Compulsory Education: You Expelled Me?

Xie Xie felt both stifled and aggrieved.

Originally, he had been in the same class as Ji Fengyu, happily following behind a support big shot with guaranteed meals.

As a result, Tang Wulin had smashed his rice bowl.

He was even in the same dormitory as Tang Wulin and had to endure beatings... just thinking about it made Xie Xie want to break down.

Regarding this, Ji Fengyu could only offer his sympathy, unable to provide any real help.

"Quiet!"

"Students, the opening ceremony begins now!"

The principal's speech ruthlessly interrupted Xie Xie's grievances.

After several hours of emotional, passionate, and blood-boiling speeches, the opening ceremony finally concluded.

"Next, we will proceed with class assignments. At Eastsea Academy, the smaller the class number, the more outstanding the students... There are 108 freshmen this year, divided into five classes. When I call your name, step forward and enter Class One..."

Ji Fengyu was honored to stand out among the 108, entering Class One amidst Xie Xie's tearful, life-and-death farewell.

Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, and Wei Xiaofeng were also behind him; seeing him, they immediately crowded over.

"Big Brother, where have you been these past few days?"

To Zhang Yangzi and the others, a few days apart felt like three autumns; they truly missed the taste of power.

"Had some things to take care of at home."

Ji Fengyu gave a vague reply.

"Understood, Big Brother."

Seeing that Ji Fengyu did not want to say more, Zhang Yangzi stopped asking.

The class assignments ended quickly.

As the strongest class, Class One was the first to leave. The homeroom teacher who came to lead them was a dashing female instructor.

"My name is Ye Yingluo, and I am your homeroom teacher."

"Being able to enter Class One proves that you are all the best among this year's students. I will cultivate you into powerhouses."

"Follow me."

Ye Yingluo led the group in a grand procession to the track.

Pointing at the running track, she said, "Run 30 laps first!"

She had once applied to Shrek Academy; although she failed, she had unexpectedly learned the essence of Shrek's teaching.

That was running laps!

It was said that Shrek's Sea God Tang San and God of Emotions Huo Yuhao were both trained by running laps!

Having mastered such an awesome Shrek-style teaching method, Ye Yingluo was confident she could produce Shrek-style students!

Who else but her could cultivate this class of geniuses?

"Huh??"

The students were completely bewildered, staring at each other with wide eyes. Their first lesson of the school year was to run laps?

They were already exhausted enough from standing for half the day listening to the principal's speech at the opening ceremony.

"What 'huh'? Are you dissatisfied?"

"Whoever doesn't run gets expelled!"

This was also Ye Yingluo learning from the teaching style of the God of Emotions Huo Yuhao's teacher, Zhou Yi.

Survival of the fittest.

Zhou Yi was the genius teacher who had taught Huo Yuhao, so teaching this way couldn't be wrong.

"Hiss..."

The students were all nine-year-old brats; how could they withstand the soul master pressure of Ye Yingluo? They immediately didn't dare to breathe loudly and began running diligently.

Only Ji Fengyu stood still.

Zhang Yangzi and his two companions, who had originally intended to run, saw him standing still and stayed behind out of loyalty.

"I'm not running!"

Ji Fengyu rolled his eyes. This is compulsory education; what the hell are you expelling people for...

Is there no escape from running laps after transmigrating to the Douluo Continent?

Zhou Yi, look at the good deeds you've done!

Ten thousand years have passed, and you're still misleading the youth.

"You're not running?"

"Name, Martial Soul, Soul Power Level."

Ye Yingluo swept a glance at Ji Fengyu, her imposing aura intensifying; she hadn't expected someone to actually refuse to play along with her routine.

Of course, she was only saying it to intimidate the students.

How could she possibly expel them during compulsory education?

But to find a way to step down, she still had to ask for Ji Fengyu's name and Martial Soul, making it easier to nitpick.

"Ji Fengyu, Martial Soul Rainbow Dragon, Level 24 Soul Grand Master."

Enduring the other party's pressure, Ji Fengyu remained neither servile nor overbearing.

Using status to suppress others didn't work on him.

Ten thousand years ago, he had even dared to talk back to Zhou Yi, let alone a mere imitation like Ye Yingluo.

"Level 24?!"

Ye Yingluo's eyes cleared instantly.

Damn it, she'd overplayed her hand!

