"Abbess" Zhou Yi! If You Don't Fight, You Don't Deserve to Enter Shrek

"Good to know. It seems you're actually quite clear on the matter—whether it's strength..." He paused, his gaze sweeping pointedly over Wang Dong, "or looks, you are... inferior to me."

Having said that, he shrugged with an innocent expression that screamed, "I'm just stating facts."

"You're talking nonsense!" Wang Dong was so angry she nearly jumped up, but constrained by the classroom setting, she could only lower her voice and grit her teeth. "How am I inferior to you, you arrogant jerk?! Just you wait, sooner or later..."

"Sooner or later what? Sooner or later you'll be beaten into the ground by me and forced to call me 'Daddy'?" Su Chen replied instantly, his tone as flat as if he were discussing the weather.

"Su Chen!!!" Wang Dong felt like she was about to explode. How could this annoying guy have such a poisonous tongue? She wanted to summon her martial soul and fight him again right then and there—even if the result might be... but she couldn't swallow this insult!

Xiao Xiao covered her mouth to hide her giggles, her cyan eyes curving into crescents. She watched the two roommates bickering back and forth, finding their dynamic truly amusing.

Occasionally, she would chime in with a soft word or two, attempting to "mediate," but it usually only served to fan the flames of their "war."

As Su Chen and Wang Dong continued their "daily routine" of bickering, time ticked away second by second. The classroom gradually shifted from its initial noisy bustle to a somewhat oppressive silence.

More and more freshmen sat up straight, their eyes darting toward the classroom door, their faces showing clear signs of anxiety and nervousness.

The start time for class was drawing ever closer.

That legendary "perverted old hag," the "Extinction Nun"—Zhou Yi—was about to make her entrance.

The terrifying rumors about her had long been circulating among the freshmen; no one wanted to start their first day of school on the wrong foot.

Finally, with less than a minute left before the official start time—

"Bang!"

The classroom door was violently pushed open from the outside! The force was so great that the door slammed against the wall with a dull thud, striking a chord of dread in the hearts of every freshman.

An invisible wave of soul power, carrying a heavy sense of oppression and a chilling aura, swept through the entire classroom like a tidal wave!

The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. Every freshman felt their breath hitch, their hearts gripped by an invisible hand.

Following this, a figure walked into Freshman Class One with a steady, rigid gait, as if measured by a ruler.

It was an old woman. She looked at least fifty or sixty years old, with graying hair pulled into a meticulous bun atop her head.

Her face was deeply lined, her skin a sallow yellow, but her eyes were exceptionally sharp and bright, scanning every corner of the classroom like a hawk.

She was of medium build, dressed in a clean white teacher's robe, but the aura she exuded was the exact opposite of her modest attire: cold, stern, and heartless.

It was none other than the legendary "Extinction Nun"—Zhou Yi!

Seeing a teacher enter, the class, which had still held some faint whispers, fell deathly silent. All eyes, filled with complex emotions of nervousness, awe, and curiosity, converged on the podium.

Zhou Yi's gaze swept calmly from left to right, her eyes seeming to pierce through to the soul. Suddenly, every freshman felt as if they had been locked onto by her, with nowhere to hide, an invisible pressure weighing heavily on their hearts.

The same familiar scent, the same familiar person, the same familiar power play... A trace of faint annoyance flickered in Su Chen's heart. He had long anticipated this teacher's style of operation.

Zhou Yi did not speak immediately, instead using that cold, appraising gaze—as if inspecting merchandise—to scan the entire class before slowly opening her mouth, her voice raspy and carrying an unquestionable authority:

"My name is Zhou Yi, and I am the head teacher of Freshman Class One."

She paused, her gaze sweeping the class once more, her lips curling into a near-mocking arc:

"However, I am not yet your head teacher. Because I am not certain how many of you fifty-two people will be able to make it through the next year with me."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over the heads of many freshmen who still held illusions.

"But what I want to tell you is," Zhou Yi's voice turned abruptly cold, her eyes sharp as knives, "in my class, all trash, losers, and idiots will not pass the assessment!"

She raised her voice slightly, carrying a near-paranoid emphasis:

"The meaning of Shrek Academy is 'Monster' Academy! What I intend to cultivate are monsters!"

"True geniuses who dare to challenge, dare to struggle, and dare to stir up trouble! Not those who follow the rules, act timidly, and are too afraid to even fight... idiots!"

As soon as these words were spoken, many students showed expressions of indignation. Having passed Shrek's rigorous entrance examination to stand here, who among them wasn't a carefully selected genius from their respective cities, families, or even kingdoms?

They were absolute elites among their peers! Yet, in the mouth of this Teacher Zhou, they had instantly become "trash," "idiots," and "losers"!

Sitting in the back row, Su Chen's expression remained calm, but deep in his eyes, a flicker of clear disgust passed.

The same old routine. Using extreme language to suppress students' self-esteem, using aggressive or even overbearing means to establish absolute authority, and expelling all students who didn't submit to her outdated, harsh, and near-abusive training methods... This Zhou Yi was exactly as the rumors described: her teaching philosophy was backward, her character questionable, and she relied purely on Shrek's resources and the "luck" of being assigned top-tier talent to build her reputation for a "high graduation rate."

Utterly despicable.

Just as the freshmen were seething with indignation, daring to be angry but not to speak, Zhou Yi's next sentence shocked the entire class once again.

"Over the past few days of registration," Zhou Yi's voice returned to a cold calm, yet carried a strange, piercing quality, "those who have fought, stand up."

"..."

The class was deathly silent.

The freshmen looked at one another, their eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. Everyone had only been admitted in the last few days and had just moved into the dorms; most didn't know each other yet, so why would anyone be fighting in the academy for no reason?

Even if there were conflicts, wouldn't people choose a more "friendly" way to resolve them?

Oh... it seemed there were actually two.

Many people's gazes subconsciously drifted toward two figures in the back row by the window. There had been quite a few witnesses to the "showdown" in front of the dormitory building that day.

But even if they had fought, who would voluntarily stand up and admit it? Admitting to a fight in front of the head teacher on the first day of school—wasn't that just asking for trouble?

A faint, almost imperceptible smile curled the corner of Su Chen's mouth. He watched Zhou Yi on the podium with interest, sitting steadily in his seat without the slightest intention of rising. He wanted to see what kind of trick this "Extinction Nun" was trying to pull.

Wang Dong, acting out of spite, stole a glance at Su Chen. Seeing him sitting there calmly and motionless, she bit her lip and decided to stay put, also remaining seated.

For a moment, the entire class remained silent; no one stood up to admit they had fought.

"Not a single one?" Zhou Yi's eyebrows shot up, the mockery and disdain on her face nearly overflowing. She even spat, the sound ringing out clearly in the silent classroom. "What a bunch of losers! Cowards! Do you not know what the school motto that Shrek Academy has passed down for ten thousand years is?!"

Her gaze, sharp as lightning, shot toward the back row, her voice suddenly rising with an aggressive intensity:

"'Those who dare not stir up trouble are mediocre'! If you don't even have this bit of grit and courage, are you even fit to be in Shrek?!"