Latex Suit, Wu Feng, Ning Tian

"An Zhen, Ning Tian."

The young man and woman stood up.

Mu Jin nodded with satisfaction, her gaze lingering on An Zhen. She hadn't realized before that her class held such a treasure.

"From now on, they are our class's president and vice-president. Ning Tian is the student with the highest cultivation in our class, a three-ring Soul Elder. An Zhen is ranked above Ning Tian because, two days ago, under the supervision of one of our academy's Titled Douluo, he directly defeated Xu Sanshi, one of the Outer Court's Twin Stars, who is in the sixth grade."

"Hiss~"

Many students gasped, looking at the young man and woman standing side-by-side like a golden couple.

A sixth-grade senior, one of the Outer Court's Twin Stars.

Without a doubt, he was an elite among elites.

"The academy has always advocated for the capable to lead. Whoever can defeat them can take their place. However, Ning Tian is a support-type Soul Master, so the challenge was accepted by An Zhen."

An Zhen raised his hand.

"Speak."

"Teacher, I'm actually also a support-type Soul Master."

Mu Jin:?

The youthful woman subconsciously looked at the lesson plan in her hand, surprised to see that 'support-type Soul Master' was indeed written next to An Zhen's name.

Classmates:?

Support-type?

Can supports fight across levels these days?

Ning Tian was stunned.

But she quickly realized that the battle presided over by a Titled Douluo could not have been faked.

"But your Martial Soul does possess very powerful combat abilities."

"But he has even more powerful support abilities." An Zhen just wanted to be a support in the back row.

"Your application…"

Mu Jin narrowed her eyes, gazing at the young man.

"Whatever you say goes."

An Zhen knew what was important. As an obedient, model student, how could he not follow his teacher's arrangements?

"Then the class officer positions are settled."

Mu Jin swept her gaze over the students and said loudly, "I'll give you some time to get to know each other and adjust your states. A few students will collect the learning materials. In one hour, we will head to the Battle Soul Arena."

"Your admission scores are all on paper to me. I need to understand your actual combat abilities to group you appropriately, giving you the best chance to pass the freshman assessment in three months."

"Ugh."

As soon as the teacher left, An Zhen slumped onto his desk.

Class president, what a hassle…

"Class President, please take care of me in the future." The blonde girl winked playfully.

"Can't take care of you at all."

A dejected voice sounded. The young man suddenly turned around, startling Wu Feng, who had been craning her neck to observe the distance between Ning Tian and An Zhen. "Do you want to be class president?"

The girl, who had been holding her breath and about to get angry, heard this and saw the expectant look in his eyes. She was suddenly taken aback.

"Okay… no, I can't."

Just as she was about to happily agree, Wu Feng shook her head like a rattle drum, her red hair seeming to dance like a flame.

"How can I be above my young lady?"

"I didn't expect you to be a young lady too." An Zhen looked at Ning Tian beside him.

"Let me formally introduce myself. I am Ning Tian of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Clan. This is my childhood sister, Wu Feng. Her Martial Soul is the Red Dragon." The blonde girl introduced herself elegantly and gracefully, her every move demonstrating admirable etiquette.

"An Zhen. My Martial Soul is World."

"World…"

The girls murmured softly.

To actually have such a Martial Soul?!

Undoubtedly, anything associated with these words was extremely powerful, let alone the words themselves. But what kind of world was it? A pocket dimension? How was it manifested?

As the young lady of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Clan, Ning Tian had a general understanding of the strength of Xu Sanshi, one of the Outer Court's Twin Stars. To defeat him at this age, he was a genius, a super genius!

"The young lady of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Clan?"

An Zhen's eyes lit up, feignedly.

"You don't want to be below anyone, right? How about we switch places?"

The fiery-haired girl with a hot figure suddenly found An Zhen more pleasing to the eye.

"The capable shall have it."

The young girl smiled and gently shook her head.

But An Zhen didn't need to make his own records look better.

He wanted to go to the virtual world to play with beautiful girls.

Sigh, Class 1 is Zhou Yi's territory. Applying to Director Du would be almost impossible. His own successful application was likely due to the attention of big shots like Xuan Lao. Moreover, Zhou Yi is unapproachable to anyone outside her own circle. Unless he could use his third Soul Skill to pull them into the virtual world.

He was level 24 now.

If things went smoothly, he'd be level 25 tonight.

After all, he originally had the innate talent of Innate Full Soul Power, plus the acceleration from the virtual world. Growing up, he'd consumed many treasures harmless to his potential, and things like Whale Rubber were plentiful. His adoptive grandfather was Jing Hongchen, after all.

"If only I had a Soul Ascension Pill or an immortal herb."

An Zhen wanted to be fed by a rich, powerful woman.

"You're dreaming."

Wu Feng, sitting behind An Zhen, rolled her eyes.

Immortal herbs had only appeared a handful of times in history.

"Life is already like this, can't I at least dream of good things?"

"Uh..."

Wu Feng was speechless. She suddenly felt like his reasoning made a lot of sense.

The golden-haired girl's beautiful eyes reflected the image of the handsome young man lying on the desk with his eyes closed. A flash of inspiration crossed her mind.

Virtual world.

Create a cultivation clone.

Any progress, no matter how small, is still progress.

"Meaty."

Beneath the school uniform trousers, a pair of slender, well-formed legs were encased in black, tight-fitting rubber. They were firm and strong.

Beast Martial SoulSoul Master, especially those with larger physiques like dragons or bears, experience some physical changes when their martial soul is attached. Wu Feng's red dragon form would manifest flames. Currently, she probably couldn't control it as well as Ma Xiaotao or Liu Erlong. This rubber suit was likely custom-made to handle such situations.

Great.

"It makes a great pillow."

In his field of vision, a rounded black mass blocked half of An Zhen's sight. The black rubber suit showcased the girl's beautiful figure to its fullest. The deep black added a touch of mysterious allure, combined with her slightly naive and seemingly not-so-bright expression, it was both cute and seductive.

Did girls with fiercer beast Martial Souls all develop so well?

Like Ma Xiaotao?

Recalling his own blue-haired Loli, An Zhen wasn't worried. The future was promising.

Lying on the soft thighs, the golden-haired young lady wore a cyan dress, exuding classical elegance. Her slender, fair legs rested on the young man's back.

"By the way, about Xiao Yutong..."

The wall disappeared, and An Zhen's gaze shifted to the sports field in front of the teaching building below.

He watched the small figure, lagging far behind the main group, panting as she moved her legs, sweat pouring down, tears on her hair shimmering in the sunlight.

"Purely to filter outstanding students, heh. No wonder the success rate of your students is so high."

After a while.

In the eyes of his classmates, the class monitor, who had slept for nearly an hour, slowly opened his sleepy eyes and even stretched.

"An Zhen."

A hand poked An Zhen's back.

The girl's eyes seemed to burn with flames as she said excitedly, "I challenge you."

"Alright, but the loser has to grant the winner one reasonable request."

"Deal!"

Wu Feng wanted to change seats!

Two chapters a day, five thousand characters in total. One chapter at noon, one in the afternoon.