Newcomer List? Long Yaochen: I'm Chovy...

After completely dealing with Zhou Yi, time slipped away before anyone realized it.

Three months passed in the blink of an eye.

For Freshman Class One, these three months were a period of both pain and joy.

The joy came from the fact that although Zhang Lexuan had never officially served as a teacher, her superb soul power, broad horizons, and the experience she gained from frequently guiding junior students back in the Inner Court meant that she managed the administrative affairs of Freshman Class One with ease and perfect order. In terms of teaching quality, she was not at all inferior to some of the veteran Outer Court teachers.

She allowed every freshman to truly witness the foundation of the continent's number one academy.

But the pain was also precisely because of this; Zhang Lexuan taught according to the students' aptitude, factoring in their power attack systems, control systems, and whether they had actual combat experience.

She divided the students in the class into several different batches to conduct targeted instruction.

Because her old injuries made physical movement inconvenient, and Long Yaochen happened to have nothing to learn here, he took over as the "teaching assistant." For those troublemakers who refused to be disciplined or the freshmen who tried to slack off, he conducted a round of inhumane "loving education."

The strength of Freshman Class One advanced by leaps and bounds under this two-pronged teaching approach.

However, the peaceful days of Freshman Class One had nothing to do with Long Yaochen.

Just as he had expected, things had not been quiet at all during this period.

Ma Xiaotao, relying on the title of "fiancée," ran to the Outer Court every few days.

Her excuse was extremely high-sounding—"The Evil Fire is becoming uncontrollable, and I need to find him to regulate it."

Although Long Yaochen continuously stabilized his divinity and improved the quality of his flames during this process, he couldn't stand the mental exhaustion!

Wang Dong and Ma Xiaotao looked at each other with extreme disdain, and they would almost always have a huge argument, giving Long Yaochen a massive headache.

Fortunately, there were several times when Zhang Lexuan appeared quite promptly, using the excuse of handling administrative affairs to pull him out of the center of the battlefield.

Through these critical rescues, the relationship between the two also improved significantly.

At the very least, Zhang Lexuan's impression of Long Yaochen had changed quite a bit.

At the least, his personality was not as wretched as she had first imagined.

However, in certain aspects, he made her increasingly unable to tolerate him.

At this moment, in Zhang Lexuan's temporary office.

Sunlight filtered through the blinds, quietly spilling onto the neat desk.

Bang—!

A thick stack of envelopes was thrown onto the office desk.

"Did you come to Shrek just to attract bees and butterflies? The love letters you force onto me every week could circle the Shrek Plaza." Zhang Lexuan sat in front of the desk with a helpless expression.

Her complexion was much ruddier than it had been three months ago; the fragile, shattered feeling she once had gradually disappeared, and she returned to her previous gentle yet capable appearance.

On the leather sofa nearby, Long Yaochen was leaning back lazily, toying with the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife that had shed its evil aura and was now emitting a warm, lustrous glow.

No, to be precise—the Holy Blade of Life.

Back then, after Electrolux used his divinity to completely purify the carving knife, the divinity was permanently etched into it.

The originally rich and pure life force of the Life Gold now carried a sacred aura, and the whole thing had become cold, golden, and translucent.

Therefore, Long Yaochen had given it a new name.

"Sigh! Who told me to be so charming? I just took a walk, and a group of people wanted to make friends with me," Long Yaochen said as if it were a matter of course.

"This is the assessment list for the Freshman Grand Competition. Check it," Zhang Lexuan said, ignoring his narcissism as she handed over a stack of files.

"Senior Sister, I'm just a teaching assistant. Shouldn't this kind of menial work of formatting and proofreading be your job?"

Long Yaochen didn't even lift his head, righteously acting as the one who shirked his responsibilities.

The fountain pen in Zhang Lexuan's hand paused slightly, and a flash of helplessness crossed the depths of her cold eyes, but surprisingly, she didn't get angry.

Over these past three months, she had completely grown accustomed to this young man's style of doing things.

Although he was always overbearing and flamboyant, his methods were extremely effective every time he helped her deal with the troublemakers in the class.

And...

For some reason, whenever this young man stayed by her side, the suppression and heaviness she had felt for years due to the Sea God Pavilion and Bei Bei would be smoothed over by an extremely warm aura.

After getting used to this aura, seeing the love letters she was asked to pass on made an inexplicable irritation rise in her heart.

But it was one thing for this guy to attract girls; she didn't know why even some boys were stuffing love letters into his hands.

Even his very pretty roommate was always at odds with Ma Xiaotao because of him.

It was truly strange...

"You don't have to look at the outline," Zhang Lexuan lowered her eyes, her tone flat. "But when Ma Xiaotao comes to see you tonight, I will truthfully tell her about you having me collect love letters from female students in the freshman area on your behalf."

The fingers Long Yaochen used to toy with the carving knife stiffened.

He had finally managed to have a few days of peace; if that crazy woman Ma Xiaotao found out...

He estimated that not a single girl in the outer courtyard dormitory building would be able to come downstairs tonight...

"You win."

Long Yaochen sat up straight and reached out to take the files, his fingertips brushing against hers for a fleeting second.

Zhang Lexuan retracted her hand as if electrocuted, her heart skipping a beat for no reason. She forced herself to remain calm, lowering her head to continue grading the assignments.

Meanwhile, on the outer courtyard training grounds, it was a completely different scene.

Huo Yuhao stood in place, drenched in sweat, gasping for air.

Yet, within those deep blue spirit eyes of his, there burned an ambition he had never felt before... along with a hint of ruthlessness.

"Not bad. Your Spirit Shock has initially gained the power to kill enemies above your rank."

Inside his mind, Old Tang's gentle yet unquestionable voice resonated:

"Remember, you must take first place in this Freshman Grand Competition!

Trample everyone who dares to look down on you, everyone who looks down on the Tang Sect, firmly beneath your feet.

Especially... Long Yaochen!

Make this person who plundered your destiny regret it thoroughly!"

"I understand."

Huo Yuhao clenched his fists tightly, his gaze crossing the training grounds toward the direction of the Freshman Class One teaching building.

For these past three months, he had cultivated with his life on the line, meditating even while he slept.

Long Yaochen... just you wait! I will definitely take first place in the Freshman Assessment!

I will prove in front of everyone that I am the strongest existence among this year's freshmen!

I will let you know... that plundering my destiny is a path to certain death!

"Achoo!"

Long Yaochen rubbed his nose. "Why do I feel like someone is badmouthing me behind my back? Is there a draft in this office?"

"Be serious! If you get one name wrong, I'm throwing all those love letters to Ma Xiaotao!" Zhang Lexuan tapped the desk with her pen, annoyed.

"Women really are unreasonable creatures." Long Yaochen curled his lip. Under the weight of her authority, he obediently turned his gaze back to the assessment list in his hands.

"Group One: Wang Dong, Huo Yuhao, Xiao Xiao..."

Seeing the first line, Long Yaochen raised an eyebrow: "Huh? Why did you give Wang Dong to someone else?"

As he spoke, his eyes quickly scanned the entire list.

There were twenty-two groups in total, yet his own name wasn't on it?

"I'm Chovy, you better give me the right list!" Long Yaochen was instantly displeased.

What was the meaning of this?

If they weren't going to let him crush the newbies, then hadn't all his hard work in cultivation been for nothing?