Huo Yuhao: I Refuse to Be Class Monitor

At the same time.

On the other side, inside the classroom of Class Nine for freshmen.

Sunlight spilled through the bright windows, bathing the entire classroom in warmth and light.

One hundred students sat upright in their seats; some were flipping through textbooks, some were whispering to each other, and others were staring out the window in boredom.

The classroom was filled with a rising and falling cacophony, brimming with the vitality and restlessness unique to freshmen.

Until—

"Creak."

The classroom door was pushed open.

All sound ceased in that instant.

Over fifty gazes turned in unison toward the doorway, landing on the figure who had pushed the door open.

Mu Jin stood at the entrance, an irrepressible smile on her face.

But no one's gaze lingered on her for long.

Because standing behind her was someone else.

It was a young man.

His figure was upright, his features delicate, and his eyes were as calm as still water.

He stood there quietly, his gaze sweeping over the people in the classroom without a trace of expression.

Huo Yuhao.

This name had spread throughout the entire first year in the span of a single hour.

Single-handedly fighting seventy-one people and defeating them all.

With a soul power of level fourteen, he had sent a level twenty-nine Soul Grand Master with a mutated martial soul flying with a single punch.

He had forced Zhou Yi to apologize in public and made Fan Yu bring out three thousand-year soul bones to settle the matter.

Each of these feats was shocking enough on its own, yet they were all concentrated in one person.

Now, this person was standing right before them.

The classroom fell into a brief, dead silence.

Looks of astonishment appeared on everyone's faces—wasn't Huo Yuhao a student of Class One? Why was he in Class Nine?

Mu Jin ignored the surprised gazes and walked straight to the podium.

She turned to face the crowd and spoke with a smile:

"Students."

Her voice was not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Let me introduce a new classmate to you all."

She stepped aside, revealing Huo Yuhao behind her.

"Huo Yuhao will officially transfer to our Class Nine starting today."

As soon as her words fell, an uproar erupted in the classroom—

"What?! Huo Yuhao transferred to our class?!"

"My god! Am I dreaming?!"

"Why did he come to Class Nine? Isn't he from Class One?"

"Don't you know?

The news just came from the Soul Fighting Arena—that old witch Zhou Yi expelled Huo Yuhao!"

"Expelled?! Why? Didn't Huo Yuhao win?"

"Huo Yuhao did win, but the expulsion was mentioned before the bet. I heard Zhou Yi did it to establish her authority, intentionally expelling Huo Yuhao to give the students of Class One a warning. Fortunately, Teacher Mu has a keen eye and invited Huo Yuhao to join our Class Nine."

"So that's how it is? Then Zhou Yi really got what she deserved!"

"Serves her right! Who told her to be so arrogant, always threatening to expel students? She finally kicked a steel plate this time!"

Amidst the exclamations, there was excitement, admiration, curiosity, and a touch of complex awe.

Every eye was fixed on Huo Yuhao, as if they were looking at a legend.

Throughout the ten-thousand-year history of Shrek Academy, there had never been a student like Huo Yuhao.

By his own strength, he had nearly decimated every student taught by a single teacher.

He had forced a teacher to apologize in public.

He had made an eighth-level soul engineer step forward and use three thousand-year soul bones to settle the matter.

This was truly the first instance in the ten-thousand-year history of Shrek Academy!

And such a person was now their classmate!

Huo Yuhao stood beside the podium, his gaze sweeping over the unfamiliar faces below.

His face remained expressionless as he gave a faint nod.

"Hello everyone, I am Huo Yuhao."

His voice was calm, neither humble nor arrogant.

There was no pride, no showing off, and not even a hint of unnecessary emotion.

It was as if the feats that had shocked the entire grade moments ago had nothing to do with him.

This indifference only made the crowd hold him in even greater awe.

Mu Jin nodded in satisfaction. She scanned the classroom, her gaze landing on an empty seat by the window.

"Huo Yuhao, you can sit there."

She pointed her finger toward it.

Huo Yuhao nodded and walked toward that seat.

As he passed desk after desk, countless gazes followed his figure.

Some subconsciously straightened their posture, some held their breath, and others exchanged silent glances.

Huo Yuhao ignored them all, walking quietly on.

Soon, Huo Yuhao reached the seat by the window designated by Mu Jin and sat down, his gaze drifting toward the window.

The sunlight spilled in, warm and bright.

Seeing Huo Yuhao seated, Mu Jin nodded with satisfaction.

She turned to walk up to the podium, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote two large characters on the blackboard:

Class Monitor.

"Alright, students."

Mu Jin turned around, faced the crowd, and spoke with a smile:

"Next, we will hold an election for the class monitor of the Freshman Class Nine."

