Choosing the Class Monitor

One night passed, morning arrived.

Chen Ye and Tang Wulin were the first to arrive at the classroom, and not long after they came, the other students filed in one after another.

Compared to the very beginning of the primary class, this group of nine-year-old children was noticeably more mature than the six- or seven-year-olds.

After all, children in the Douluo World grew up early; they could start dating by the time they were in their teens.

As the students gradually gathered, Xu Xiaoyan and Gu Yue also walked in.

Xu Xiaoyan's gaze swept across the students' faces, quickly locking onto two people.

One had delicate features like a Porcelain Doll, the other had deep, sharply defined features.

Her eyes turned to Gu Yue beside her. The diary had written that Gu Yue and her Fiancé were Senior Martial Brother and Junior Martial Sister.

"Gu Yue, do you know which one is Chen Ye?" Xu Xiaoyan's tone carried a hint of curiosity.

Gu Yue glanced at her, roughly able to guess that the reason she had invited her along was probably to identify Chen Ye, but she didn't mind.

"Just Chen Ye's Fiancée. How could someone like him agree to any family alliance?"

"This big jerk would never agree to any Marriage Alliance, but if Xu Xiaoyan threw herself at him, he might really end up with one on each arm."

Gu Yue thought this far, then suddenly fell silent. She didn't like him anyway.

Whether he had three wives and four concubines or one on each arm, what did it have to do with her?

Why should she be angry?

A trace of confusion flickered in Gu Yue's eyes, but she still subconsciously pointed to where Chen Ye was sitting.

Xu Xiaoyan's gaze followed Gu Yue's finger toward Chen Ye, her eyes full of curiosity.

As for their stares, Chen Ye naturally noticed them too. He turned his head slightly and saw two beautiful girls standing there.

Compared to the two refined handsome guys, Chen Ye and Tang Wulin, most of the students' attention was drawn to Gu Yue and Xu Xiaoyan.

Especially Xu Xiaoyan. At this age, boys and girls only looked at appearances; they didn't value temperament much, or rather, couldn't sense it.

Xu Xiaoyan had long Pale Blue hair, and standing there, she was like God's most beautiful masterpiece. Many of the male students' gazes landed on her.

Their eyes sparkled with stars, along with the budding curiosity and fondness for the opposite sex that young boys were just beginning to feel.

But these classmates only glanced a few times before immediately sitting up straight, heads lowered, not daring to speak.

Gu Yue and Xu Xiaoyan were startled. They turned their heads slightly and saw a cool, handsome guy standing behind them.

Wu Changkong looked down at the two of them, his voice calm but brooking no argument: "Go back to your seats and sit down. I'm your homeroom teacher. We're going to elect a Class Monitor now."

"Anyone interested in the Class Monitor position can raise their hand, then go outside and compete."

Wu Changkong said this casually. After all, this was how he had learned at Shrek, so he didn't see anything wrong with it now.

Hearing his words, Chen Ye raised his hand, followed by two other Young Men behind him. Aside from the three of them, everyone else chose to abstain.

Gu Yue turned her head to look at the two Young Men who had raised their hands behind her, frowning slightly.

The two sat together, their gazes simultaneously landing on Chen Ye.

Xu Xiaoyan's voice sounded beside Gu Yue: "Sister Gu Yue, who do you think will win among the three? Can Chen Ye beat them?"

Xu Xiaoyan's tone was curious, but Gu Yue only glanced at her calmly, then turned her head slightly without speaking.

Wu Changkong saw that only three people were participating and showed a trace of disappointment, but he still nodded:

"Alright, then it'll be you three. How do you want to fight?"

Wu Changkong said this, ready to call the students out to the square.

But just then, the Young Man who had raised his hand earlier stood up, his gaze fixed on Chen Ye:

"Personally, I don't think there's much to compare. He can't match our strength."

"I advise you to just surrender. When we start fighting, you might get hurt."

The Young Man paused, then swept his gaze over the surrounding classmates and announced loudly: "Hello everyone, I'm Zhang Ziyang, martial soul Dark Illusion Demon, 22nd-level Soul Grand Master!"

Zhang Ziyang paused there, his gaze sweeping over the classmates, taking in the surprise in their eyes, a hint of pride on his face.

Becoming a Two Rings at nine years old, possessing the strength of Two Rings, he could definitely be considered a genius.

He reached out and patted the Young Man beside him. The Young Man was silent for a moment, then stood up and looked at the classmates, introducing himself:

"My name is Wang Jinxi, martial soul Bone Dragon King, 23rd-level assault-type Soul Grand Master."

"Just surrender directly. If the two of us really go all out, it's easy to hurt you."

The two spoke casually, as if the Class Monitor position was already theirs.

Chen Ye didn't stand up. He just turned his head slightly to look at the two, a look of interest in his eyes: "That's a bit interesting. Have you two already decided the Class Monitor spot?"

"But what if I don't accept it?"

Chen Ye said with a smile. He wasn't angry. A dragon facing an ant wouldn't feel displeased by the ant's provocation.

Because if they didn't lower their heads, they couldn't even see the ant, so how could they be angered by its challenge?

Unfortunately, Chen Ye wasn't a dragon right now. He was still being publicly humiliated in class.

"You can come find me privately, or you can beat me during the match itself—but you chose this direct form of mockery."

Chen Ye shook his head at the two of them. They hadn't taken him seriously at all, nor had they given him any face. Since that was the case, he naturally wouldn't hold back.

"Teacher, please head to the plaza. I'll take them both on—the two of them against me. If they win, the class monitor position is naturally theirs."

"If they lose, I want you to apologize to me and admit that you're weak. I just wonder if the two of you dare?"

Chen Ye had been looking at Wu Changkong, but when he reached the last sentence, he tilted his head slightly toward the two.

Hearing Chen Ye's words, the two didn't stand on ceremony and walked straight outside.

"Let's go. Since this class monitor selection is so interesting, everyone might as well come along and watch." Wu Changkong's calm voice rang out, and he followed them out.

Arriving at the plaza, both sides took their positions.

Zhang Ziyang and Wang Jinxi stared at Chen Ye as two yellow soul rings descended upon them simultaneously.

But before the two could say anything else before the match, Chen Ye stepped forward.

No soul rings fell on him, yet his movements were extremely fast.

Before the two had even fully released their martial souls and could react, he threw a punch at each of them.

The two fell to the ground like sandbags, knocked flat.

Wang Jinxi stared blankly at the young man before him, his eyes filled with disbelief: "How can you be this strong? Without releasing a martial soul, how can anyone have such terrifying power?"

"He might be born with divine strength, Jinxi!" Zhang Ziyang shouted, turning his gaze to Wang Jinxi.

The two had grown up together for years; a single hint was enough for them to understand.

Watching Chen Ye walk toward the edge of the arena, the two didn't hesitate at all and clasped hands.

A dark aura enveloped their bodies, and the surrounding power converged toward them.