Entering the Class and Getting Along "Friendly" with the Students

Lin Wanqing gently took Wang Chuan's little hand and led him toward the classroom, her fingertips feeling the warmth of his palm. She slowed her pace to match his short strides and gently suggested, "Wang Chuan, how about I take you to meet your classmates first? After class, I'll take you to the dormitory to get settled in. Does that sound all right?" Her tone was especially warm—after all, this child was not only a once-in-a-century genius, but also had the Crown Prince and Sword Douluo standing behind him. She had no choice but to be extra careful.

Wang Chuan lifted his little face, his eyes as serious as though he were making an oath. "Whatever you arrange is fine, Teacher. I'll listen to you. Besides, I really want to meet my new classmates too." His solemn expression, paired with his tender little face, made him rather adorable.

The two hurried through the academy's corridors, drawing curious looks from students and teachers along the way. Wang Chuan was simply too young, barely reaching other people's waists. Dressed in the academy's standard freshman uniform, he looked like a little deer that had wandered into a flock of sheep. Anyone who saw him could not help taking a second look and murmuring, "Is this child even old enough to enroll?" or "He looks like he's only six or seven." Lin Wanqing pretended not to hear and led Wang Chuan straight ahead.

Just as they rounded a corner, a young man in a teacher's robe approached and stopped them. With sharp brows, bright eyes, and a steady presence, he was none other than Teacher Qin Ming, a highly respected figure in the academy. His gaze fell on Wang Chuan, then swept over the student roster in Lin Wanqing's hand. He spoke mildly, "Hello, I'm Qin Ming. Is this your student?" There was a hint of professional inquiry in his tone—after all, such a young freshman was truly rare.

Lin Wanqing stopped and nodded politely. "Hello, Teacher Qin. He is indeed a new student in our class. As for the rest... it isn't convenient for me to say much. All his information has been filed with the Education Committee. If you're curious, you may go there and ask for the details." She truly did not want to explain Wang Chuan's background over and over, so she simply directed the matter to the three members of the Education Committee.

Only after Qin Ming had walked away did Lin Wanqing look after him and mutter softly, "Teacher Qin really is amazing. At such a young age, he has already reached the Soul King realm. I heard he's only one step away from becoming a Soul Emperor. I need to work harder too. I can't fall too far behind."

Meanwhile, Qin Ming, who had been left behind, watched Wang Chuan's small retreating figure and muttered inwardly, He's probably another noble family's child sent here to gild his credentials, isn't he? He had intended to turn around and leave, but the inexplicably calm aura around the child stirred his curiosity. In the end, he turned and headed toward the Education Committee.

At last, they reached the classroom door. Lin Wanqing pulled a small booklet from her lesson-plan bag and handed it to Wang Chuan. "This contains the academy rules and a map of the academy. It shows the locations of all the teaching buildings, as well as the class assignments for our grade. Take a look first."

The moment she pushed open the classroom door, a wave of noisy chatter rushed toward them.

"Hey? Where did this little runt come from? Has he even undergone Martial Soul Awakening before coming to class?" A richly dressed boy sneered, his tone full of mockery.

"Wow, what a cute little brother! His round eyes make him look just like a little deer!" The girl beside him brightened and could not help whispering in surprise.

"Quiet!" Lin Wanqing raised her voice, but the classroom only fell silent for a moment before the buzzing chatter resumed. Most of the class came from noble families and had been spoiled since childhood. Why would they readily take a newly arrived teacher seriously?

Lin Wanqing was not embarrassed in the slightest. She cleared her throat and introduced him directly. "This is your new classmate, Wang Chuan. He is only seven years old, but his Soul Power has already reached level nineteen—higher than that of most of you here."

As for titles such as "the Crown Prince's junior brother" and "Sword Douluo's direct disciple," she did not mention a single word. They were Wang Chuan's private matters, not something to be used as leverage to intimidate others.

"Teacher, you're not just trying to fool us, are you?" A noble boy in a brocade robe embroidered with silver patterns gave a derisive snort and lazily rose from his seat. The disdain in his eyes was practically overflowing. "He's just a little runt who hasn't even grown all his hair yet, and you say he's level nineteen? Do you take us for three-year-olds?"

As soon as he said that, low voices of agreement rose from all around. Several boys who usually liked to band together and stir up trouble began laughing as well, their gazes pricking Wang Chuan like thorns.

Just as Lin Wanqing was about to rebuke them, Wang Chuan gently tugged at the corner of her clothes. He stepped half a pace forward, his small body standing perfectly straight. Without saying a word, an aura of Soul Power quietly spread from him. It was more solid than that of an ordinary Soul Master and carried an unmistakably pure presence. Like a thin veil, it wrapped around him, and even the air seemed to ripple with subtle fluctuations.

The classroom fell dead silent.

The smiles on the noble boys who had been jeering moments ago froze instantly. They might not have been able to tell exactly what level his Soul Power was, but to release it so freely with such a steady aura, he could not possibly be ordinary. Especially those whose Soul Power had only just passed level ten—they felt Wang Chuan's Soul Power pressing down on them like a small mountain and instinctively shut their mouths.

What a joke. They were nobles, not brainless idiots. Though the boy before them was young, his talent was plain for all to see. Even if he failed to become a Titled Douluo in the future, he would at least become a Soul Douluo. Offend someone like that now? Were they tired of their families living too long? They did not even have time to curry favor with him.

The girls in the class, meanwhile, had eyes sparkling like they were studded with stars.

"Oh my god, he's so amazing!"

"He's so strong at such a young age, and he's so cute too. Isn't he basically a little angel?"

"I have some pastries I just bought. Should I give them to him later?"

Their whispers were filled with unconcealed affection. Quite a few secretly took out handkerchiefs or little mirrors and quietly adjusted their collars, their eyes glued to Wang Chuan.

Most of the class had already been thoroughly convinced, but there were still one or two who considered their family backgrounds exceptional and relied on their slightly higher Soul Power, unable to swallow their resentment. A tall boy sitting in the back row clenched his fists, a trace of provocation flashing through his eyes. He refused to believe that a seven-year-old could be that strong. Maybe Wang Chuan had used some underhanded trick to bluff them? He wanted to test the little runt himself and see just how capable he really was.