Du Weilun

Moyuan pondered for a moment before saying, "You want to change these?"

"Of course, but what's the point even if I want to change them?" Bai Yi shook his head and sighed, "Alright, let's not talk about this. Anyway, as you said, Brother Mo, we have talent and don't need to worry about these things."

Glancing at Bai Yi, who was leaning against the window with a thoughtful look in his eyes, Moyuan mused. He hadn't realized before that his roommate was quite different from the natives of the Douluo Continent.

However, it was still too early to think about these things. Even if he had ideas, he needed to be strong enough to implement them. Suppressing his thoughts, Moyuan closed his eyes again to meditate and cultivate.

After Moyuan closed his eyes, Bai Yi snapped out of his reverie. He turned his gaze to Moyuan, looking at his roommate of three months.

Recalling Moyuan's strength and talent, Bai Yi's eyes showed a conflicted expression. He gently rubbed a silver bracelet on his left wrist, which was his Soul Tool.

Bai Yi thought for a long time. During this time, he opened his mouth several times as if to say something, but in the end, he swallowed the words back. With a silent sigh, he sat back on his bed and began to cultivate as well.

In the office of the Head of the Martial Soul Department, Director Du Weilun sat behind his desk, carefully reviewing the results of the new student assessments for each class, occasionally nodding with satisfaction.

Opposite him stood the homeroom teachers of the ten classes for this batch of new students. All ten stood quietly.

After reviewing for a while, Du Weilun put down the documents and praised Mu Jin, who had a faint smile on his face, "Mu Jin, your Class Nine really shone this time! Two of your teams achieved perfect victories in the first round of the assessment. Excellent."

After praising Mu Jin, Du Weilun commented on the other eight homeroom teachers. When it was Zhou Yi's turn, who had a cold expression as if someone owed her money, Du Weilun's face darkened.

He was very displeased with this teacher who, for the sake of enrollment rates, had arbitrarily expelled more than half of the students in her class.

After all, students who could come to Shrek Academy to study were rarely ordinary. Most of them had family backing.

If Zhou Yi arbitrarily expelled students, wouldn't their parents come to the academy to cause trouble? Every time this happened, he, as the director, had to put on a brave face and resolve the issue.

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

Seeing Du Weilun's expression, the other seven homeroom teachers immediately understood what was going on. They quietly glanced at Zhou Yi, who still had a cold expression, and dared not say anything.

When gods fight, mortals suffer. They were just ordinary teachers and didn't dare to get involved in upper-level matters.

But someone dared. Mu Jin, Zhou Yi's arch-rival and someone who also liked Fan Yu, saw Du Weilun's expression and knew it was his turn to act.

"Zhou Yi, the best team in your Class One this time has two Soul Grand Masters leading a Soul Master with only one soul ring? That shouldn't be the case," Mu Jin said with feigned confusion.

"You always expel students with poor performance in advance. How is it that the remaining students are still of this caliber? Could it be that you were mistaken and expelled some students with good strength?"

Upon hearing this, the seven homeroom teachers were stunned and then all stared intently at the floor.

The floor was so... floor-like...

"Mu Jin, when did my teaching methods become your business to comment on?" Zhou Yi's face turned cold. Regardless of whether they were in the director's office, she immediately retorted, "Don't think that just because your Class Nine has two Soul Elders, your teaching quality is good. It's just luck."

"Luck is also a part of strength, wasn't that what you said before? Also, I need to correct you, our class has one Soul Elder and one Soul Ancestor,"

Mu Jin said sarcastically, his expression also turning cold.

"Zhou Yi, you'd better pray that your team encounters Moyuan and his group, not Ning Tian. Do you know why?"

"What do you mean?" Zhou Yi was confused. She knew Moyuan was a Soul Ancestor and Ning Tian was a Soul Elder. Hearing Mu Jin's words, did it mean Ning Tian's team was stronger than Moyuan's?

The other seven homeroom teachers, including Du Weilun, became interested. They had all heard of Moyuan's name. An eleven-year-old Soul Ancestor with a ten-thousand-year fourth soul ring was undeniably a monster.

"Heh heh, of course, it's so that your team can lose more gracefully if they encounter Moyuan's group. After all, Moyuan's plan is that he won't make a move unless the opponent has a Soul Elder. And coincidentally, your class has no Soul Elders."

Mu Jin emphasized the words "no Soul Elders," making his meaning clear.

"Mu Jin, you!" Zhou Yi was furious, but just as she was about to retort, she was interrupted by a loud bang.

BANG!

"What kind of behavior is this! All of you, shut up! This is my office, not a marketplace! If you want to argue, get out!"

Du Weilun slammed the table and yelled at Mu Jin and Zhou Yi. However, if one looked closely, it was clear that Du Weilun was scolding Zhou Yi more than Mu Jin.

After all, if he couldn't scold her directly, he could at least scold her indirectly.

"Director Du..." Zhou Yi started, wanting to say that Mu Jin had provoked her first, but after only two words, Du Weilun cut her off again.

"Get out!"

As soon as he said this, Zhou Yi realized that Du Weilun was directing his anger at her. She glared coldly at Mu Jin before slamming the door and leaving.

Seeing this, the remaining homeroom teachers, including Mu Jin, dared not say anything more and quickly exited the director's office.

The door closed, and Du Weilun rubbed his temples, feeling a headache. He had been the director for so many years, and almost every year, Zhou Yi caused him a lot of trouble.

If it weren't for Fan Yu, he would have long ago sent that teacher to guard the gate.

Taking a deep breath to relieve some of his displeasure, Du Weilun's gaze inadvertently swept over the new student assessment results on his desk.

It was at this glance that a name caught his eye.

"Moyuan, Mu Jin..."

Du Weilun gently rubbed his chin with his right hand, a thoughtful expression on his face. He then opened a cabinet and took out a file from a drawer to review.

This file was dated three months ago and was written by a referee from the Battle Soul Arena. It concerned an incident of cheating during the match between Beibei and Xu Sanshi.

This matter not only caused heated discussions among the students at the time, but also caught the attention of the dean.

After all, Beibei and Xu Sanshi were not only famous, but their backgrounds were even more formidable. An accident involving either of them would have caused huge repercussions.

Looking at the information recorded above, Du Weilun suddenly smiled. A good idea to deal with Zhou Yi emerged in his mind.

"Heh heh, Zhou Yi, I can't get rid of you with Fan Yu backing you up. But if you leave on your own, it won't be my concern."

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