She paused, then continued:

"Any student who wishes to become the class monitor may walk up to the podium and demonstrate their strength.

Afterward, the position of class monitor will be decided by a class-wide vote."

"As for the vice-monitor, the candidate will be nominated by the newly elected class monitor."

As soon as she finished speaking, a low murmur of discussion broke out in the classroom.

Compared to Zhou Yi's dictatorial style of forced appointments, Mu Jin's democratic approach was clearly more popular.

Many students wore expressions of eagerness.

They were all outstanding young soul masters from various factions across the continent, born into prestigious families with exceptional talent and high pride.

Naturally, they were very interested in becoming the class monitor.

What was a class monitor?

It was the face of the class, the right-hand assistant to the teacher, and an important asset for future honors and evaluations.

Whoever became the class monitor would be one step ahead at the starting line.

However—

Amidst the discussions, many people's gazes turned in unison toward the seat by the window.

There, Huo Yuhao sat quietly, his gaze fixed outside the window as if all of this had nothing to do with him.

A single thought flashed through everyone's minds simultaneously—

Would Huo Yuhao... run for class monitor?

If he ran, what chance did anyone else have?

A ruthless character who defeated a level 29 at level 14, even sending someone like Wang Gang, a quasi-Soul Elder, flying with a single punch.

With such a person as class monitor, who could compete?

For a moment, the classroom fell silent.

No one dared to be the first to stand up.

Finally, a male student could not hold back any longer.

He stood up, looked toward Huo Yuhao's direction, and said loudly:

"I propose, how about we let Huo Yuhao be the class monitor?"

He paused, then continued:

"His strength is something we have all witnessed; defeating a level 29 at level 14, and fighting seventy-one consecutive battles without a single defeat.

If he becomes the class monitor, he will surely be able to lead our class well!"

As these words were spoken, many people nodded in agreement.

"That's right, Huo Yuhao has the greatest strength; he is the most suitable to be class monitor!"

"I agree too!"

"I have no objections to Huo Yuhao being class monitor!"

Amidst the discussion, Wu Feng, who was sitting beside Ning Tian, saw her expression change.

She sat up abruptly, a flash of displeasure crossing her red eyes.

Let Huo Yuhao be class monitor?

Then what about her Young Master?

Ning Tian was the Young Sect Master of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect, possessed Innate Full Soul Power, and held the Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda martial soul; she would inherit the position of Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in the future.

In terms of status, talent, and potential, how was she inferior to Huo Yuhao?

Why should the position of class monitor be handed over to Huo Yuhao?

Wu Feng opened her mouth, wanting to retort—

But she suddenly remembered something, and an image flashed through her mind.

Huo Yuhao stood on the Soul Fighting Platform, a three-meter-tall Emperor Phantom manifesting behind him, sending Wang Gang—whose strength had surged after consuming a Blood Soul Pill—flying with a single punch.

The brilliance of that punch and the soul-shaking pressure it exerted were still deeply branded in her mind.

Wu Feng opened her mouth, but the words that reached her lips were swallowed back down.

Although she was confident, she was not stupid.

If even the level 29 Wang Gang was sent flying by a single punch, what could she do other than get beaten up if she went up there?

However...

Wu Feng glanced at Ning Tian with unwillingness.

Ning Tian sat there quietly with a faint smile on her face, as if all of this had nothing to do with her.

Wu Feng gritted her teeth, just about to bite the bullet and speak—

At that moment, a clear, resonant voice rang out.

"Teacher Mu."

Everyone turned their heads at the same time to look in the direction the voice came from.

By the window, Huo Yuhao slowly stood up.

His gaze was calm, his face devoid of any expression, as he spoke indifferently:

"I do not wish to become class monitor."

The classroom fell silent in an instant.

Everyone was stunned.

Huo Yuhao... didn't want to be class monitor?

The male student who had made the proposal opened his mouth, his face full of confusion:

"W-why? You have the greatest strength; isn't it only natural for you to be class monitor?"

Huo Yuhao glanced at him, his voice remaining calm:

"I don't have much time for cultivation, and I only wish to focus on it. I have no intention of becoming class monitor."

Simple, direct, without any unnecessary explanation.

After finishing, he sat back down and looked out the window again, as if this matter no longer concerned him.

The classroom fell into a brief silence.

The crowd looked at one another, not knowing what to say.

Some breathed a sigh of relief—if Huo Yuhao wasn't running, they had a chance.

Others showed disappointment—they had wanted Huo Yuhao to lead the class, but they hadn't expected him to refuse.

Wu Feng, meanwhile, let out a long sigh of relief.

