Get Out of My Class

Xu Yanli raised his eyes to look at Zhou Yi before him, his gaze carrying a faint trace of mockery.

The other students, who had been intimidated just moments ago, froze at this sight and turned their heads in unison to stare at Xu Yanli.

At this moment, Zhou Yi, standing on the podium, could be described as having a face as dark as iron.

His complexion was darker than any person of color in his memories; he clearly looked furious to the point of exploding.

Zhou Yi had never imagined that in all his years of teaching, a student would dare to confront him head-on on the very first day.

"Your name is Xu Yanli, right?" Zhou Yi slowly retracted the useless pressure of his soul power, then sneered and said, "Very well. Since you dare to talk back to your teacher, go down and run two hundred laps."

Xu Yanli looked at Zhou Yi provocatively. Instead of moving, he sat back down, leaned lazily against the chair, and crossed his legs.

"Teacher Zhou Yi, I have a question I would like to ask you." Xu Yanli raised his right hand, just as he would have asked a teacher a question in his past life.

Xu Yanli's voice was not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity, his tone carrying a composure and a cat-and-mouse playfulness that no one could ignore.

"You just said that those who don't dare to cause trouble are mediocre. Hmm, then what do you define as causing trouble? Is it offending a Titled Douluo the moment you awaken your martial soul?" Xu Yanli scoffed.

As soon as these words were spoken, the classroom became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, though a second later, a few students couldn't hold it in and burst into laughter.

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

Zhou Yi's expression seemed to grow even uglier; it felt as if his face were a palette of mixed dyes.

"However, I can understand a thing or two about this traditional rhetoric of Shrek Academy, but didn't you just say it yourself? Those who don't dare to cause trouble are mediocre. So how is it wrong for me to talk back to you? Hmm, are you planning to punish me and then slap yourself in the face?" Xu Yanli picked up a pen from the desk and began spinning it between his fingers.

"You!! You are just sophistry!!" Zhou Yi pointed at Xu Yanli, his finger trembling, his voice exceptionally shrill. "I am the teacher, and I have the final say! If you don't want to run, get out of my class! Get out of Shrek Academy!"

"Oh." Xu Yanli responded casually. Not only did he not leave his seat, but he lazily shifted into an even more comfortable position.

After adjusting his posture, Xu Yanli continued: "You say you only teach monsters and that your class consists only of elites. As far as I know, your class indeed has the highest elimination rate; every year, at least half of the students are driven away by you. Yet, many of these people have performed excellently in other Soul Master Academies, and some have even broken through to the Soul Saint realm."

Xu Yanli stared intently at Zhou Yi, saying each word clearly: "Then, how did these 'trash' you eliminated turn into elites in the hands of other teachers?"

The others had already automatically finished the question he hadn't asked: Was there a problem with this teacher's methods, or was there a problem with his judgment?

But hearing it from Xu Yanli, there was an indescribable feeling; this teacher seemed somewhat absurd.

"You!!!" Zhou Yi was trembling all over now, undoubtedly from rage, as those six soul rings rose from beneath his feet once again.

Without hesitation, Zhou Yi exerted all his pressure onto Xu Yanli.

Xu Yanli smiled; he remained perfectly steady, not moving an inch.

Xu Yanli slowly controlled himself, having just released his second soul skill. The shield expanded once more, and he activated its secondary ability: Rebound.

Xu Yanli was quite satisfied with this soul skill. Perhaps due to his martial soul, this rebound ability was absolute, unless the opponent was a god.

However, this rebound still depended on the opponent's cultivation; if the gap was small, it was a one-hundred-percent rebound, but the greater the gap in cultivation, the lower the efficiency of the rebound.

Zhou Yi was clearly struck by the rebound of his own pressure.

Zhou Yi let out a muffled groan and took several steps back, his face looking somewhat pale.

By now, the classroom had completely erupted.

"My god, he really is a Soul King. I thought those five soul rings were simulated."

"He's the same age as me, right? This is too monstrous, heavens."

"It seems this homeroom teacher has come out on the losing end."

Wang Dong stood to the side, watching Xu Yanli with a very complex expression.

At this moment, she was somewhat convinced. Previously, she had thought she lost to Xu Yanli only because she was too careless, assuming his martial soul couldn't possibly be at the Soul King level and that it was merely a disguise.

She hadn't expected it to be real; this guy's strength was unfathomable. Had she offended him earlier?

Zhou Yi quickly steadied himself, his face now as foul as a rock.

"Good, good, good!" Zhou Yi said the word 'good' three times in succession. "Xu Yanli, you have no respect for your elders, you talk back to your teacher, and you attack your superior. As your homeroom teacher, I am expelling you."

"Expelling me? Are you sure?" Xu Yanli finally stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and straightened his collar with elegant movements, as if he were taking a stroll in his own back garden.

Xu Yanli took two or three steps forward.

Zhou Yi suddenly felt a sense of fear. Clearly, the person before him was only a twelve-year-old student, yet he gave her a sense of immense oppression.

"First, I answered a question; is that talking back? You asked everyone, 'Students who have fought, stand up,' and I cooperated. Is that having no respect for elders?"

"Second, you released your pressure on me first, and I merely defended myself. Is that attacking a superior?"

"Third," Xu Yanli smiled, a smile that looked gentle and harmless, yet it sent an inexplicable chill through Zhou Yi, "If you want to expel me, you must first ask if the Academy agrees. A Soul King who broke through to level fifty at twelve years old, and a possessor of an Ultimate Light attribute martial soul—are you sure the Academy will expel me based on your word alone?"

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

Given his talent, Shrek Academy would do its best to recruit him rather than try to assassinate him; after all, Shrek Academy was currently facing a gap in talent succession.

As for his affiliation with Xiaoyao Pavilion, that didn't count for much at Shrek Academy—it was just a newly emerged force in their eyes. If they recruited him, they might even be able to swallow up Xiaoyao Pavilion.

However, Xu Yanli's goal this time wasn't to drive Zhou Yi to his death or to change his homeroom teacher; he didn't want to run laps under the scorching sun, as he didn't need to.

Zhou Yi's face turned even paler, though she also recalled that on the day of registration, there had been a special file—the one belonging to this Xu Yanli.