Self-Introduction

[Xiao Who Plays the Flute: That's right. If it weren't for the pill Brother Chu Mo gave me, I probably wouldn't even be able to stand up right now.]

[Ice Frog is Stronger than Poison Frog: Who exactly are you, Little Cat? You actually trust Shrek so much. Could it be that you're a student at Shrek Academy too?]

[Ice Frog is Stronger than Poison Frog: @Tang Ya, @Wang Dong'er is Not a Girl, @Xiao Who Plays the Flute, @Grilled Fish Girl, check around the academy after class. I want to see who exactly is saying these things.]

[Wang Dong'er is Not a Girl: Looking at your previous messages, you seem to have a strong aversion to Spirit Hall. Combined with the information you just gave, you wouldn't happen to be the descendant of someone strange, would you?]

Zhu Zhuqing: ???

She is her own descendant? Why does that sound so convoluted?

Pah, this isn't even about being convoluted! This is simply impossible!

Zhu Zhuqing had already finished studying the Chat Group and saw the button to exit, but she felt the group was quite interesting. Being able to turn it off and on didn't affect anything.

Furthermore, it allowed her to see the situation on Douluo Planet at any time, which she still felt nostalgic for. Besides, since Tang Wutong was in the group, there certainly wouldn't be any danger, and she missed her; being able to watch over her like this wasn't bad at all.

There was also the lucky draw. Although she didn't think she could draw anything that would be of help to a god like her, if she really did manage to get something, she could give it to Tang Wutong.

It was also a way to pass the time—killing many birds with one stone.

Precisely because she had these thoughts, she didn't want to expose the fact that she was from the God Realm. After all, the other group members were all from Douluo Planet, and that would create a sense of distance.

Moreover, it wouldn't be good to let Tang Wutong know that this was Tang San's plan; Zhu Zhuqing didn't want to cause any repercussions because of that.

[Cat Who Controls Speed: I'm from the Zhu Family Duke Mansion. I don't have any grand status, so no need to guess. I haven't been to Shrek Academy, I've just heard of it, so I admire it quite a bit.]

[Wang Dong'er is Not a Girl: Oh, so you're from the Zhu family. No wonder there's a 'cat' in your name.]

[Ice Frog is Stronger than Poison Frog: Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to expose yourself. Can you tell us your name then?]

"Ah, this..."

Seeing that she was asked to state her name, Zhu Zhuqing was stunned. How was she supposed to answer this? She couldn't very well say it was a coincidence of names.

[Cat Who Controls Speed: Just call me Sister Yun.]

[Ice Frog is Stronger than Poison Frog: Sister Yun? You want people to call you sister right off the bat? That's not very polite.]

Currently, the only ones in the group referred to as brother or sister were the group owner, Chu Mo, and the senior student from the academy, Tang Ya.

And neither of them forced anyone to call them that. Wasn't she being a bit too pretentious?

Zhu Zhuqing, seeing this message, didn't feel anything of the sort.

"Well, it's not like they can call me little sister, can they?"

Counting by the standards of the God Realm, she was nearly 50 years old, and by the standards of the lower realm, she was over ten thousand. Being called sister was perfectly fine; did they want to call her ancestor?

[Wang Dong'er is Not a Girl: Hehe, forget the sister part. Let's just call you Little Sister Yun. We have class now, let's chat next time.]

After saying this, Wang Dong'er went offline immediately. This time, not only did the corner of Zhu Zhuqing's mouth twitch, but her eyelid jumped as well.

"Honestly... whatever, the ignorant are not to be blamed."

After her initial flare of anger, Zhu Zhuqing quickly calmed down. She couldn't exactly go and beat the other party up; setting aside the fact that she couldn't bring herself to do it, even if she did, she couldn't reach her.

Chu Mo, who was busy conceptualizing a video, was unaware of the new developments in the chat group. He had ended the conversation because it was time for class, saving himself from being targeted by the others.

Tap, tap, tap!

