The next day.
Class Nine, first year.
The moment Xue Nianbing stepped into the classroom, he drew the attention of every student.
Their gazes fell on Xue Nianbing and followed his every movement, never leaving him for a moment. The admiration in their eyes was completely undisguised.
After only a few days at the academy, he had defeated two opponents alone—and crushed the Outer Court Twin Stars at that. That achievement was enough to make them, his classmates, proud.
When it involved the class as a whole, everyone had a strong sense of collective honor.
"Class monitor, you're so cool!"
"Class monitor, you're my idol from now on!"
"Class monitor, I never expected you to have Three Thousand-Year Soul Rings!"
"Class monitor, are you free tonight..."
"..."
The students' cheers echoed throughout the classroom.
Quite a few girls crowded around Xue Nianbing, their eyes gleaming as though they wanted to devour the boy before them whole.
"Hmph, how annoying." Wang Dong sat to the side with her lips pursed, feeling a little sulky.
The sight of those girls surrounding Xue Nianbing made her inexplicably angry.
"I'll gladly accept everyone's praise."
"Now, return to your seats. After theoretical class, we still have laps to run... Don't worry, I'll carry out my duties diligently."
Xue Nianbing smiled quite kindly.
He had thought this would frighten them, but not only were they unafraid, their eyes lit up one by one, brimming with enthusiasm.
"Class monitor, bring it on!"
"Yes, yes, yes! Don't go easy on us!"
"As long as you don't train us to death, train us like we're dying!"
The students shouted, then swiftly returned to their seats.
Xue Nianbing: "???"
Listening to them, Xue Nianbing was utterly dumbfounded.
What kind of request was that? Were they actively asking to be abused?