After the awards ceremony ended, all that remained was preparing for class assignments.
Tang San: "The class assignments are fairly reasonable, dividing everyone according to control, assault, agility, and support types."
Ji Siyuan: "Are they really reasonable? I remember there's some abstract thing called a class competition later on."
At the mention of the class competition, even Tang San was dumbfounded. "How are they supposed to compete? Below the Soul Elder rank, wouldn't control and assault types crush the agility and support types?"
"How should I know? I just remember there was something like that."
"This school really manages to surprise me in all sorts of ways."
He had originally thought the school was finally becoming normal, but this absurd school had once again shown off a mind-boggling operation.
Fortunately, this absurd operation had nothing to do with Ji Siyuan.
With his strength, there was no need to worry about any class competition.
Wang Dong'er sat beside Ji Siyuan. "Do you know who our new homeroom teacher is? Let's pray it isn't that old hag Zhou Yi."
Nearly being expelled on the first day of school was still fresh in her memory. She truly did not want to run into such an absurd teacher again.
Huo Yuhao was also praying that they would get a normal teacher. "Actually, I think Teacher Wang Yan is pretty good."
The two began discussing the merits and flaws of the homeroom teachers with him between them.
But they had seen too little of the world and could only compare Wang Yan and Zhou Yi.
Wang Dong'er suddenly hammered him on the thigh. "Hey, why aren't you saying anything!"
"Isn't it because I'm listening to your serious analysis?"
Wang Dong'er reached out and pinched him. "What are you seriously analyzing!"
Her cheeks flushed red as she said indignantly, "Hurry up and tell us. Who do you think is better, or do you have a new choice?"
Ji Siyuan leaned back in his chair. "Hmph, it's not that I have a choice. I have a definite answer."
"Putting on an act again. Do you feel uncomfortable if you don't show off at least once a day?" Wang Dong'er immediately counterattacked.
Ji Siyuan thought, Why is this different from what I imagined? Weren't the two of them supposed to look at me with admiration?
Tang San: "You're being too deliberate. If the Daughter of Destiny were the only one here, you'd succeed. But with another person here, it won't work as well."
After several seconds of fighting, Wang Dong'er admitted defeat. "All right, all right. Hurry up and tell us. Do you know who the homeroom teacher is?"
"An Inner Court senior sister, Zhang Lexuan." Ji Siyuan had gone out with her once last time and learned this information.
He seriously suspected that Mu En had sent her over.
Wang Dong'er did not know her, but Huo Yuhao remembered her very clearly.
"That black-haired senior sister called Moonlight?" She had possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring—the first one Huo Yuhao had ever encountered—so the feeling of oppression was difficult to forget.
Of course, he also could not forget the pressure Ma Xiaotao had brought him on the brink of life and death.
Under normal circumstances, Zhang Lexuan would not have used her martial soul even if she encountered them.
"Senior Sister Moonlight? Is she pretty?" Wang Dong'er's attention was completely focused on something other than strength.
"Very pretty. Extremely pretty." After Huo Yuhao finished speaking, the two of them simultaneously turned their attention toward Ji Siyuan.
"Why are you looking at me? Why are you concerned with whether she's pretty? Shouldn't you be concerned with her strength?"
Huo Yuhao narrowed his eyes. "Because I know this senior sister's strength, but I don't know how you're so certain that she's our new homeroom teacher."
Wang Dong'er: "Someone from the Inner Court must be powerful. You're so certain—did that senior sister tell you herself?"
Trapped between them with one on either side, Ji Siyuan was in an extremely difficult position.
Just as he was organizing his words and preparing to explain, Zhang Lexuan and Wang Yan walked in separately.
"Hello, students. I'm your new homeroom teacher, Zhang Lexuan!"
A group of students began praising her beauty.
Wang Dong'er could not hold back and immediately reached out to pinch Ji Siyuan.
Ji Siyuan reacted swiftly and grabbed Wang Dong'er's hand. "Don't do this. My dear grandaunt."
Wang Dong'er steeled herself and immediately stood up. "Teacher, may I ask you a question?"
Zhang Lexuan looked at Wang Dong'er with a smile. "Student, what would you like to ask?"
"The student beside me, Ji Siyuan, has met you before." After pausing for two seconds, Ji Siyuan hurriedly grabbed Wang Dong'er's hand.
Why did none of them follow the usual script?
If they had a question, they could have asked him. Why had they gone straight to another person in the know?
Zhang Lexuan smiled as if she had seen through something. "We've met. I even took him to obtain his second Soul Ring. We get along fairly well, too."
With that answer, Wang Dong'er was the one left embarrassed.
Her face flushed crimson, and she did not know what to ask.
Ji Siyuan still stood up to smooth things over. "I just told her that Senior Sister—or rather, Teacher—you came from the Inner Court and were very powerful. She wanted to know exactly how powerful you are."
Wang Dong'er had dug the hole, but he still had to fill it in—to smooth things over and give her a way out.
The normal procedure would have been for Zhang Lexuan to display her strength.
But there was always some little genius who did something baffling.
Dai Huabin also stood up and asked a question. "Teacher, my brother Dai Yueheng is also a student of the Inner Court. He's even the captain of this generation's Shrek Seven Devils team. Are you stronger, or is he?"
Dai Huabin was an assault-type soul master, so his appearance in the class was only natural.
But this made Huo Yuhao extremely uncomfortable.
He harbored an almost uncontrollable hatred toward Dai Huabin and could only calm down when he was beside Ji Siyuan.
That was because being beside Ji Siyuan gave him a strange sense of security.
At that moment, he was holding Ji Siyuan's hand.
Both of Ji Siyuan's hands were occupied.
Zhang Lexuan continued smiling, and her expression did not seem to have changed much.
But anyone could tell that her smile toward Dai Huabin was far less amiable than the one she had shown Ji Siyuan.
"You mean Junior Dai Yueheng? Let me correct one mistake first. Dai Yueheng isn't the captain of this generation's Shrek Seven Devils. He's only the vice-captain. I was the captain of an earlier generation."
She released her martial soul, revealing two yellow, two purple, three black Soul Rings, and finally a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.
"Junior Dai Yueheng is only a Soul Emperor, while I'm a Soul Douluo!"
Such a young Soul Douluo, with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring on top of that, had limitless prospects.
"A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring? It's really a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring."
Although they had become somewhat common later on, Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings were still genuinely rare.
For example, Yan Shaozhe did not have one.
Moreover, Zhang Lexuan's Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring was her eighth Soul Ring. That meant she could still have another Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring as her ninth.
The students had guessed that Zhang Lexuan was powerful, but they had never expected her to be this powerful.
"Student, remember to think carefully before asking a question next time. If the question you ask is wrong, other people may not be able to answer you."
It was the same smile, but it carried a different emotion.
Dai Huabin sat down trembling, not daring to say anything else.
He could feel everyone looking at him as if he were a clown.
He had tried to flaunt his brother and save face, only to lose face instead.
Once Dai Yueheng found out that night, there was a high chance he would get beaten as well.
Thus, he displayed his true nature and blamed the entire mistake on Ji Siyuan's question.
"I'll have my revenge."
Ji Siyuan had indeed stayed perfectly hidden while also boosting Zhang Lexuan's prestige.
The main reason was that he genuinely had no hands to spare at the moment.