Is Not Daring to Cause Trouble the Mark of a Mediocre Talent?

Two days after the freshman registration, the formal classes began.

Because the homeroom teacher for Class One was that heaven-defying Zhou Yi, Yang Jian did not want to leave any room for criticism, so he arrived early and sat in the classroom with Ye Qingyuan.

It wasn't until class time that an old woman appeared at the classroom door.

With withered skin and gray hair coiled atop her head, she wore a white robe and had a medium build, looking like an utterly unremarkable old woman. However, inconsistent with this appearance were her exceptionally bright eyes; her black pupils radiated a sharp light, and just by looking into them, one would feel an invisible pressure rising in their heart.

Of course, Yang Jian knew that Zhou Yi did not originally look like this; she simply felt that her natural, softer appearance lacked the power to intimidate students, so she wore a human-skin mask on her face.

Seeing a teacher enter, the previously somewhat chaotic class instantly quieted down, and all eyes focused on the podium.

The old woman's calm gaze swept across the classroom, and she immediately spoke:

"I am Zhou Yi, your homeroom teacher. I am not sure how many of you will be able to make it through the next year with me. But what I want to tell you is that in my class, no trash will ever pass the assessments. I am here to cultivate monsters, not idiots."

Her hoarse voice caused the vast majority of the students present to show expressions of indignation.

However, Yang Jian didn't feel much of anything; he simply found it amusing.

Most students in the outer courtyard were here to gild their resumes, and only a few aimed for the inner courtyard. If it weren't for the fact that Zhou Yi relied on the Level 8 Soul Engineer Fan Yu, she would have been removed from her position long ago just from student complaints alone.

Zhou Yi didn't care about the thoughts of the students below, and her next sentence shocked the entire room once again: "Since registration began these past few days, everyone who has been in a fight, stand up."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire classroom looked at one another in confusion.

Is this teacher crazy? She didn't even introduce herself, and she just asked if anyone had been in a fight?

Seeing that no one in the classroom stood up, a very obvious look of disappointment appeared on Zhou Yi's face:

"Not even one? You really are a bunch of trash. Don't you know that those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre? Everyone, leave the classroom immediately and run one hundred laps around Shrek Academy square. Whoever doesn't finish will be expelled."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ye Qingyuan, who had been frowning the entire time, could not help but stand up.

"Teacher, you keep saying 'trash' this and 'trash' that. Are you trying to belittle students to boost your own sense of superiority as a teacher? Or is it that you actually just want to gain some twisted pleasure from insulting students, or perhaps hide the fact that you are actually the trash with an inferiority complex?"

Once these words were out, the nearly one hundred students present collectively gasped.

Although they were equally dissatisfied or even angry at Zhou Yi's words, she was, after all, a teacher at Shrek Academy. If they were asked to resist or curse, they wouldn't dare.

Zhou Yi took in all the reactions beneath the podium. Unexpectedly, she did not get angry at Ye Qingyuan's words; she only looked at her with a faint expression: "You, two hundred laps."

"If you aren't convinced, you can get lost. As a homeroom teacher, I have the authority to expel any student. I'll give you one minute. If I don't see you all starting to run around Shrek Academy square within one minute, you will all be expelled."

As her voice fell, a powerful aura surged out from her body, and rings of soul rings emerged one after another.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black—six soul rings. This Zhou Yi was actually a Soul Emperor-level soul master.

The oppressive aura instantly swirled throughout the classroom, and the first to bear the brunt was Ye Qingyuan, who had stood up to scold her. However, Ye Qingyuan was not affected much, at most frowning slightly in discomfort.

Seeing this, Yang Jian slowly stood up.

The moment he rose, that uncomfortable feeling instantly vanished.

Ye Qingyuan blinked and sat down obediently.

Seeing that Yang Jian was not affected at all, Zhou Yi frowned in surprise.

This was her foolproof method; every freshman, after feeling this powerful aura, would eventually slink away and obediently follow her orders to run laps around Shrek Academy square.

She hadn't expected it to fail this time.

How truly interesting.

A look of interest flickered in Zhou Yi's eyes.

"Teacher Zhou Yi, you just said that those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre, right?"

"Shrek Academy doesn't have many rules, and what it encourages is for students to develop their own personalities. If you don't even dare to fight, if you don't even have that bit of backbone, what are you if not mediocre?"

"As for you, bringing a dog to my class. You and her, run two hundred laps as well."

Zhou Yi's expression returned to normal, still that same indifferent look.

But after hearing this, Yang Jian laughed instead.

He wasn't laughing out of anger; he was amused.

Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre?

Setting aside whether this ridiculous statement is correct or not, does your understanding of this phrase mean that not daring to fight equals having no backbone?

Fine, then I understand.

"Teacher Zhou Yi, fighting these fellow students of the same year is too boring. How about... I fight you."

"What do you think?"

As his words fell, the students in the classroom collectively gasped once more.

That is a six-ring Soul Emperor!

Is this guy so fierce that he wants to go up against a Soul Emperor right off the bat?

Of course, this was the thought of the minority. The vast majority still thought Yang Jian was a lunatic. To avoid being implicated by this crazy teacher because of this lunatic, many had already obediently walked out of the classroom to prepare for their laps.

"Fight me?"

Zhou Yi was stunned, but soon a faint smile appeared on her face: "Alright, kid. I take back what I just said. Compared to the other trash, you do indeed have backbone."

"I'll grant your wish. Let's go, we're heading to Shrek Square."

With that, Zhou Yi didn't dawdle, striding directly out of the classroom.

The students inside the classroom didn't dare to hesitate either, following closely behind Zhou Yi. A few of them even cast gloating looks at Yang Jian before leaving the room.

"Second Brother, will you be alright?"

Ye Qingyuan tugged gently on Yang Jian's sleeve, shaking her head with a hint of vexation.

"I really couldn't hold it in... what she said was just too infuriating. Did I cause trouble for you, Second Brother?"

Causing trouble?

Hardly.

Yang Jian shook his head and gave the fair, delicate hand clutching his sleeve a light pat.

"It's fine. Even if you hadn't retorted, I would have. Besides, your comeback just now was brilliant—you basically spoke my mind for me. If it had been me, I don't think I could have pulled off such an effective insult."

"Let's go. Don't keep that old hag waiting."