Class Assignment

With the awards ceremony concluded, all that remained was the preparation for class assignments.

Tang San: "This class distribution is actually quite reasonable, categorized by Control, Assault, Agility, and Support systems."

Ji Siyuan: "Reasonable? If I recall correctly, there's some abstract nonsense called class-versus-class competitions later on."

Hearing the mention of class competitions, Tang San was dumbfounded: "How is that supposed to work? Below the Soul Elder rank, wouldn't a combination of Control and Assault types just crush the Agility and Support types?"

"How would I know? I just remember that part of the plot."

"This school really manages to exceed my expectations in all the wrong ways."

Just when they thought the school might be returning to normalcy, it hit them with another display of defying logic.

Fortunately, this absurdity didn't affect Ji Siyuan.

His strength was such that he had no reason to worry about any class competition.

Wang Dong'er sat next to Ji Siyuan: "Do you know who our new homeroom teacher is? I'm praying it isn't that old hag Zhou Yi."

The memory of being nearly expelled on the first day of school was still fresh; she truly didn't want to encounter such an unreasonable teacher again.

Huo Yuhao was also praying for a normal teacher: "Actually, I think Teacher Wang Yan is quite good."

The two began to debate the merits of their potential homeroom teachers across him.

But given their limited experience, they could only compare Wang Yan to Zhou Yi.

Wang Dong'er suddenly punched his thigh: "Hey, why aren't you saying anything!"

"Isn't that because I'm listening to your serious analysis?"

Wang Dong'er reached out and pinched him: "What serious analysis!"

With flushed cheeks, she said indignantly: "Hurry up and tell me, who do you think is better, or do you have someone else in mind?"

Ji Siyuan leaned back in his chair: "Hmph, it's not that I have someone in mind, but that I have the definitive answer."

"Acting cool, still acting cool. You feel uncomfortable if you don't act cool every day, don't you!" Wang Dong'er immediately countered.

Ji Siyuan thought to himself: This isn't going the way I imagined. Shouldn't they both be looking at me with eyes full of admiration?

Tang San: "It's too forced. If only the Daughter of Destiny were here, you might succeed, but with an extra person, it doesn't really work."

After a few seconds of verbal sparring, Wang Dong'er conceded: "Fine, fine. Just tell me, who is the homeroom teacher you know about?"

"A senior from the Inner Court, Zhang Lexuan." Ji Siyuan had learned this information when he went out with her last time.

He highly suspected that Mu En had sent her.

Wang Dong'er didn't recognize the name, but Huo Yuhao had a deep impression.

"That black-haired senior with the moonlight aura?" A hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring; she was the first one Huo Yuhao had ever encountered, and it was hard to forget that sense of suppression.

Of course, the life-or-death pressure brought by Ma Xiaotao was also unforgettable.

Under normal circumstances, Zhang Lexuan wouldn't have needed to release her Martial Soul when meeting them.

"Moonlight senior? Is she pretty?" Wang Dong'er's focus was entirely off the subject of strength.

"Very pretty, extremely pretty." As soon as Huo Yuhao finished that sentence, both girls locked their sights on Ji Siyuan.

"Why are you looking at me? Why are you focused on whether she's pretty? Shouldn't you be focusing on her strength?"

Huo Yuhao narrowed her eyes: "Because I know this senior's strength, but I don't know how you, Siyuan, are so sure she's our new homeroom teacher."

Wang Dong'er: "The Inner Court is definitely powerful, but you're so certain—did that senior tell you herself!"

Caught between them, he felt quite uncomfortable.

Just as he was organizing his words to explain, Zhang Lexuan and Wang Yan walked in.

"Hello, students. I am your new homeroom teacher, Zhang Lexuan!"

A group of students began praising her beauty.

Wang Dong'er couldn't help herself and reached out to pinch Ji Siyuan.

Ji Siyuan was quick-witted and immediately grabbed Wang Dong'er's hand: "Don't do that, my dear lady."

Wang Dong'er steeled herself and stood up: "Teacher, may I ask you a question?"

Zhang Lexuan looked at Wang Dong'er with a smile: "Student, what is your question?"

"The student next to me, Ji Siyuan, has met you before." After a two-second pause, Ji Siyuan hurriedly pulled on Wang Dong'er's hand.

Why did no one ever follow the script?

She could have just asked him, so why go directly to the other person in the know?

Zhang Lexuan smiled, seemingly seeing through the situation: "We have met. I even accompanied him to obtain his second Soul Ring. We have a pretty good relationship."

Once she responded, it was Wang Dong'er who felt the awkwardness.

Her face turned crimson, and she didn't know what else to ask.

Ji Siyuan stood up to smooth things over: "I was just telling her that you, Senior—no, Teacher—come from the Inner Court and are very strong. She wanted to know just how strong."

The mess Wang Dong'er poked, he still had to clean up. Smoothing things over, offering a way out.

The normal procedure would just be Zhang Lexuan demonstrating her own strength.

But there is always some little genius who does something incomprehensible.

Dai Huabin also stood up, posing a question: "Teacher, my brother Dai Yueheng is also a student of the Inner Court. He is also the captain of this generation's Shrek Seven Devils. Are you stronger, or is he?"

Dai Huabin is of the Assault System, so his presence in the class was a matter of course.

But this made Huo Yuhao feel very uncomfortable.

He harbored an irrepressible hatred for Dai Huabin, and it was only beside Ji Siyuan that he could calm down.

Because beside Ji Siyuan, there was an inexplicable sense of security.

At this moment, he was holding Ji Siyuan's hand.

Both his left and right hands had something to occupy them.

Zhang Lexuan was still smiling, her expression seemingly unchanged.

But anyone could see that her smile toward Dai Huabin was far less amiable than the one she had for Ji Siyuan.

"Are you referring to Junior Dai Yueheng? Let me first correct a mistake of yours: Dai Yueheng is not the captain of this generation's Shrek Seven Devils; he is only the vice-captain. And I was the captain from an earlier generation."

She activated her Martial Soul, revealing two yellow, two purple, three black, and finally, a 100,000-year Soul Ring.

"Junior Dai Yueheng is only a Soul Emperor, while I am a Soul Douluo!"

Such a young Soul Douluo, and even possessing a 100,000-year Soul Ring—her future was boundless.

"100,000 years? It really is a 100,000-year Soul Ring."

Although they would become a bit common later on, a 100,000-year Soul Ring was truly quite rare.

For instance, Yan Shaozhe did not have one.

Moreover, Zhang Lexuan's 100,000-year ring was her eighth, which meant that for her ninth Soul Ring, she could potentially obtain another 100,000-year one.

The students had guessed that Zhang Lexuan was strong, but they hadn't expected her to be strong to this degree.

"This student, next time you ask a question, remember to think it through. If the premise of your question is wrong, others might not be able to answer you."

The same smile, yet it carried a different emotion.

Dai Huabin sat down tremblingly, not daring to speak further.

He could feel that everyone was looking at him like a clown.

He had wanted to use his brother to show off and gain face, but instead, he had lost it.

If Dai Yueheng found out tonight, there was a high probability he would get a beating.

Thus, he reverted to his true colors, attributing all the blame to Ji Siyuan's questioning.

I will have my revenge.

Ji Siyuan had indeed beautifully stayed out of the spotlight, even helping Zhang Lexuan build up a wave of prestige.

It was mainly because he really couldn't spare a hand right now.