The Teaching Career Is Over, Isn't It? (Seeking Follow-ups)

Seeing no one respond, Xiao Yan could only retreat from the stage with a sense of regret.

He had originally hoped to beat up a couple more people; after all, he wouldn't have such a good opportunity to bully his classmates in broad daylight again.

Xiao Yan jumped off the challenge stage and looked toward Teacher Mu Jin:

"Teacher, my self-introduction ends here. It's time to move on to the next step."

"Self... self-introduction?"

Mu Jin was stunned, only then remembering that Xiao Yan had indeed been introducing himself before he started fighting.

"Ahem, right. Well then, students, since everyone has gotten to know each other, let's... select a class monitor."

"Although we may only be together for the three months of the freshman term, I hope those with lower cultivation will do their best to improve themselves. Therefore... it is more appropriate for a student with a higher Soul Power Level to serve as class monitor."

"Hmm... Ning Tian, although you are of the Support System, you have the highest level in our class. I propose that Ning Tian takes the position of class monitor. What do you think?"

Xiao Yan returned to the spectator stands and sat beside Xiao Yulü. The sense of déjà vu, as if he were back in a lecture hall from his previous life, left Xiao Yan feeling quite sentimental.

"Teacher, although I would very much like to be the class monitor, I am afraid there is someone else in our class more suitable for the role."

Ning Tian stood up. Her short hair covered the corners of her eyes, masking her expression and making her thoughts difficult to read.

"For example, Xiao Yan."

"I believe everyone here would be perfectly convinced by this classmate taking on the role of monitor."

Xiao Yan was taken aback. Damn, how did this get dragged back to me?

"Ahem, well, everyone, I appreciate the kind gesture, but..."

"No! Xiao Yan cannot be the class monitor!"

Just as Xiao Yan stood up to explain, a sharp voice tore through the air, accompanied by a chilling, rustling sound that reached everyone's ears.

The crowd looked over in unison and discovered the source of the sound: Zhou Yi, who was crawling gloomily across the floor.

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan!"

"Join Class One, join Class One, join Class One!"

"???"

Zhou Yi crawled gloomily toward the spectator stands, repeating her dark, screeching chant.

"Join Class One, join Class One, join Class One!"

"Maya, Big Sister, stop it!"

Xiao Yulü couldn't stand the sight of that old face twisting and twitching right next to him, so he reached out to pin her down. However, even with her head held down, Zhou Yi writhed like a freakish creature, her limbs twitching and squirming as she tried to get closer to Xiao Yan.

Want, want, want, want, want!

She wanted Xiao Yan as a student far too much!

At only nine years old, he already possessed such combat power and such temperament!

Didn't the academy always say she was too quick to expel students and too radical in her educational methods!?

If she could bring this Xiao Yan under her wing today, and he grew up to achieve greatness, wouldn't that prove her methods were right and every other teacher was wrong!?

Her teaching methods could never be the problem! The problem was always the students!

They were the trash, they were the incompetent ones! They were the ones who couldn't carry out her teaching methods!

She only needed to get her hands on Xiao Yan, teach him well, provide him with resources, and let him reach the rank of Titled Douluo!

She, Zhou Yi, would become the Teacher of Douluo. She might even be nurtured in return by this youth, eventually soaring to success and perhaps even becoming the Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion!

"But, I refuse."

"Huh?"

Zhou Yi froze, as if she hadn't heard clearly, or perhaps... she was in disbelief.

"I said, I refuse."

Xiao Yan looked at Zhou Yi's old face. Although he knew it was a disguise, seeing it for so long still made him feel a bit nauseated.

"Why?"

Zhou Yi asked as if by reflex, only to see Xiao Yan give her a thumbs-up, then sink it heavily downward.

"Old hag, you don't actually think that just by dragging me into Class One, any future achievements I make will be credited to your teaching, do you?"

"When I eventually become a god, are you going to say, 'I, Zhou Yi, taught a god'?"

"What are you dreaming about?"

"You..."

Zhou Yi was stunned for a moment, then her chest heaved violently. She was furious.

She was merely wearing a human-skin mask, yet she was being called an old hag! She had done this specifically to appear more dignified in front of her students, and yet she was being insulted for it!

One had to know what women hated most. That's right: being called old. Right now, not only was Zhou Yi being pointed at and scolded by Xiao Yan, but she was also being called old.

Truly... unforgivable!

Zhou Yi turned red almost instantly, provoked by Xiao Yan to the point of wanting to use Martial Soul Possession to attack him, yet she forgot one thing.

Xiao Yan's martial soul possessed the might of a great dragon.

Just as Teacher Zhou Yi activated her Martial Soul Possession, baring her fangs and hissing as if to swallow him whole, Little Fire Dragon made its move.

It was merely a simple Dragon's Wrath; even though it was a minor skill that only dealt 40 points of damage despite its exceptional effectiveness, it instilled immense terror in her at that very moment, and then...

Zhou Yi's legs went weak again, and she slid to her knees on the ground.

"Wuwuwu, Xiao Yan-chan, I was wrong, please just join Class One, I'm begging you..."

"Scram."

Xiao Yan pressed his shoe sole against her face, using all his strength to suppress her squirming, then pointed toward the nearby track.

"You old hag, look at yourself! Do you have even a shred of a teacher's dignity left?"

"Kneeling repeatedly and crawling around in the dark in front of your Class One students—is this what you call a teacher's authority?"

Only then did Zhou Yi remember that her students were still running. She turned her head to look and discovered that nearly half the people on the track had stopped to watch her unsightly display.

"What are you... what are you all doing! Do you want to be expelled? Still looking... wuwuwu, don't look, I beg you, don't look, close your eyes..."

This teacher, who had always been extremely stern, was now completely losing her composure. Xiao Yulü stared with wide eyes, muttering almost to himself:

"Why does this old woman act so coyly?"

Seeing the commotion, the students on the track gradually gathered around. Even Wang Dong wanted to come over and see the spectacle; only that kid Huo Yuhao, despite being unable to run anymore, kept on running.

Mu Jin knew she could no longer stand by idly. She hurriedly began to maintain order, organizing the students of Class One to return and continue carrying out Teacher Zhou Yi's teaching plan, but some were unconvinced.

"How truly ugly. Why should a person like this be our homeroom teacher?"

"That's right, how can our homeroom teacher be such a hypocritical person? How can she lead us to become powerful soul masters like this! Change the teacher! Change the teacher! Change the teacher!"

"Change the teacher!"

"Change the teacher!"

Gradually, the chants grew louder and more resonant, to the point where even Mu Jin didn't know how to handle it.

Looking at such a scene, Zhou Yi's face turned deathly pale.

If other teachers saw this, her career as a teacher would surely be over!