Did the Plot Go Astray?

Xiao Wu heard this from behind, her face flushing slightly.

What did he mean by "cultivating a relationship"?

How could this person think of such things so openly!

"My name is Lin Yi." Lin Yi nodded politely, though he was frantically complaining in his heart.

[Don't get so close, I don't want to get involved with you. Everyone who has a good relationship with you ends up badly; Xiao Wu sacrificed herself, Ning Rongrong's sect was nearly wiped out...]

"Clang."

This time, it was Wang Sheng who kicked his stool over.

His face turned deathly pale as he looked at Tang San, his eyes filled with terror.

Getting close to him leads to the destruction of one's sect?

This guy is a jinx.

Then what about having acknowledged him as the boss earlier?

No.

I must find a way to stay away from him.

Xiao Wu's expression changed as well.

The word "sacrifice" made her entire body go cold.

Tang San noticed the strange behavior of those around him, but since he couldn't hear the inner voice, he could only attribute it all to Lin Yi.

"Did you say something just now?" Tang San stared at Lin Yi.

"Huh?" Lin Yi looked innocent. "No, I just said my name."

[What could I possibly say? That you'll get your wife killed in the future? That your own father is a deadbeat? Or that your master is a fraud?]

Xiao Wu clutched her chest, feeling like she needed a moment to recover.

The amount of information was too much; her little heart couldn't take it.

The teachers exchanged glances, and one of them quietly slipped away, seemingly to go find someone.

Tang San narrowed his eyes.

He was certain that Lin Yi must have done something, or rather, that there must be some secret about this Lin Yi that caused everyone to react so strongly.

"You're new here, so you're probably not familiar with the academy yet, right?" Tang San offered a polite smile. "If you need any help, you can come to me."

[No, no, no, you staying away from me would be the greatest help of all. You're a walking trouble magnet; wherever you go, disaster follows, and those close to you either die or get injured.]

Several students subconsciously took a step back.

Tang San's smile froze on his face.

He could feel that the way the people around him were looking at him... carried an indescribable sense of alienation and fear.

What was going on?

He hadn't done anything!

"Thanks, but no need," Lin Yi politely declined. "I can handle it myself."

After saying that, he turned and left, his pace so fast it was as if he had seen a ghost.

[Gotta run, gotta run. Saying one more word to the protagonist might trigger a plot-mandated death. I still want to live a few more years.]

Upon hearing this inner voice, the entire cafeteria fell into a terrifying silence.

Everyone looked at Tang San with complex expressions; no one spoke, and no one approached him.

Xiao Wu bit her lip, ultimately failing to hop over to him as she usually would.

Wang Sheng and the other work-study students looked at each other, silently packed up their utensils, and left.

Tang San stood alone in the center of the cafeteria.

He suddenly felt that this world, which he had originally looked forward to, seemed to have become somewhat different from this moment on.

And the source of all these changes.

Seemed to be Lin Yi.

He looked in the direction where Lin Yi had disappeared, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

Who exactly was that boy named Lin Yi?

Meanwhile, in the teachers' office, things had exploded into chaos.

"Theoretical plagiarism? Sacrifice?!"

"And judging by what he meant, Tang San will eventually become a god?"

"More importantly, he seems to know a lot about the future."

Several teachers gathered together, their faces growing more serious by the second.

"Should we report this?" someone asked.

"Observe first," the grade director said in a low voice. "There are too many secrets surrounding this Lin Yi, and he seems to harbor a strange wariness toward Tang San."

The office fell silent.

Sacrifice, extermination, godhood, attacking Martial Soul Hall...

These words, when strung together, outlined a deeply unsettling future.

"Keep a close watch on these two children," the grade director decided. "Especially Lin Yi; his inner voice... it might change many things."

At this moment, completely unaware that he had become the focal point of the academy's observation, Lin Yi was walking toward his classroom.

He sneezed and rubbed his nose.

Who is talking about me? Whatever, better hurry to class.

Yu Xiaogang's lecture... sigh, I'll just treat it as entertainment.

When Lin Yi walked into the classroom, he found the atmosphere somewhat subtle.

The classroom for work-study students, which should have been noisy, was now eerily quiet.

More than a dozen pairs of eyes turned toward him in unison, their expressions filled with complex emotions he couldn't decipher.

What's going on? Is there something on my face?

Lin Yi subconsciously touched his face.

Xiao Wu was sitting in the third row and waved at him, "Lin Yi, there's a seat here."

The seat next to her was empty, while Tang San, who should have been sitting there, had somehow been pushed to a corner seat by the window.

Hm? Shouldn't Tang San be sitting at the same desk as Xiao Wu? Has the plot gone off the rails?

Whatever, sitting anywhere is fine, I'm just here to listen to the lecture.

Lin Yi hesitated for a moment before walking toward the empty seat next to Xiao Wu.

In the corner of the classroom, Tang San watched them, his brows tightly locked.

Something was wrong.

Something was very wrong.

Xiao Wu's attitude toward this Lin Yi was far too enthusiastic; it was nothing like her usual self.

Furthermore, the way the entire class was looking at Lin Yi was strange.

And those teachers—they had reacted so strongly in the cafeteria earlier, yet now they were all here to audit this theory class?

Just then.

A slightly low cough sounded from the classroom doorway.

Following that, a middle-aged man with a rigid face and a gloomy temperament walked in.

It was none other than Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang walked into the classroom, his back straight, wearing his signature stern expression.

He placed his lesson plan on the podium and swept his gaze across the room.

When he saw several teachers from other classes sitting in the back row, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

What were these people doing here?

Usually, when he taught, not this many teachers were interested in auditing.

But he quickly regained his composure, walked to the podium, and spoke in his signature low voice: "Today, we will discuss the classification of martial souls and the direction of cultivation."

Here it comes, the classic opening line. Next, he's going to brag about his Ten Core Competitiveness theories, right?

The students in the classroom sat up straight in unison, their eyes shining with anticipation.

However, they weren't looking forward to Yu Xiaogang's lecture, but rather to Lin Yi's inner commentary.

Yu Xiaogang, standing at the podium, noticed the students' unusual behavior and couldn't figure it out.

These work-study students were usually listless during theory classes; why were they so enthusiastic today?

Could it be that they finally realized his brilliance?

Thinking this, he became even more confident, cleared his throat, and said: "First, we must be clear on one point: there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters."

A classic quote! But the person saying this only had half a level of Innate Soul Power himself and only broke through level thirty later by eating the immortal herbs Tang San gave him. It's truly irony opening the Gate of Opening for irony—the irony has reached its peak.

Pfft!

A snort of laughter came from the back of the classroom; one teacher couldn't hold it in.

Most of the students, however, were biting their lips hard to keep from laughing out loud.

Interrupted, Yu Xiaogang glanced at that direction with dissatisfaction before continuing his lecture.

"Today, we will discuss the basic classifications of soul masters."

After saying this, he turned and wrote on the blackboard: Power Attack System, Agility Attack System, Control System, Support System, Defense System, Healing System.