Stirring Emotions

Zhou Yi said coldly, "Shrek Academy has no need for students who cut corners. No matter how capable they are, without a sound and proper mindset, even if they are trained into talents, all they will bring to any nation is disaster."

"Tailong, I'll ask you one last time. Did you complete one hundred laps just now?"

At that, Tailong's gaze visibly shifted away, but he ultimately straightened his back. "Of course I did!"

Zhou Yi smiled and, without hesitation, recounted every detail of how Tailong had cheated and slacked off.

Then, to prevent him—and the other students—from continuing to argue, Zhou Yi produced surveillance footage she had prepared in advance and replayed the entire process for everyone.

This time, Tailong had no chance to deny it.

His face flushed bright red. He had never expected Zhou Yi, who had not initially appeared on the field, to have recorded his cheating so completely.

"But even if I ran a few laps less, you can't expel me over that!" Tailong still refused to give in.

Zhou Yi snorted disdainfully. "I already gave you the reason. You are not worthy of being a student of Shrek Academy. Now pack your things and get out immediately!"

Zhou Yi's cold expression, unquestionable words, and overwhelming pressure left the other eight students who had wanted to object completely speechless.

In less than an hour, Zhou Yi had established absolute authority over Class 1 of New Students.

The other nine students could only leave dejectedly. However, rather than packing their luggage, they headed straight for the Academic Affairs Office to lodge a complaint.

It was only the first day of school, and the reason for their expulsion was so absurd. How could they possibly accept it?

"I'm giving you fifteen minutes. Go back to your dormitories, change your clothes, then return to the classroom for class."

After saying that, Zhou Yi specifically looked toward Jiang Yuheng and Wang Dong, who were still running, and shouted, "You two as well. Stop running and hurry back to change!"

This time, no one dared delay even a moment. Nearly every student sprinted toward their dormitory at full speed.

"That old hag is way too ruthless. She expelled nine students in one go." Wang Dong spoke as she hurried back to the dormitory with Jiang Yuheng.

If they did not finish their task quickly, who knew what other trouble that old hag might come up with?

Jiang Yuheng said, "Wang Dong, thank you for keeping me company earlier."

Wang Dong blushed and gave a soft snort. "Don't thank me. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. You go in and change first. I barely sweated."

Jiang Yuheng could not help laughing. "Wang Dong, I just realized that you can lie without even blinking. You go first. I change much faster than you!"

Wang Dong narrowed her eyes and raised her right fist. "Jiang Yuheng, if you go a day without getting beaten up, do you get itchy all over?"

Jiang Yuheng hurriedly waved his hands. "I was joking. Don't be angry, I'll go change right now!"

Jiang Yuheng hurried back into the room, took off his sweat-soaked clothes, and wiped his body with a clean cloth dampened in cold water.

As for the wound on his back, he truly could not reach it. He had no choice but to ask Wang Dong for help!

Upon hearing Jiang Yuheng's request, Wang Dong only hesitated for a moment before entering the room.

Because it had not been treated with medicine in time, the wound on Jiang Yuheng's back had visibly begun to fester.

Wang Dong picked up the disinfectant, dipped a cotton swab into it, and carefully wiped around the wound again and again.

She knew how painful disinfectant could be on a wound, so as she treated it, she gently blew on it as well, hoping to ease some of Jiang Yuheng's pain.

Wang Dong's actions immediately filled Jiang Yuheng's heart with warmth.

"Dong'er, you're so good to me." Jiang Yuheng's voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

Wang Dong was focused on what she was doing and did not notice anything wrong with the way Jiang Yuheng had addressed her.

"All right. Be more careful next time, and don't forget to apply medicine again. I don't want you constantly bothering me!"

Though she said that, Jiang Yuheng understood better than anyone what she truly meant.

Every time he needed his wound treated, Wang Dong would take the initiative to come over herself, and her movements were always incredibly gentle.

"Thanks. I'll wait for you outside."

Before leaving, Jiang Yuheng thoughtfully closed the door for Wang Dong.

Wang Dong was quick as well. In less than five minutes, she had completely freshened up, and that familiar faint fragrance once again drifted into Jiang Yuheng's nose.

Seeing Wang Dong like that, Jiang Yuheng could not help staring blankly for a moment.

Wang Dong noticed his gaze and smacked him hard on the forehead. "What nonsense are you thinking about? Hurry up, let's go!"

"Oh, okay!" Jiang Yuheng nodded repeatedly.

By the time they returned to the classroom, nearly all the students had arrived, and Zhou Yi returned on schedule an hour later.

Looking at the ninety-one students below the podium, she nodded in satisfaction and began explaining that day's lesson.

The lesson content was not much different from the original work. It was all about offensive and defensive Soul Tools, as well as the future development trends of Soul Tools.

One had to admire Zhou Yi. Even without having read the original work, she was completely certain that Soul Tools would inevitably become the core of the continent in the future. Such foresight was not something just anyone possessed.

Wang Dong had little interest in the Soul Tool lesson and instead looked somewhat impatient.

Jiang Yuheng naturally knew the reason: it was the influence of that Sea God in the heavens.

After all, the Tang Sect he had been so proud of had been ruined by Soul Tools. The petty Sea God naturally hated them beyond measure.

If not for the God of Destruction restraining him in the Divine Realm, and for the fact that Soul Tools were the inevitable trend, Tang San would certainly have destroyed the foundations of the Sun Moon Empire.

To put it in the words of a television drama, "The Douluo Continent does not permit something this overpowered to exist!"

Afternoon arrived, and the instant the dismissal bell rang on time, the students of Class 1 of New Students rushed out of the classroom like wild monkeys finally set free.

Jiang Yuheng stretched lazily. After sitting in the classroom for an entire afternoon, his backside had gone numb.

He had to go to bed early tonight. He could not stay up late today, because that old hag Zhou had said they would elect a Squad Leader tomorrow. She would surely torture them with running again.

"Let's go. I'm exhausted, let's hurry back." Wang Dong stood and called to Jiang Yuheng beside her.

"Sure. What are we eating tonight?" Jiang Yuheng asked.

Hearing that question, both Wang Dong and Huo Yuhao froze. They had been so tired during the day that they had no appetite now.

"We'll talk about it later. Let's sleep first."

"Same."

Just as the three of them walked out of the classroom, a familiar figure suddenly appeared. She rushed excitedly up to Jiang Yuheng and threw her arms around him.

"Little Brother Yuheng, I love you to death!"

The sudden embrace left all four people present stunned.

Huo Yuhao and Bei Bei widened their eyes. Jiang Yuheng stared at Tang Ya in his arms in surprise, both hands raised, while anxiously looking toward Wang Dong, whose gaze was growing increasingly unfriendly.

Tang Ya, on the other hand, was still immersed in the joy of suddenly becoming rich. She had never imagined that a single blueprint for a Level 3 defensive Soul Tool from Jiang Yuheng would sell for a million Gold Soul Coins—