She didn't have to face a monster as terrifying as Huo Yuhao.

She turned to look at Ning Tian, a flash of triumph in her eyes—Young Master, now no one can compete with you.

Standing on the podium, Mu Jin felt a flash of disappointment upon hearing Huo Yuhao's words.

But she quickly recovered and nodded with a smile:

"Very well, since Student Huo does not wish to become class monitor, the teacher will naturally not force the issue."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the crowd below:

"Is there anyone else who wishes to become class monitor?"

Huo Yuhao's voluntary withdrawal had reignited hope in many people.

A tall male student was the first to stand up, striding toward the podium.

"My name is Zhao Yang, my Martial Soul is the Iron Arm Ape, and my Soul Power Level is twenty-one! I want to run for class monitor!"

He shook his arms, and two yellow soul rings emerged beneath his feet, a fierce aura permeating the room.

The crowd nodded one after another—level twenty-one was decent strength.

But soon, another person stood up.

"My name is Qian Feng, my Martial Soul is the Gale Wolf, and my Soul Power Level is twenty-two! I want to run as well!"

One student after another walked onto the podium to display their strength.

Level twenty, level twenty-one, level twenty-two...

Just then, a red figure stood up.

Wu Feng.

She strode onto the podium, her short red hair looking like a burning flame under the sunlight.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she swept her gaze across the crowd below, a trace of disdain curling the corners of her lips.

"Wu Feng, Martial Soul Red Dragon, Soul Power Level—twenty-four!"

As her voice fell, two bright yellow soul rings emerged beneath her feet.

At the same time, a violent aura surged from her body; it was the unique pressure of the Red Dragon Martial Soul, carrying a hint of the dragon race's dominance and majesty.

The classroom fell silent instantly.

Level twenty-four!

Aside from Huo Yuhao, who else present could be a match for a level twenty-four?

Those students who had been eager to try just a moment ago now shut their mouths.

Some were unconvinced and wanted to step out to challenge her, but upon feeling that dragon pressure, they ultimately chose silence.

Wu Feng retracted her gaze with satisfaction and turned to look at Ning Tian.

She spoke slowly: "I nominate Ning Tian to be the class monitor of Class Nine."

Ning Tian smiled slightly, stood up, and walked onto the podium.

Her platinum-blonde hair shimmered with a soft luster in the sunlight, and her azure eyes were as pure as a lake.

She stood there quietly, her entire being radiating a gentle, water-like temperament that formed a sharp contrast to Wu Feng's dominance.

"Ning Tian, Martial Soul Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda, Soul Power Level twenty-nine."

Her voice was soft, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

An auxiliary-type soul master.

Level twenty-nine.

In terms of combat power, she was indeed inferior to those assault-type soul masters.

But no one dared to underestimate her.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda—the world's number one auxiliary Martial Soul.

With a level twenty-four Red Dragon soul master like Wu Feng by her side, who would dare to touch her?

Mu Jin watched this scene and nodded with a smile.

"Is there anyone else who wants to run?"

She scanned the room, but no one answered.

"Very well, let's begin the voting."

A moment later, the results were in.

Ning Tian was elected class monitor with an absolute majority.

Wu Feng naturally became the vice monitor—nominated by Ning Tian herself.

Huo Yuhao sat by the window, having not participated in the voting from start to finish.

He simply gazed quietly out the window, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.

The sunlight spilled in, casting mottled light and shadows across his face.

After Ning Tian was elected class monitor, she turned to face the crowd below, a gentle smile on her face:

"Thank you all for your trust. I will do my best to fulfill the duties of class monitor and lead everyone to progress together."

She paused, her gaze sweeping intentionally or unintentionally toward the direction where Huo Yuhao sat:

"I also hope that everyone will support me and that we can work hard together."

Applause rang out.

Huo Yuhao still did not turn his head.

He just sat there quietly, his gaze fixed on the sky outside the window.

The sky was very blue, and the clouds were very white.

His thoughts had long since drifted far away.

Three thousand-year spirit bones were already in his possession; next, it was time to refine that particular medicinal pill.

As for the position of class monitor?

He truly had no interest in it.

There were two reasons for this.

One: He would not be staying at Shrek Academy for long. Once the freshman assessment concluded, he would depart for the Extreme North to obtain his second martial soul.

Becoming the class monitor brought him more disadvantages than benefits; he had no desire to cultivate talent for Shrek Academy, as that was no different from aiding the enemy.

Two: His time was extremely precious, and he was unwilling to waste even a fraction of it on trivial matters.

Becoming the class monitor would bring a heap of troublesome affairs, and he was a person who detested trouble above all else.