Ma Xiaotao

Zhou Yi stood up from the ground, looking somewhat disheveled. The gaze she fixed upon Yang Jian held a hint of complexity.

She had never in her wildest dreams imagined that she would one day be defeated by a twelve-year-old Soul Elder, especially after she had fought with her full strength.

Reflecting on the battle, she realized she had fallen into his control from the very beginning. Every move she made seemed to have been anticipated by him.

Such insight and control over a battle were hard to believe for a boy of only twelve.

However, a loss was a loss, and she had no reason to dwell on it.

"Yang Jian, you won. As agreed, the whole class no longer needs to run the hundred laps."

Zhou Yi's voice remained hoarse, and it also seemed to carry a trace of powerlessness.

After this incident, her authority as a teacher had vanished, and managing this class in the future would be much more difficult. Yet, even so, Zhou Yi did not feel there was anything wrong with her teaching methods.

At the very least, the students who graduated from her tutelage were the most outstanding, and some had even ascended to the Inner Court.

Zhou Yi looked at the other students on the Shrek Academy plaza and said coldly, "Of course, do not think this is a victory that belongs to you. In the future, I will only be stricter. As I said before, if you can't do it, get out! Of course, if any of you have the strength of Yang Jian, you are welcome to challenge me."

"As long as you can do that, you can be just like Yang Jian."

Having said that, Zhou Yi paused, her gaze flickering toward Yang Jian.

She knew that higher-level teachers must have noticed the battle just now. With such strength, it was impossible for Yang Jian to continue playing house with a group of freshmen in her class; it wouldn't be long before he was promoted to a higher grade or even directly into the Inner Court.

Therefore, she did not let her gaze linger on Yang Jian for too long, turning around and walking toward the teaching building without looking back.

Although Zhou Yi looked quite comical in her disheveled state, she was still a six-ring Soul Emperor, so the students present obediently followed behind her.

Yang Jian and Ye Qingyuan exchanged a glance and followed as well.

The news that Yang Jian had defeated their homeroom teacher, Zhou Yi, with his own strength spread rapidly throughout the first year. Although there were not many outsiders on the Shrek Academy plaza during the fight, a teacher who had always been at odds with Zhou Yi had witnessed the entire process, and it was she who spread the news to the entire grade.

Of course, many still questioned the authenticity of the report.

Students who could enter Shrek Academy, even if only the Outer Court, were rare geniuses by outside standards, and they would not easily admit that they were weaker than others.

Not to mention that a three-ring Soul Elder defeating a six-ring Soul Emperor had very little credibility to begin with.

"Hello, fellow student, may we get to know each other? My name is Wu Yanshan."

In the cafeteria, a girl who considered herself quite attractive walked up to Yang Jian, ignoring the murderous gaze of Ye Qingyuan, and looked at him with a gentle smile.

But Yang Jian didn't even look up, simply replying calmly:

"Sorry."

The girl's expression shifted slightly upon being snubbed. She stood there hesitating for a long time before turning away, clearly unwilling to give up.

Not until the girl had walked far away did Tang Ya shake her head with a sigh: "Tell me, how many times has this been recently? Yang Jian, aren't you a bit too popular?"

As she spoke, Tang Ya glanced at Ye Qingyuan, who was currently struggling with her food, and teased with a smile: "Look at how angry you've made our Qingyuan."

Hearing this, Ye Qingyuan felt even more incensed.

Of course, she wasn't angry at Tang Ya. After spending time together recently, they had become quite familiar, and since she and Tang Ya were roommates, their relationship had grown close quickly.

What she was truly angry about were the girls who wanted to get to know Yang Jian.

After Yang Jian became famous, the number of people paying attention to him increased instantly, and even some seniors from higher grades would occasionally wander around the first-year area.

Later, no one knew who had secretly drawn a portrait of Yang Jian and spread it around. Upon learning that Yang Jian was exceptionally handsome, those girls stuck to him like dog-skin plasters, impossible to shake off.

Of course, it might not just be because of his looks, but also his status as a three-ring Soul Elder.

In the entire first year, with over a thousand students, those who had broken through to the level of Soul Elder could be counted on one's fingers. Combined with his outstanding appearance, Yang Jian certainly had the capital to become the object of many girls' affections.

But the problem was... couldn't this group of people see her standing right next to him?

What was the meaning of ignoring her?

Too much!

Absolutely too much!

"Alright, stop being angry, let's eat."

Yang Jian looked up and comforted Ye Qingyuan with a helpless expression.

He hadn't expected such consequences from fighting Zhou Yi. If he were a more flamboyant person, he might feel that attracting so many girls was a sign of his charm, but he only felt a sense of lament.

He lamented that this truly was a "love-brain" continent.

He could still understand some senior girls expressing a desire to get to know him. After all, they were already fourteen or fifteen years old, but there was no shortage of such girls among the first-year freshmen, and some had even gone so far as to directly propose dating him.

That was truly hard to handle.

Seeing that Ye Qingyuan was still pouting, Yang Jian reached out and gently pinched her cheek: "Don't worry."

"Second Brother! Don't pinch my cheeks! I'm not a little kid anymore!"

Ye Qingyuan couldn't help but protest.

But in truth, that was a lie.

Being pinched on the cheek by Yang Jian, she didn't know how much she enjoyed it; she even wished he would pinch her a few more times.

"Why is someone from the Inner Court appearing in the Outer Court cafeteria?"

Bei Bei, who had been silently watching Tang Ya and hadn't spoken a word, couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Following Bei Bei's gaze, a beautiful figure stood prominently at the entrance of the cafeteria, her blood-red school uniform marking her identity as an Inner Court student.

Her appearance was also exceptionally striking, radiating a passionate and alluring aura, her pretty face flushed with a faint, flickering red light surrounding her.

"A senior from the Inner Court? Don't tell me she's also here for Yang Jian?"

Tang Ya muttered in a low voice, unaware that she had already spoken the truth.

The woman in the blood-red uniform stood at the cafeteria entrance, looking around as if searching for something.

When her gaze landed on Yang Jian, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she immediately strode toward the direction where Yang Jian was sitting.

Seeing this, Yang Jian was slightly taken aback.

This person is... Ma Xiaotao?