Devil Zhou Yi

In truth, teachers at Shrek Academy would not easily expel any student unless they committed a grave offense or completely refused to submit to the academy's management.

After all, every student who enrolled in Shrek Academy carried the earnest expectations of their family.

Teachers had no grudges against the students or the powers behind them, so they would, at the very least, give them a chance to participate in the freshman assessment.

The way Zhou Yi did things was purely an isolated case.

Who in their right mind would make support-type soul masters and power attack-type soul masters run the same number of laps?

She even had the gall to call it: "On the battlefield, the enemy won't show you mercy just because you're a support-type soul master or a girl."

How could those two things be the same?

Treating daily training like a special operation on the battlefield—was she trying to kill these students?

Support-type soul masters were already physically much weaker than the average power attack-type soul master, yet she forbade the use of soul skills and soul power, forcing them to run with nothing but their physical bodies while wearing iron vests weighing over ten pounds. Even if they were made of iron, they wouldn't be able to hold up.

The most critical point was that some would inevitably fall behind because they couldn't endure it.

Once they fell behind, they couldn't meet Zhou Yi's requirements, and Zhou Yi would simply expel them on the spot.

By the time she finished expelling everyone, all that remained were students who were already strong and possessed exceptional talent.

If that were the case, what was there left for a teacher like Zhou Yi to teach?

Even if they were taught by other teachers, they would still become successful.

After reviewing the memories from the original work, Huo Yuhao felt it was abstract to the extreme.

How could Shrek Academy allow someone like this, who lacked any real ability and enjoyed expelling students at whim, to be a teacher?

He shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it any further.

At this moment, the students had already begun to collect their iron vests.

Huo Yuhao stepped forward, picked up an iron vest at random, and weighed it in his hand.

It was about fifteen pounds.

For an ordinary person, running laps while wearing a fifteen-pound iron vest was indeed a significant burden.

But for someone like him, who had already reached the realm of Copper Skin Golden Muscle, this weight felt no different than wearing nothing at all.

He put on the iron vest and followed the team to the plaza.

On the plaza, besides Class Nine led by Mu Jin, several other classes had arrived one after another.

Students from many classes were already wearing their iron vests and had begun running around the plaza.

Huo Yuhao swept his gaze across the area and quickly spotted the people from Class One.

They were also on the plaza, but the difference was that the iron vests they wore were clearly much heavier than the ones Mu Jin had provided.

Getting closer, one could even hear the complaints of the Class One students.

"One hundred laps? On what grounds!"

"I came to Shrek Academy to learn, why do I have to run one hundred laps?"

"This iron vest is way too heavy! It's at least ten pounds heavier than the other classes!"

"Has Teacher Zhou lost her mind?"

Complaints rose one after another, but no one dared to stop.

Because Zhou Yi was standing right to the side, her gaze icy as she stared them down.

Huo Yuhao withdrew his gaze, no longer paying them any mind.

Soon, the students of Class Nine, led by Ning Tian, began their laps.

Huo Yuhao ran at a steady pace in the middle of the pack.

He didn't dash forward desperately like some others, nor did he fall to the back.

He simply maintained a consistent speed, running lap after lap.

For a body like his that had already reached Copper Skin Golden Muscle, running any number of laps was meaningless, as his body simply could not reach its limit.

There was no need for him to stand out.

Time ticked away, second by second.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

Gradually, the team began to split up.

Students with better physiques ran in front, while those with poorer stamina fell behind.

Some of the support-type girls were already panting, their footsteps becoming heavy.

Mu Jin stood to the side, carefully observing the state of every student.

When she saw a student who truly could not run any further, she would let them take off their iron vests and rest on the sidelines.

No one was scolded, and no one was expelled for running slowly.

This was the difference.

Huo Yuhao felt a surge of emotion in his heart as he continued to run at a steady, unhurried pace.

Finally—

The bell for the end of class rang out.

"Stop!"

Mu Jin clapped her hands and announced loudly:

"Everyone, stop and rest!"

The students felt as if they had been granted amnesty; they stopped one after another, some collapsing directly onto the ground to gasp for air, some leaning on their knees with sweat pouring down their faces, and others walking to the side to take water bottles from their classmates and gulping down the water.

However, no one had reached their absolute limit, and certainly, no one was exhausted to the point of collapse or overexertion.

Clearly, Mu Jin's control over the training intensity was incredibly precise, pushing every student to their appropriate limit without exceeding what they could bear.

Ning Tian and Wu Feng walked up to Mu Jin with the recorded data in hand.

"Teacher, these are the rankings based on the number of laps completed."

Mu Jin took the records, glanced over them, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Good, thank you for your hard work. Class dismissed."

The students cheered one after another and left the plaza in small groups.

Huo Yuhao took off his iron vest, placed it in the designated area, and was just about to leave—

Right at that moment, a clamor of noise drifted over.

He turned his head to look.

On the other side of the plaza, the training for Class One was still ongoing.

Zhou Yi stood at the front of the formation, her face dark and gloomy as she stared at the students who were still running.

"Do not stop! Keep running!"

Her voice was sharp and grating, carrying an unquestionable severity:

"One hundred laps, not a single one less! Anyone who dares to stop will be expelled immediately!"

Those students were already running with pale faces and trembling legs.

Especially the female students from the support departments; they had long since reached their physical limits, their complexions as white as paper, swaying as they struggled to stay upright.

"Teacher Zhou... I really can't run anymore..."

One girl pleaded with a tearful, sobbing voice.

"Can't run?"

Zhou Yi let out a cold sneer:

"On the battlefield, the enemy won't spare you just because you can't run! Keep running!"

The girl gritted her teeth, stumbled forward a few more steps, and finally—

"Thud!"

She collapsed headlong onto the ground and fainted.

Zhou Yi took one look and waved her hand expressionlessly:

"Carry her away. Someone with this level of physical fitness doesn't deserve to stay at Shrek. Expelled."

A few more girls couldn't hold on and collapsed one after another.

Zhou Yi announced their expulsions one by one.

Huo Yuhao stood in the distance, watching this scene, a flicker of coldness flashing through his eyes.

This was Zhou Yi.

This was the "strict" Zhou Yi.

The one hundred laps concluded.

Wang Dong collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air.

With his strength, finishing one hundred laps wasn't difficult, but he was still quite exhausted.

As for those students who failed to meet Zhou Yi's requirements, they were expelled on the spot.

Seventeen in total.

In just the span of a single class, the original ninety-nine students of Class One were reduced to eighty-two.

And this was only the first day.

After witnessing all of this, Huo Yuhao turned and left.

Behind him, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled across the plaza, stretching the lonely shadows of the expelled students long and thin.

Some crouched on the ground, covering their faces and weeping; some stared blankly at the school gate in a daze; others kept their heads down, dragging their weary bodies step by step back to the dormitories to pack their luggage.

Their Shrek dreams had shattered on the very first day of school.