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The next day, morning.

The students who passed the assessment walked into the classroom one after another.

Almost all of them were in groups of two or three, accompanied by their teammates.

In the surging crowd of the corridor, Lu Ran walked alone.

The surrounding students automatically parted for him and closed back in behind him, Like a shark swimming into a school of sardines.

Walking into the classroom, Those who had not been his companions over the past three months looked over one after another.

Among them were several familiar figures, Such as the gloomy-faced Dai Huabin, who was sitting in the front row with his arms crossed, Turning his gaze away with a mix of disgust and fear.

Lu Ran chose a seat in the back row by the window and sat down; as a Soul Master, he naturally didn't need to worry about not being able to hear or see clearly.

Being able to take in everything in the class at a glance, It was a good spot, and also his favorite position.

Back in his middle-school-syndrome days, he had even heard a saying: the back row by the window...

The morning breeze blew in from outside the window, and the fresh, moist air surged into his lungs, Making him feel involuntarily clear-headed.

"It's over~"

A crisp, melodious voice rang out, and a faint, lingering fragrance drifted toward him.

Lu Ran turned his head to look.

A girl with platinum hair was sitting next to him; her skin was fair, her temperament gentle, and a sweet smile played on the corners of her lips.

Her bright, golden eyes were curved into crescent moons, And her custom-made school uniform outlined her slender, graceful curves, Overflowing with the aura of youth.

Lu Ran tilted his head; sitting beside her was the Red-haired Girl, with crimson eyes and a proud figure, though her temper wasn't very good.

She was currently grinding her teeth at him, Looking like she wanted to hiss, Though it was a pity that Wu Feng had a delicate, pointed face, not round at all.

"This is Class One..."

Lu Ran reminded Ning Tian.

After the Freshman Assessment, classes were reorganized: the Power Attack and Control systems were in Class One, the Defense and Agility Attack systems were in Class Two, the Support system was in Class Three, and the remaining Healing and Food systems were all in Class Four.

She should be in Class Three.

"So what if it's Class One?"

Ning Tian blinked her large eyes and said prettily:

"Isn't class not in session yet?"

"Hiss..."

Wu Feng glared at Lu Ran, grinding her teeth in a threat toward the person who had stolen the Young Mistress's attention.

But Ning Tian didn't even turn her head, slapping her on the thigh.

"Smack!"

"Ah!"

"Wuwu..."

She rubbed her thigh, whimpering in grievance, But the corners of her mouth couldn't stop curling upward, unable to hide her secret delight.

Ning Tian's beautiful eyes looked at the soul-guided clock on the wall; its monotonous metallic color was not very conspicuous against the white wall.

It was almost time for class.

She stood up, bringing with her a breeze of light fragrance:

"I'll leave my Wu Feng in your care,"

She smiled gracefully, then turned her head to squint at Wu Feng.

A wave of emotion surged in Wu Feng's heart; she hadn't expected herself to be so important in the Young Mistress's heart. Was she afraid I would be bullied? Young Mistress, don't worry, I will protect myself well, because I was meant to protect the Young Mistress in the first place...

Seeing this, Wu Feng felt even more displeased with Lu Ran.

She admitted that Lu Ran was formidable, stronger than herself, but that was no reason for the Young Master to take the initiative to get close to him!

It had already been three months!

The Young Master couldn't possibly be interested in him, right?

She isn't, right?

She really isn't, right?!

A sense of foreboding suddenly washed over Wu Feng.

In the middle row, Wang Dong's powder-blue eyes took in every movement of the trio, and she turned her head back, Hmph, always flirting around!

The bell rang.

Students returned to their seats, but the classroom did not quiet down;

everyone was busy discussing who their homeroom teacher would be.

Wang Yan walked in with a tall, upright posture, wearing a crisp black suit with trousers so straight not a single wrinkle could be seen.

The classroom immediately fell silent.

Amidst the expectant and pleasantly surprised gazes of the students, his smile was as warm as a spring breeze, his voice clear and bright:

"First of all, congratulations to you all for passing the Freshman Assessment."

The students below had already guessed it, and staring at Wang Yan, they couldn't help but feel excited.

"Let me introduce myself. I will be your homeroom teacher for the next six years, responsible for discipline, student screening, curriculum allocation..."

Before he could finish his sentence, "Yeah!!!"

"That's great!!"

"Zhou Yi is finally gone, hahaha!!"

Those who had spent three months under Zhou Yi were jubilant, wishing they could pump their fists in celebration, while those who had only heard of her terrifying reputation couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness!

It wasn't Zhou Yi!

A class monitor could be explicitly designated as primary or deputy, but homeroom teachers usually weren't, as it involved the relationships and face between faculty members, which was a delicate matter.

Usually, only their assigned tasks were explicitly stated.

The students could all tell:

The primary homeroom teacher held the final decision-making power; if Wang Yan didn't nod, the deputy homeroom teacher couldn't expel a single person!

They just had to see who the deputy homeroom teacher was!

"Hahaha, the good days are here!"

"We've been brought back to life!"

"Teacher Wang Yan is lon..."

"..."

Before the words could finish, the massive classroom of nearly a hundred people, previously filled with a deafening roar of sound, suddenly fell silent, plunging into a deathly stillness, where one could hear a pin drop.

Because...

To the left of Wang Yan, who was gesturing for everyone to calm down with a helpless expression, at the classroom door, an elderly woman had appeared abruptly, not saying a word, her face icy cold—

Zhou Yi!

Dead silence!

The students who had been rowdy just a moment ago were so frightened they immediately shrank back into their seats, terrified of catching Zhou Yi's attention.

Fortunately, Zhou Yi did not look at them; she stared straight ahead, though she was not looking at Yan Shaozhe, nor at anyone else.

Wang Yan lowered his hand.

Introduction:

"Welcome, Teacher Zhou Yi."

"From now on, Teacher Zhou Yi will be responsible for your teaching duties."

The students below turned pale, especially those who had been the most prominent earlier but possessed relatively average talent; they were certain they had been spotted.

With Wang Yan present, they wouldn't be expelled, but with Zhou Yi in charge of instruction, they were definitely doomed...

The nightmare-like three months began to resurface in the minds of certain students.

Zhou Yi remained expressionless.

She lifted her foot and stepped into the classroom, the crisp sound of her footsteps echoing in the ears of every student like some kind of ominous omen.

She stood upon the podium.

Her gaze swept across the group of cowering, shivering students below, her expression cold and grim:

"A bunch of ingrates..."

The voice was not loud, but it was clear enough for everyone to hear distinctly, causing them to shiver even more violently.

Of course, not all of them; those with high talent and status, like Dai Huabin, merely lowered their heads, looking down upon the fearful students in their hearts.

Truly trash, useless.

Lu Ran sat by the window, watching Zhou Yi with a calm gaze.

Beside him, Wu Feng kept her head down, secretly poking his thigh to signal him not to act rashly.

Yet Lu Ran was like the only sunflower standing tall in a field of drooping ones, appearing extremely conspicuous.