Cat and Dog

Afternoon.

"Teams."

"Assault, agility, control, support, defense."

"The Shrek Seven Monsters are the continent's finest team not only because each of them is outstanding individually, but also because of their exceptional coordination and tacit understanding."

"After getting to know one another this morning, you have also seen how the other students performed in battle. Now, form three-person teams based on your mutual preferences and report them to me. These will be your teams for the freshman assessment three months from now. I will make appropriate adjustments according to your abilities."

The moment Mu Jin finished speaking.

The entire class subconsciously looked toward An Zhen and Ning Tian.

An Zhen had decisively defeated Wu Feng, who possessed the Red Dragon Martial Soul. Moreover, there was also the matter of him defeating a sixth-year senior.

As for Ning Tian, there was no need to mention the powerful support abilities of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. She was also a three-ring Soul Master.

Mu Jin stood quietly at the podium and watched.

As long as there were no major issues with a team's composition, she basically would not interfere with the students' choices.

This situation was actually quite unfair to some students. Geniuses had never liked being around fools, and outstanding people were always drawn to one another. One team might consist entirely of Soul Masters above level twenty-five, while another might be made up of stragglers who had only barely passed Shrek Academy's admission threshold. Such a situation was practically inevitable.

Yet performance in the freshman assessment was tied to every student's future. Naturally, she could not force exceptional students to lead mediocre ones through the assessment, because that would be unfair to the exceptional students. Perhaps choosing their teams according to their own wishes would have allowed them to achieve better results, only for their performance to become mediocre because someone held them back. Besides, they had no obligation to do so.

She had already provided the platform.

One's connections were also part of one's strength. That part depended on the students' own abilities.

"An Zhen."

The golden-haired girl turned around and extended her fair, jade-like hand. Her azure eyes resembled gemstones beneath a clear blue sky. The girl with extraordinary bearing said earnestly, "I want to invite you to form a team with Wu Feng and me, and win this freshman assessment."

This was not a sudden idea.

She had planned it long ago.

Ning Tian had arrived at the academy on the first day of freshman registration. As the child of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's clan leader, she understood what had allowed her clan to stand firm on this continent for tens of thousands of years. As the Young Master, cultivating connections that belonged solely to her was the highest priority. Shrek Academy, a place that gathered the vast majority of the continent's geniuses, was the ideal location.

After learning of An Zhen's deeds, she had set her sights on him.

"Sure."

An Zhen did not care much about forming a team, but if his teammates were soft, sweet girls, that was even better.

The strongest person in the class had teamed up with the strongest support, with a powerful assault-type Soul Master included as well.

Although Wu Feng had looked weak when facing An Zhen, after the Red Dragon Girl recovered that morning, she had directly established her position in the class through her actions.

The class monitor ignored the disappointed, resentful looks from the other students. She did not even say anything to her new teammates before pulling a soft pillow from her desk.

Ning Tian, Wu Feng: ?

Other students: ?

The students all turned to look at Teacher Mu Jin on the podium.

Although their teacher had just allowed them to freely discuss and choose teammates, was sleeping directly in class not a little too outrageous?

"An Zhen's situation is somewhat special. In this state where his martial soul is activated, he can cultivate without delaying class. This has already been confirmed by Director Du," Mu Jin said.

Though she found it strange as well.

But the higher-ups had said so. Besides, whether it was real or an act, time would eventually reveal the truth.

"How weird."

The Red Dragon Girl commented skeptically, but she did not reach out to poke the boy's back. Disturbing someone while they were cultivating was extremely impolite.

"Campus adjustment mode."

In the Virtual World, the handsome boy rose from his seat.

The NPC puppet cultivated.

Although activating the Virtual World in the dormitory could completely envelop even the girls' dormitory upstairs, and the Virtual World's size was determined by the strength of his soul, meaning there would be no things like spiritual detection—it was more like a higher-dimensional covering—he had been accompanying Xiao Yutong and Wang Dong'er every night lately.

"The classroom atmosphere feels better."

More exciting.

"You agree, don't you, Ning Tian?"

The young lady's skin was exceptionally well cared for, fair and tender with a faint fragrance. Her shoulder-length hair transformed in an instant into a golden waterfall that fell to her waist. Her slender waist looked as though it could be encircled in one hand. Though the girl's proud curves were not as full as Wu Feng's, they were still quite impressive.

A close-fitting white dress wrapped around her slender, tall body. Her perky little butt gained a fluffy-looking cat tail, while snow-white cat ears appeared atop Ning Tian's head. Her delicate jade feet wore a pair of thin white silk stockings.

"Then become a kitten."

"Meow~"

A hint of liveliness and dependence appeared in her sky-blue eyes. Her white silk-clad jade feet stepped on the carpet An Zhen had laid out. With both hands pressed against the floor, she sat with her white silk pantyhose-wrapped butt on the soles of her own feet, which were covered in white silk.

The adorable pet pounced into her master's embrace.

A noble and elegant young lady.

An obedient little kitten.

