What Does Top-Tier Really Mean? This Is What Top-Tier Means!

Long Hengxu and Yu Zheng tacitly ignored Xie Xie as well.

Yu Zheng took out four sheets of paper covered in writing and handed them over. "Come sign this agreement."

Tang Wulin took it and instinctively glanced over it. At the top of the white paper were several large words: Student Confidentiality Agreement.

The contents below roughly stated that the undersigned, XXX, voluntarily entered into an agreement with Eastsea Academy and would not transfer schools before completing their studies in the middle and high school divisions.

Grade One Class Zero belonged to the Special Class, and Eastsea Academy would devote a great deal of resources and investment to this class.

This agreement was meant to prevent students from suddenly jumping ship after being cultivated halfway through.

Tang Wulin signed without almost any hesitation.

Gu Yue followed immediately after.

As for Xie Xie's copy, Wu Zhangkong signed it for him.

Only Wei Xiaofeng hesitated somewhat. "Principal, I think I still need to discuss this with my family. After all, my clan may send me to a better academy when I enter the Advanced Division in the future."

Long Hengxu did not even blink before snatching the paper back. "Everyone has their own ambitions. Then please leave."

A complicated look appeared in Wei Xiaofeng's eyes, but in the end, he did not take back the agreement. After bowing to the two men, he turned and left.

Once he was gone, the remaining three had all signed the agreement. Yu Zheng immediately put on a magical face-changing performance.

He began tirelessly feeding the four of them inspirational nonsense and painting them a bright future.

He even boldly claimed that with Eastsea Academy's resources entirely focused on them, they would not be inferior even to Shrek Academy.

Tang Wulin and Gu Yue were actually persuaded by some of it, which greatly pleased Yu Zheng. But when he turned his head, he saw Wu Zhangkong and Xie Xie looking at him with contempt.

Although Wu Zhangkong still wore that expressionless face, Yu Zheng could simply feel it.

Xie Xie did not even bother pretending. The contempt in his eyes was practically overflowing.

Xie Xie was genuinely speechless.

Shrek's atmosphere might be terrible, but without real strength and resources, no matter how monstrous a genius was, they could still die young if they were not properly protected or cultivated.

Shrek Academy was unreasonable, and it fiercely protected its own.

But who would not want an elder who played favorites and protected their own? Complaining about it was one thing, but who would not want connections at Shrek?

They really did hand out benefits!

"Cough, cough..." Yu Zheng coughed twice into his fist and chose to ignore them again.

Neither of these two was someone he could afford to provoke.

Not long afterward, Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi also signed the agreement together in the infirmary, and Eastsea Academy's Grade One Class Zero was established.

The agreement was signed one moment, and their treatment was upgraded the next.

First, all five students' dorms were changed to single rooms, granting them the same accommodations as teachers. Wu Zhangkong's single room was directly upgraded into a suite, complete with a small kitchen.

When they pushed open the Soul Tool door engraved with the gilded words Grade One · Class Zero, even Xie Xie could not help being slightly startled.

Completely different from an ordinary classroom, this one was independently sealed off. Its surrounding walls had undergone special reinforcement, capable of preventing Soul Power from leaking out and blocking all outside surveillance.

In the center of the classroom stood uniform dark solid-wood desks, each desktop inlaid with a pale-blue Soul Power sensing panel that could be activated with a touch of the fingertips.

A miniature Soul Power recovery array was hidden beneath every desk, allowing students to quickly regulate their breathing during breaks.

The platform at the front was not an ordinary wooden podium, but a small Soul Tool Console.

Behind it stood an entire touch-sensitive Soul Tool projection blackboard, capable of instantly displaying Soul Beast encyclopedias, Soul Skill analysis footage, practical combat tactical diagrams, and even battle records of powerful experts throughout history.

Moreover, all four classroom walls were high-strength Soul Power impact walls, capable of withstanding full-force attacks from anyone below the Soul Elder rank, while the floor was covered in explosion-resistant, shock-absorbing Soul Tool panels.

Even if they conducted small-scale practical sparring in the classroom, it would not damage the building in the slightest.

An emergency Soul Tool first-aid device stood in the corner of the right wall. If Soul Power went berserk or cultivation got out of control, it would automatically activate a protective barrier.

There was another door at the very back of the classroom.

When Xie Xie pushed it open, he discovered an independent cultivation room and rest area inside.

Soul Power-nourishing aromatherapy sat beside the soft sofas, while the resource cabinet nearby contained low-grade Soul Power recovery potions, basic Soul Tool components, and the academy's internal cultivation manuals.

Along the wall stood a row of locked personal Soul Tool storage cabinets. At present, only five of them had names attached.

What the... fuck?

This setup completely blew the original story out of the water by more than ten streets, did it not? Had Eastsea Academy's upper management emptied out their entire reserves?

Even Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi, who had just arrived, had their eyes clear up at the sight before them.

Five desks were arranged in a straight line before the podium.

Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi sat at the far right without hesitation, while Gu Yue and Tang Wulin sat at the far left. Only Xie Xie crossed his legs and sprawled carelessly in the seat right in the middle.

The two groups occasionally exchanged looks, but their gazes separated the instant they met.

Just as the classroom sank into dead silence, the Soul Tool door was suddenly blown open by a gust of frigid wind.

Wu Zhangkong stepped inside with the cold wind wrapped around him, both hands still in his trench coat pockets. His icy eyes swept over the five students. "Class."

Xie Xie and the others were already used to it.

But Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi were badly frightened by the pressure emanating from Wu Zhangkong. They instantly sat up straight.

Wu Zhangkong pulled out the teacher's chair behind the podium and naturally sat down, crossing his right leg over his left knee and folding his arms across his chest.

"Because your current physical condition is not very good, the curriculum will be adjusted."

"So today, I'll teach you about—Mecha."

Upon hearing the word "Mecha," the other four looked at one another, while Xie Xie alone wore an excited expression.

Mecha and Gundam were the ultimate romance for men!

Zhang Yangzi could not help asking, "Mecha? Teacher Wu, isn't Mecha knowledge something only upper-grade students learn?"

Wu Zhangkong's icy gaze swept toward him. "Raise your hand before speaking."

"Uh, yes..."

Zhang Yangzi shrank his neck.

"Pfft—" Xie Xie could not help turning his head, the corners of his mouth impossible to suppress. "Pfft, hahahaha! You were acting so cocky, and now you got scolded? Serves~ you~ right~"

Zhang Yangzi instantly turned red from head to toe after being mocked.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a streak of white light flashed through the air and shot precisely at Xie Xie.

However, Xie Xie merely extended his index and middle fingers and lightly pinched the piece of chalk between them.

What a joke. Back when he was in high school in his previous life, he had no idea how many chalk stubs he had caught after dozing off during morning reading.

By his senior year, he had already become capable of predicting them with perfect accuracy.

But Xie Xie had not had time to feel proud before a familiar scorching sensation suddenly struck him. With a boom, a fireball once again smacked precisely into his face.

When the thick smoke dispersed, Xie Xie once more wore that classic exploded hairstyle, his lips slightly parted as a wisp of black smoke drifted leisurely from his mouth.

That fireball had left Xie Xie somewhat dazed.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I supposed to do?

Red light swirled around Gu Yue's palm as she blinked innocently. "This isn't my fault. Teacher Wu told me to do it."

Xie Xie: ...Hey, feed me peanuts!!