It was the sound of high heels hitting the floor again. This time, all the students had their hands placed flat on their desks, sitting upright and looking at the podium, truly afraid that the woman would expel another one of them.

Zhou Yi, who wore a mask and appeared as an old woman, thoroughly enjoyed the fear others felt toward her. The corners of her mouth lifted involuntarily, showing her smugness.

She walked slowly to the podium, placed the roster in her hand back on the table, and after scanning the room, spoke with satisfaction.

"Today is the first day of class, so we won't have a test. Let's get to know each other."

"Let's start with you."

The student who was pointed at stood up quickly, stating his name, age, martial soul, and spirit power—a standard self-introduction.

Zhou Yi nodded slightly and looked toward the next person. That student also took the hint and followed the example of the one before, stating his information.

It proceeded in order like this, and soon it was Wang Dong'er's turn. She stood up.

"My name is Wang Dong, 12 years old, martial soul Radiant Butterfly, currently level 26."

Hearing this, many girls' eyes turned into stars.

"Wow, such a high level."

"Right, and he's so handsome too!"

That powder-blue hair was simply a girl-killer.

"Tch, a grown man with a butterfly martial soul. He looks like a sissy at first glance!"

With such popularity, there was naturally jealousy.

Zhou Yi nodded with satisfaction. Such a genius, and the quality of the martial soul wasn't bad either. After her training, he would definitely become a strong contender for a spot in the Freshman Tournament three months later.

Chu Mo watched quietly, his expression unchanged. After that came Xiao Xiao, Huo Yu'er, and finally, it was his turn.

"Chu Mo, 12, martial soul Slime, level 32."

As these words were spoken, many people in the arena began to gasp in shock!

"Are you kidding me?"

"Why is he already a Spirit Elder at only twelve years old!"

"But what kind of Martial Soul is a Slime? I've never heard of it before."

The arena erupted into a commotion. Everyone was astonished by his rank, intrigued by his unheard-of Martial Soul, and captivated by his handsome appearance; it was impossible for him not to attract attention.

Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow. She had already heard of his exploits, specifically how he had defeated Xu Sanshi as a freshman. Even though it was a two-on-one fight, it was enough to demonstrate his talent.

"Heh, not bad. It seems student Chu Mo is the strongest in the class. How about you become the class monitor..."

"No thanks, teacher. I'm not really suited to be a class monitor. You should pick someone else."

Before Zhou Yi could finish, she was interrupted. What was the point of being a class monitor? It was just busy work; he would rather lie on his desk, take a nap, or play with the Chat Group.

"Hmm!"

Having her authority challenged, Zhou Yi was displeased. Her eyes locked onto Chu Mo like a viper, but after a moment, she relaxed. Geniuses were always granted special treatment, and in the end, she didn't say anything about expelling him.

Regardless of the quality of his Martial Soul, his spirit power was at a genius level. That rank spoke for itself. Usually, if a student had no background or possessed a poor-quality Martial Soul, the academy would turn a blind eye, at most issuing a warning.

But if she were to expel someone of Chu Mo's caliber over such a trivial matter, the school would not let her off the hook.

"Heh, fine. Next."

Chu Mo was not the last one; there were others who hadn't introduced themselves yet. In the blink of an eye, she looked toward the next student.

However, Chu Mo noticed that when she turned her head, she glared at him fiercely, as if to express her dissatisfaction. Paired with her wrinkled face, it was enough to give someone a real fright.

Ding~

The notification sound from the Chat Group rang out. Chu Mo opened it with confusion, curious as to who would tag him at a time like this. Could something have happened to Tang Ya?

[Dong'er is Not a Girl: @Chu Mo, heh, it seems this Old Witch is actually quite fond of you. As soon as she heard your rank, she wanted to make you the class monitor. But you refused—aren't you afraid she'll expel you?]

[Xiao Who Plays the Flute: Haha, she definitely only wanted him to be class monitor because Chu Mo-ge has a high rank. If she expelled him just for refusing, then this academy isn't worth staying in anyway. I'll accompany Chu Mo-ge and we can leave to find another academy.]