The enormous contrast possessed a unique allure and beauty.

The boy's fingers gently pinched the soft cheeks of the white silk catgirl. His slender fingers entered her cherry-red mouth, and like a kitten that had found a beloved toy, she instinctively sucked on them.

"You can't get anything from sucking fingers."

"This is a very serious matter. It may even determine whether you can pass the freshman assessment three months from now."

At the podium, the teacher lectured sternly.

Below the podium, the boy held the catgirl in his arms.

Feeling somewhat restless, An Zhen tightly embraced the delicate body in his arms. His hands held her two white silk-clad jade feet. "How can a cute kitten not have a cat teaser?"

"Meow meow meow?"

Ning Tian's azure eyes were full of confusion as she watched her bare, fair soles press together and rub against each other.

"Some emotions are better released."

An Zhen lazily stretched.

The world was so wonderful.

Cute Huo Yutong, exquisite Wang Dong'er—spending time with Beautiful Girls truly was pleasant. Yet An Zhen also had worldly desires. Having thoughts about little girls made one a bastard, but girls at this age already looked about the same as high school students from his previous life.

An Zhen was a normal male.

A boy in puberty, full of boundless energy.

"Hm?"

An Zhen suddenly sensed something unusual. With a light wave of his hand, a boy sitting in meditation with his eyes closed appeared before him.

It was his NPC puppet.

"His meditation speed seems to have increased."

A silver Spiritual Light flashed through his pitch-black eyes. In an instant, countless streams of fluorescent light flowing in a regular pattern reflected in An Zhen's vision. Those flowing lights were the power of heaven and earth being refined and absorbed, as well as the Soul Power within his body.

His meditation speed had indeed increased.

It had risen from roughly one-tenth of his full speed when Huo Yutong was present to six-tenths.

"It is not because the Virtual World has increased its amplification, but because the Virtual World is resisting the suppression of the Douluo Plane."

Without question, the Douluo world at this time had not yet given birth to something like a Plane Lord, an existence similar to the will of the Heavenly Dao. Without subjective consciousness, all its actions relied on instinct. Its suppression would not intensify due to the Virtual World's resistance. It was like placing a stone on an ant's head. Whether the ant resisted or not, the stone would always remain the same size. It was somewhat similar to an artificial idiot that only acted according to rules.

As for how An Zhen knew?

The world's instinct, probably.

Just as humans were born knowing to drink milk with their mouths.

"But resistance always comes at a cost."

Within his lively black eyes, emotions and humanity were being stripped away bit by bit, in the literal sense.

An Zhen did not stop the Virtual World's resistance.

He could control it, but there was no need.

"This is an unexpected blessing."

The boy resisting a greater world for the first time spoke with a beaming smile, wearing an expression of delight over this sudden opportunity. If one ignored the emotionless chill in his eyes, he would truly have been a lovable young man.

Only under pressure could one grow.

An Zhen could clearly sense the Virtual World expanding at this moment, while the strength of his soul slowly began to increase at an accelerated pace.

There were still relatively few ways to increase soul power in this world.

This era had not yet developed a specialized cultivation system. Even a detailed classification of realms had yet to emerge.

Aside from spiritual-type martial souls, consuming immortal herbs, Purple Demon Eye, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm...

"By resisting suppression and enduring the tempering of a greater world, one can accelerate the growth of soul power."

"However, this method cannot be used often. Alternatively, the resistance must be kept within a certain limit, one that will not cause too much loss of emotion."

He needed to control the intensity of that resistance.

He needed an NPC to serve as an emotional recovery device.

An Zhen reached out and pulled over the red-haired girl who was listening attentively to the lesson. A pair of dog-ear accessories appeared on Wu Feng's head.

Her curvy figure was wrapped in a white school uniform. Below her knee-length skirt, a pair of over-the-knee black silk stockings that dug slightly into the flesh appeared on her long, strong legs.

This was the wager An Zhen had made Wu Feng fulfill.

He was not some bad person who bullied girls. How could he possibly do anything excessive?

After taking off her short boots, her long calf was gently placed over the boy's thigh. An Zhen's fingers lightly hooked the edge of the black silk stockings that pressed into her flesh, pulled, then released. The elastic material snapped directly against her firm, powerful thigh.

That was a little suggestive.

The pads of the five fingers on his right hand caressed the smooth black silk, moving down along her straight, beautiful calf. They passed the graceful, supple curve formed by her heel and ankle, then her soft yet springy sole, and finally her round, plump toes.

To be honest, An Zhen did not have any particular fondness for feet.

He simply appreciated beautiful things.

"With the cultivation speed controlled at half of full speed, the intensity of resistance is just right. Neither too much nor too little. It is just that it occasionally needs an outlet."

Holding a bare-footed catgirl and a black silk doggirl, the boy reclined halfway on a comfortable bed while watching the teacher lecture at the podium, making this judgment.

Aaaah! I revised it so many times before it finally passed. I have absolutely no idea what violated the rules. QAQ