Before long, Zhou Yi, wearing a mask, strode into the classroom.
After introducing herself, she got straight to the point and asked who had been in a fight.
Ji Jing stood up at once, under Wang Dong's shocked gaze.
Wang Dong could only stand up reluctantly, then complained under her breath:
"You idiot, why did you admit it? What if we get punished?"
Ji Jing said indifferently:
"I did it, so I admitted it. If there's a punishment, I'll take it. What's there to deny?"
"You idiot..."
Wang Dong was speechless.
She didn't know why, but sometimes Ji Jing came across as unbearably obnoxious, while at other times he seemed incredibly righteous.
What a strange guy.
Then Zhou Yi started berating the others as useless, saying that people who were afraid to cause trouble were good-for-nothings.
What was she going on about? Ji Jing didn't hear a single word.
After that, Zhou Yi sent the others outside to run laps. Huo Yuhao was among them.
Ji Jing thought that since Huo Yuhao hadn't wasted any time this time, he should be able to finish the laps on his own, barely. It shouldn't be a problem.
Even if he couldn't finish, Zhou Yi liked students who put their heads down and trained hard best. She'd probably find some way to let Huo Yuhao stay.
Zhou Yi looked at the two students who had remained and nodded in satisfaction. Then she asked:
"Who did you fight, and why?"
Wang Dong honestly replied that they were roommates and had fought over a dormitory dispute.
Hearing that, Zhou Yi said with satisfaction:
"Young people often became friends after a fight. That's a good thing. But next time, don't fight among yourselves. Go pick on students from another class."
With that, Zhou Yi waved her hand.
"All right, go run."
"Huh? Weren't we exempt from running?"
Wang Dong's eyes widened. She couldn't believe she was still being punished.
Zhou Yi glared at Wang Dong. Startled, she flinched and ducked behind Ji Jing.
"When did I ever say you didn't have to run? Hurry up and get downstairs. There isn't much time left."
"But..."
Wang Dong was about to say something else, but Ji Jing pulled her out of the classroom.
As they went downstairs, Wang Dong pouted at Ji Jing, her voice full of indignation:
"Why didn't you say anything for me? This teacher is so unreasonable!"
Ji Jing flicked Wang Dong on the forehead and said unconcernedly:
"Better to have one less thing to deal with. Besides, with your physique, a little exercise will do you good."
Wang Dong rubbed her smooth forehead unhappily, but didn't say anything more. She just followed Ji Jing downstairs and started running laps.
Even while running, Wang Dong kept competing with Ji Jing, always trying to beat him for speed.
Unfortunately, after panting her way through a hundred laps beside Ji Jing, she looked at him, not even flushed or out of breath, and could only admit helplessly that she was inferior to him in every way.
She deeply regretted being too lazy to train back in the Clear Sky Sect. Now she was only a level-21 Soul Grandmaster.
Otherwise, she might have been able to ride on Ji Jing's head and boss him around.
Unfortunately, all she could do now was dream about it.
Ji Jing looked at Wang Dong, who was staring into space, and twitched the corner of his mouth.
Based on what he'd known of her back in the Divine Realm, she was probably imagining that she was stronger than him, then thinking up ways to order him around.
This Xiao Qi—how was she still like this, even with her memories of the Divine Realm sealed?
Ji Jing and Wang Dong had started running last, but they were indeed the first to finish.
By now, the other students were still running.
Not long after, Zhou Yi came to the field too, to observe how the students were doing.
Among the runners, one frail figure caught the attention of both Zhou Yi and Ji Jing.
It was none other than Huo Yuhao, who was only level 11 at the moment.
Ji Jing made a rough estimate. The kid really could finish the run within the allotted time. He'd be in a sorry state, but he could do it.
With that in mind, Ji Jing stopped paying attention to Huo Yuhao.
Wang Dong was utterly exhausted and had no energy to pay attention to anyone else.
After everyone had finished running, Zhou Yi expelled those who had cut corners and slacked off. She also praised Huo Yuhao, who was the weakest but had indeed finished.
In the following class, Zhou Yi appointed Ji Jing, the student with the highest cultivation, as class monitor.
When they learned that Ji Jing's Soul Power was as high as level 38, some of those who had been eager to try their luck were thoroughly convinced.
Ji Jing was nearly a four-ring Soul Master. They'd better not go looking for a beating.
With such a disparity in cultivation, Ji Jing could send them flying with a casual slap.
After returning to the dormitory following class, Ji Jing immediately gathered his change of clothes, preparing to take a shower in the communal bathhouse.
Before leaving the dormitory, Ji Jing reminded Wang Dong:
"If you want to bathe in the dorm, make sure you're done within an hour. After I shower, I'm going to pick up some snacks. Don't lock me out."
Wang Dong didn't know how Ji Jing had guessed she was going to bathe in the dormitory. She didn't think much of it and nodded.
Only after she took a bathtub and hot water out of her Storage Soul Tool did she realize something was odd. Tilting her head, she wondered:
"Strange... Why do I feel like Ji Jing knows something? That shouldn't be possible..."
Having lost her memories of the Divine Realm and knowing nothing about Martial Soul Theory, Wang Dong didn't know that the Light Goddess Butterfly only appeared in women. In the end, she decided Ji Jing couldn't possibly have seen through her secret—that she was a girl.
She shook her head and began to enjoy her bath.
Tang San, watching from above the Divine Realm, nodded in satisfaction:
"At least that boy knows what's good for him. You have the first-generation Evil and Goodness protecting you, but your father doesn't, hmph..."
Ji Jing had no idea that another old geezer had his eye on him.
On the way to Snack Street, Ji Jing felt more and more impatient.
When it came to cooking, there might not be anyone on the entire Douluo Continent better than him.
But when he returned to the dormitory, he'd seen a black-haired beauty visiting Huo Yuhao.
She must have been Tang Ya, the current master of the Tang Sect.
That meant Huo Yuhao was definitely selling grilled fish on Snack Street right now.
Little Huo Grilled Fish was irresistible to Ji Jing, a transmigrator.
He'd wanted to taste the grilled fish everyone praised for ages.
Curious, Ji Jing turned aside and soon arrived at the bustling Snack Street.
He found the grilled-fish stall surrounded by layer upon layer of people without much trouble.
But before he could push his way in, an angry roar erupted from the center of the crowd.
"What do you mean, you're sold out? I'll pay ten times the price—no, twenty times! Grill it for me right now!"
A domineering voice rang out.
Then came Huo Yuhao's voice, a little tired but still firm:
"Sorry for the trouble, senior. I've really run out of ingredients for today. Even if you offer more money, I can't conjure any up. Why don't you come back early tomorrow?"
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