Unfortunately, the hatred of the weak was always so powerless and laughable. Mo Yuan knew Huo Yuhao hated him, but he didn't care in the slightest.
So what if Huo Yuhao hated him? No matter how intense that hatred was, it couldn't cause him any real harm.
In the classroom of Newborn Class Nine, even though the bell had rung a while ago, the students were still heatedly discussing something.
Every face was filled with excitement and worry. Three months had flown by, and the New Student Assessment, which had once seemed so far away, was now right around the corner.
With their futures at stake—whether they could continue studying at Shrek Academy—everyone except those confident in their own strength couldn't help worrying about what lay ahead.
As the students discussed who they might team up with, they would sneak glances at Mo Yuan, their eyes filled with awe.
They secretly prayed that they would be assigned to the same team as Mo Yuan.
After all, with Mo Yuan's strength, as long as he was on the team, even if they were utterly useless, passing the New Student Assessment would be a sure thing. They might even win the championship.
Just then, crisp footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the classroom, drawing nearer. Mu Jin walked up to the podium with a stack of papers in hand. The once noisy classroom fell silent.
Mu Jin looked over the now-quiet students with satisfaction, then handed out the papers.
"Before I announce the New Student Assessment teams, write down your intended cultivation path on the paper in front of you."
After waiting until almost everyone had finished and collected the papers, Mu Jin opened her lesson plan under the students' expectant, anxious gazes.
"There are 102 students in our class, so we can form exactly 34 teams. Here are the assignments."
"Team One: Yang Xun, Yun Shan, Wei Yan."
"Team Two: Xu Sheng, Cao Chong, Guo Jia."
"..."
"Team Nineteen: Mo Yuan, Bai Yi, Nanmen Yun'er."
"Team Twenty: Ning Tian, Wu Feng, Luo Huan."
"..."
Below, Mo Yuan and Ning Tian barely reacted when they heard the assignments. They both knew that, given Class Nine's overall strength, this arrangement would give more students a chance to pass the assessment.
Wu Feng, on the other hand, was overjoyed to find herself on the same team as Ning Tian. Her face lit up with happiness.
No one knew how frustrated she'd been over the past three months. Ning Tian, who used to be by her side all the time, now spent every day with Mo Yuan.
Wu Feng had watched it all, wounded and helpless. She'd tried everything to separate the two, but none of it had worked. In the end, all she could do was sit alone in their quiet dormitory.
Hearing Wu Feng's silly laughter, Mo Yuan exchanged a helpless smile with Ning Tian. What a poor girl. She was so easily satisfied...
Just then, Mo Yuan suddenly felt a burning gaze on him. He followed it and saw a young woman watching him from the front of the classroom.
She had unusual, pale green hair, delicate features, and fair skin. Her beautiful brown eyes were gentle, and her fragile, demure air stirred a protective tenderness in anyone who saw her.
When the young woman realized Mo Yuan had looked straight at her, she froze for a moment. A hint of shyness flickered in her warm eyes, but she didn't look away. Instead, she gave him a small nod and a perfect smile.
"Brother Moyuan, that's Nanmen Yun'er. Her Martial Soul is the Jade Green Bird, and she's a Level 24 Agile Attack System Soul Master. Her talent is among the best in this year's class."
Seeing Mo Yuan calmly look away from Nanmen Yun'er without showing any particular interest, Ning Tian secretly breathed a sigh of relief and introduced her.
Mo Yuan nodded. He remembered Nanmen Yun'er quite well from when he'd read the Original Work. Her name and appearance had both made him think she was an important character, but after that, she had barely appeared again.
Still, she was certainly beautiful. By his standards, she was on the same level as Jiang Nannan, Ning Tian, and Wu Feng in the Outer Court.
Before long, Mu Jin finished announcing all the teams. She really was good at teaching, and almost no one objected to their assignments.
Apart from Ning Tian and Mo Yuan's teams, all the others had members whose strengths complemented one another well.
As for not being assigned to Mo Yuan or Ning Tian's team, it was a shame, of course, but everyone knew they were aiming for the championship. The rest of them would only be dead weight.
"I formed these teams after carefully considering your Martial Souls and how well they complement one another.
"If anyone is unhappy with their assignment, you can raise an objection, but only this morning. By this afternoon, all the teams will be finalized and cannot be changed.
"Today's lessons are canceled. If you have no questions, you may leave now. But I suggest you hurry and learn about your teammates' Martial Souls and Soul Skills. That will improve your chances of passing the assessment."
"All right, that's all I have to say. Class dismissed."
With that, Mu Jin picked up her lesson plan and left the classroom. As soon as she was gone, the students, who had been itching to move, burst into lively discussion.
They began looking for their teammates, then left the classroom with them.
Before long, the huge classroom was empty except for the six members of Mo Yuan and Ning Tian's teams. Among them was Luo Huan from Ning Tian's team, along with Nanmen Yun'er, who was quietly watching them from nearby.
Luo Huan was a quiet, somewhat introverted girl who wore glasses. She introduced herself as a Level 23 Agile Attack System Soul Master with the Beast Martial Soul, the Agate Spirit Cat.
Their tactical combination with Ning Tian was not perfect, but they still made a good team.
Although Ning Tian's team had a Support System Soul Elder in her, they might still lose against a well-rounded, powerful team, especially compared to teams with a Strong Attack System Soul Elder.
So, after they'd briefly gotten to know one another, Ning Tian took a long look at Nanmen Yun'er, who stood not far from Mo Yuan, gentle-eyed and demure. Then she left with Wu Feng and Luo Huan to work out a strategy.
"Brother Moyuan, what should we do now? Talk tactics? I don't think there's any need. Forget you, Brother Moyuan—I reckon there aren't many teams that could beat us even if I fought alone."
Bai Yi propped his hands behind his head and leaned lazily against the desk. Mo Yuan didn't contradict his rather arrogant claim.
Bai Yi was right. Over the past three months, Mo Yuan had sparred with him several times. Those matches had confirmed that Bai Yi's Martial Soul really did come from Light Feather Douluo, one of the Five Offerings of Spirit Hall from ten thousand years ago.
Mo Yuan also had a general idea of Bai Yi's strength. Unless he ran into an abnormal opponent like Wang Dong, he could crush anyone below Level 30.
As for Bai Yi's background, Mo Yuan hadn't tried to investigate it.
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