been wiped out, the remaining logistics forces' long-range Soul Tools had all failed, and they were waiting where they stood to die.

At that point, the strong body you had trained for over the years might let you die a little farther away from your Comrades.

After Zhou Yi finished speaking, she left and stood far away at the edge of the square, watching them from a distance.