If this genius ran off because she messed around, the school board would skin her alive!

"Level 24?!!"

Zhang Yangzi and the other two were also shocked, not expecting Ji Fengyu's soul power to be even higher than theirs.

"Arrogant because of your talent?"

"Fine, give me a reason for your nonconformity."

Even though she had already lost her nerve internally, Ye Yingluo was a proud person and naturally wouldn't admit defeat directly; instead, she increased her pressure.

As long as she could scare this kid Ji Fengyu, everything would be fine.

"I am an auxiliary-type Soul Master, I don't run."

After Ji Fengyu transmigrated and became an auxiliary-type Soul Master, he hated Shrek's crooked logic of treating everyone the same.

Ignoring the differences in Martial Souls and using the same training intensity and methods—wasn't that just pure nonsense?

"On the battlefield, the enemy won't care whether you are an auxiliary-type or a power-attack type."

"As an auxiliary-type, you are often the enemy's primary target, so you need to run laps even more to train your ability to escape."

Ye Yingluo's tone softened by another three points.

Level 24, and an auxiliary-type at that?

Then you're the boss.

"Teacher, what you said is correct,"

"But my Martial Soul can fly. You're asking me to run laps to train my escape ability..."

Ji Fengyu didn't need to say the rest; Ye Yingluo felt her scalp tingle with embarrassment.

It can fly...

Damn, why didn't you say so earlier!

Asking him to run laps did seem like a bit of a joke.

"Fine, what's the situation with you three?"

Ye Yingluo could only temporarily set aside the issue with Ji Fengyu and interrogate Zhang Yangzi and the others.

Upon learning that Zhang Yangzi and the other two were also Soul Grand Masters, and that they had stayed behind because of Ji Fengyu, Ye Yingluo was shocked, and suddenly, an idea formed.

"The running laps was indeed my oversight."

"It has very limited effect on geniuses like you. Since you are all Soul Grand Masters, let's go straight to actual combat for the first lesson."

"Two versus two."

"Ji Fengyu, Wei Xiaofeng, you two are a team. Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, you two are a team."

That's right, this was much more reasonable.

The four of them looked at each other and split into two teams according to Ye Yingluo's arrangement.

Yellow-Yellow! Yellow-Yellow! Yellow-Yellow! Yellow-Yellow!

When eight terrifying century-old soul rings appeared, Not only did the students who had complaints about the four not having to run laps fall silent, But a look of pleasant surprise also appeared on Ye Yingluo's face.

Four super geniuses possessing century-old soul rings!

They could fight from the first grade to the fourth grade in the class promotion tournament without any issues; she had struck gold!

"Big Brother, I will protect you!"

Wei Xiaofeng looked solemn, his heart filled with the responsibility and sanctity of protecting an auxiliary, as he stood in front of Ji Fengyu.

"Alright, I'll leave the maneuvering to you."

"If you fail to protect me, you'll be held accountable."

Ji Fengyu nodded, unfurling his magnificent Rainbow Dragon wings. With a crown atop his head, he slowly took flight.

"First Soul Skill: Crimson, Strength."

"Second Soul Skill: Orange, Attack."

Crimson and orange—

Two colors shot forth from his rainbow-hued wings, enveloping Wei Xiaofeng.

Wei Xiaofeng was instantly invigorated, his aura surging as he let out an excited howl.

"Jinxi, hold off Xiaofeng. I'm going to take out the big brother."

Zhang Yangzi was coordinating strategy with Wang Jinxi.

In any fight, you always take out the support first.

All three of them knew just how terrifying Ji Fengyu's buffs were; without neutralizing him, there was no way to win.

Fortunately, Zhang Yangzi could also fly, so he wasn't completely helpless against Ji Fengyu.

"Understood!"

Wang Jinxi nodded heavily.

"Begin the match."

At Ye Yingluo's command, Zhang Yangzi activated Martial Soul Possession and shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, heading straight for Ji Fengyu.

The speed of the Dark Phantom Eagle was immense.

Moreover, since they were in the air, Wei Xiaofeng was unable to reach them in time. Most importantly, Ji Fengyu did not dodge.

He crossed his magnificent rainbow wings in front of him, folding them inward to wrap around his body.

Forming a Wing Shield Cocoon, The pair of rainbow wings seemed to shimmer with a translucent, jade-like luster under the sunlight...