Get Out of My Class

Xu Yanli raised his eyes to look at Zhou Yi standing before him, a faint hint of mockery in his gaze.

The other students had already been cowed, but when they saw what was happening, they all froze and turned to look at Xu Yanli.

At that moment, Zhou Yi, standing on the platform, had a face ashen with rage.

Her face was even darker than the Black people he remembered. She looked furious.

Zhou Yi had never imagined that, after teaching for so many years, a student would openly defy her on the very first day.

"Your name is Xu Yanli, right?" Zhou Yi slowly withdrew the useless pressure of her Soul Power, then sneered. "Good. You dare talk back to your teacher? Get down there and run two hundred laps."

Xu Yanli looked at Zhou Yi provocatively. Not only did he not move, he sat down, leaned lazily against the back of his chair, and crossed one leg over the other.

"Teacher Zhou Yi, I have a question I'd like to ask you." Just as he had done when asking teachers questions in his previous life, Xu Yanli raised his right hand.

Xu Yanli's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears. His tone held a composure and a cat-playing-with-a-mouse amusement that no one could ignore.

"You just said that those who don't dare cause trouble are good-for-nothings. Well, what exactly counts as causing trouble? Is it offending a Titled Douluo right after awakening your Martial Soul?" Xu Yanli scoffed.

The moment those words left his mouth, the classroom fell so quiet you could hear a pin drop. But the very next second, a few students couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

They quickly clamped their hands over their mouths, though, their eyes darting back and forth between the two.

Zhou Yi's expression seemed to grow even uglier. It looked as if her face could open a dye shop.

"Still, I can understand some of the Shrek Academy's traditional talk. But didn't you just say that those who don't dare cause trouble are good-for-nothings? How come I'm in the wrong for talking back to you? Are you planning to punish me and make a fool of yourself?" Xu Yanli picked up a pen from the desk and spun it between his fingers.

"You!! You're twisting my words!!" Zhou Yi pointed at Xu Yanli, her finger seemingly trembling. Her voice was piercingly sharp. "I'm the teacher, so I make the rules! If you don't want to run, get out of my class! Get out of Shrek Academy!"

"Oh." Xu Yanli replied casually. Not only did he stay in his seat, he even shifted into an even more comfortable position.

Only after he had settled in did Xu Yanli continue, "You said you only teach monsters, and that your class is full of elites. From what I know, your class does have the highest dropout rate. Every year, at least half the students you drive away go on to excel at other Soul Master Academies. Some have even broken through to become Soul Saints."

Xu Yanli stared straight at Zhou Yi and spoke one word at a time. "So how did this garbage you eliminated turn into elites under other teachers?"

Everyone else had already supplied the question he hadn't asked aloud: Was there something wrong with this teacher's teaching, or was there something wrong with her judgment?

But coming from Xu Yanli, it somehow had an indescribable ring to it. This teacher seemed downright absurd.

"You!!!" Zhou Yi was trembling all over. It was definitely from rage. Six Soul Rings rose once again from beneath her feet.

Without the slightest restraint, Zhou Yi unleashed all her pressure on Xu Yanli.

Xu Yanli smiled. He remained seated, perfectly steady and completely unmoving.

Xu Yanli calmly controlled himself and released his second Soul Skill. The shield expanded again, activating its second ability: reflection.

He was extremely satisfied with this Soul Skill. It might have been related to his Martial Soul, but its reflection ability was absolute—unless his opponent was a god.

Still, the reflection depended on the opponent's cultivation. If their levels weren't far apart, it reflected one hundred percent of the attack. The greater the disparity in cultivation, the less effective the reflection became.

Zhou Yi was clearly struck by her own pressure, reflected back at her.

Zhou Yi grunted and staggered several steps backward, her face looking a little pale.

The classroom erupted.

"Oh my god, he really is a Soul King! I thought his five Soul Rings were simulated."

"He's the same age as me, right? That's insane. Oh my god."

"So it looks like the homeroom teacher's the one who got the short end of the stick."

Wang Dong stood to one side, her gaze complicated as she watched Xu Yanli.

By now, she was somewhat convinced. Before, she'd thought she'd lost to Xu Yanli only because she'd been careless. She'd assumed his Martial Soul couldn't possibly be at Soul King level and that he was just putting on an act.

She hadn't expected it all to be true. This guy's strength was unfathomable. Had she offended him earlier?

Zhou Yi quickly regained her footing. Her face was now almost as grim as stone.

"Good, good, good!" Zhou Yi said the word three times in a row. "Xu Yanli, you have no respect for your elders, you've talked back to your teacher, and you've attacked a teacher. As your homeroom teacher, I'm expelling you."

"Expel me? Are you sure?" Xu Yanli finally stood up. He brushed the dust off his clothes and straightened his collar, his movements elegant, as if he were strolling through his own garden.

Xu Yanli took two or three steps forward.

Zhou Yi suddenly felt afraid. The person standing before her was only a twelve-year-old student, yet he gave her an overwhelming sense of pressure.

"First, I answered your question. You called that talking back? You asked everyone, 'Those who've been in a fight, stand up,' and I cooperated. Is that disrespecting my elders?"

"Second, you released your pressure on me first. I only defended myself. How is that attacking a teacher?"

"Third," Xu Yanli smiled. His smile looked warm and harmless, yet it inexplicably sent a chill through Zhou Yi. "If you want to expel me, you'll have to ask whether the academy agrees. I'm a Soul King who broke through level fifty at twelve, and I possess a Martial Soul with the Ultimate Light attribute. Are you sure the academy will expel me based on your side of the story alone?"

Xu Yanli knew his talent was a double-edged sword, but also a very useful blade.

Given his talent, Shrek Academy would do everything it could to bring him over to its side rather than try to assassinate him. After all, Shrek Academy was short on promising successors these days.

As for his connection to Xiaoyao Pavilion, that didn't amount to much in Shrek Academy's eyes. It was just a force that had recently risen. If they brought him over, they might even be able to swallow up Xiaoyao Pavilion.

But Xu Yanli's goal this time wasn't to destroy Zhou Yi or get a new homeroom teacher. He didn't want to run under the blazing sun, and he had no need to.

Zhou Yi's face grew even paler. She had also remembered the day of registration. There had seemed to be a special file—Xu Yanli's.