Du Weilun

Mo Yuan pondered for a moment, then said, "You want to change things?"

"Of course. But even if I want to change things, what good would it do?" Bai Yi shook his head and sighed.

"Anyway, let's not talk about this. Just like you said, Brother Moyuan, we're talented, so we don't need to worry about any of that."

Mo Yuan glanced at Bai Yi, who was leaning against the window with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and fell into thought. He hadn't realized before that his roommate was so different from the natives of Douluo Continent.

But it was still too early to think about such things. No matter what ideas he had, he'd need enough strength to put them into practice. Pushing those thoughts aside, Mo Yuan closed his eyes and resumed cultivating.

After Mo Yuan shut his eyes, Bai Yi came back to himself and turned to look at him, watching the roommate he'd lived with for three months.

Thinking of Mo Yuan's strength and talent, Bai Yi's eyes filled with conflicted emotions. He gently rubbed the silver bracelet on his left wrist. It was his Soul Tool.

Bai Yi thought for a long time. Several times, he opened his mouth as if to say something, but each time, he swallowed the words before they could leave his lips. With a silent sigh, he returned to his bed and began cultivating as well.

Inside the Spirit System Director of Teaching's office, Director of Teaching Du Weilun sat behind his desk, carefully reviewing the results of each class's New Student Assessment. Every so often, he nodded with satisfaction.

Standing across from him were the homeroom teachers of this year's ten freshman classes. All ten stood quietly in place.

After reading for a while, Du Weilun put down the files and praised Mu Jin, who wore a faint smile.

"Mu Jin, your Class Nine really stood out in this assessment. Two of your teams achieved perfect records in the first round. Excellent."

After praising Mu Jin, Du Weilun offered comments on each of the other eight homeroom teachers in turn. But when he got to Zhou Yi, who wore a cold expression as if someone owed him money, Du Weilun's face darkened.

He was deeply displeased with this teacher, who'd abused her authority and expelled half her class just to improve her students' chances of advancing.

After all, only a few students at Shrek Academy came from ordinary backgrounds. Most had powerful families backing them.

If Zhou Yi expelled students at will, wouldn't their parents come to the academy and make a scene? Every time that happened, he, as the Director of Teaching, had to swallow his pride and handle it.

But there was nothing he could do. Though he wanted to kick Zhou Yi out of the academy, she had powerful connections.

Seeing Du Weilun's expression, the other seven homeroom teachers immediately understood what was going on. They glanced at Zhou Yi, who still wore a cold expression, and wisely kept quiet.

When immortals fought, mortals suffered. They were just ordinary teachers and didn't dare get involved in the affairs of their superiors.

But although they didn't dare, someone else did. As Zhou Yi's sworn rival and another admirer of Fan Yu, Mu Jin understood from Du Weilun's expression that it was time for him to step in.

"Zhou Yi, I hear the best-performing team in your Class One has two Soul Grandmasters and one Soul Master with just a single ring. That doesn't sound right." Mu Jin put on a puzzled expression.

"You always expel the weaker students ahead of time. How is it that the ones left are still this weak? Could it be you misjudged things and expelled some of the stronger students by mistake?"

The other seven homeroom teachers froze at that, then immediately fixed their eyes on the floor.

What a fascinating floor...

"Mu Jin, since when do you get to criticize my teaching methods?" Zhou Yi's expression turned cold. He didn't care that they were in the Director of Teaching's office and immediately fired back.

"Just because your Class Nine has two Soul Elders doesn't mean your teaching is good. You got lucky, that's all."

"Isn't luck part of strength? Those were your words, weren't they? And I need to correct you: our class has one Soul Elder and one Soul Ancestor."

After speaking with a mocking edge, Mu Jin's expression also turned cold.

"Zhou Yi, you'd better pray that your team runs into Mo Yuan's group and not Ning Tian's. Do you know why?"

"What do you mean?" Zhou Yi asked, puzzled. He knew Mo Yuan was a Soul Ancestor and Ning Tian a Soul Elder. Was Mu Jin saying Ning Tian's team was stronger than Mo Yuan's?

The other seven homeroom teachers, Du Weilun included, were intrigued. They'd all heard plenty about Mo Yuan—the eleven-year-old Soul Ancestor with a ten-thousand-year Fourth Soul Ring, a monster by any measure.

"Heh. If your team runs into Mo Yuan's group, at least you can lose with some dignity. Mo Yuan's plan is not to act unless his opponents have a Soul Elder—and, as it happens, your class doesn't have a single Soul Elder."

Mu Jin emphasized the words "not a single Soul Elder." His meaning was obvious.

"Mu Jin, you!" Zhou Yi was furious, but before he could respond, a loud crash cut him off.

Bang!

"Have you no shame? Both of you, shut up! This is my office, not a marketplace! If you want to argue, get out!"

Du Weilun slammed his hand on the desk and pointed at Mu Jin and Zhou Yi as he berated them. But on closer inspection, it was clear he was directing more of his anger at Zhou Yi than Mu Jin.

After all, he couldn't openly scold her, but surely he could do it indirectly.

"Director Du..." Zhou Yi had just started to say that Mu Jin was the one who'd provoked him when Du Weilun cut him off again.

"Get out, all of you!"

At that, Zhou Yi realized Du Weilun was directing his anger at him. He shot Mu Jin a furious glare, then stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Seeing that, the remaining homeroom teachers, Mu Jin included, didn't dare say another word. They hurried out of the Director of Teaching's office.

Once the door had closed, Du Weilun rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. In all his years as Director of Teaching, Zhou Yi had caused him a mountain of trouble almost every year.

If it weren't for Fan Yu, Du Weilun would've sent that teacher to guard the gates long ago.

He took a deep breath, easing some of his frustration, and happened to glance at the New Student Assessment results on his desk.

At that moment, one name caught his eye.

"Mo Yuan, Mu Jin..."

Du Weilun rubbed his chin with his right hand, lost in thought. Then he opened a cabinet, took a file from a drawer, and began reading.

The file was dated three months earlier and had been written by a Battle Soul Arena referee. It described an incident in which someone had cheated during Beibei and Xu Sanshi's match.

The incident had sparked heated debate among the students at the time, and it had also caught the attention of Du Weilun, the Director of Teaching.

After all, Beibei and Xu Sanshi were both famous, and each had powerful connections. Anything happening to either of them could cause a major uproar.

Reading the information in the file, Du Weilun suddenly smiled. A good plan for dealing with Zhou Yi had come to mind.

"Heh. Zhou Yi, you have Fan Yu backing you, so I can't get rid of you. But if you leave of your own accord, that's none of my concern."

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