Freshman Class One Reports, I Just Slept In A Little Late

The next morning.

When the first ray of sunlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, spilling onto the snow-white cleavage on the bed.

Ye Guyi wearily opened her eyes.

A headache and an indescribable sense of soreness flooded her limbs and bones.

She instinctively looked at the clock on the wall, and when she saw the long hand pointing at the number "10," she was stunned.

Ten o'clock?

She, Ye Guyi, the most outstanding genius of this generation in the Martial Soul Hall and possessor of the Holy Angel martial soul, had actually slept until ten?

She had never woken up this late before.

It must have been that damned Whale Rubber from yesterday; it had drained too much of her physical strength and Soul Power, even overdrawing her mental energy.

"Oh no, I'm going to be late!"

Ye Guyi sat up abruptly, her sleepy brain instantly clearing.

But the moment she moved, she felt a heavy weight beside her.

Looking down, Chen Doudou was sprawled out beside her, his little face flushed, a trail of crystalline drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, sleeping soundly.

"Doudou, get up! It's already ten o'clock!"

Ye Guyi pinched his cheek in annoyance, using just enough force to show her irritation at being woken up.

"Aiya, let me sleep a little longer..."

Chen Doudou rolled over, buried his face in the pillow, and mumbled in his sleep.

"No way! Get up now!"

Ye Guyi didn't give him a chance; she threw off the quilt and forcibly dragged the lazy little ancestor out of bed.

Chen Doudou had no choice but to yawn and get up to wash, his half-asleep appearance making Ye Guyi flare up.

Even she didn't know where this anger was coming from.

Had she turned into a nagging mother?

Meanwhile, in the Freshman Class One classroom.

The homeroom teacher, Chen Ze, was lecturing the students with a stern face: "I don't care what status or background this late student has; since they have entered my class, they must follow my rules!

To dare to be late on the first day of school—this is simply showing no regard for us!"

He snorted coldly, his eyes gloomy: "When he arrives, I'll make him stand at the door for the entire period to reflect on himself!"

The students below were silent as cicadas, not daring to make a sound.

Half an hour later.

Ye Guyi hurried to the classroom door with Chen Doudou.

Because they were late, Ye Guyi explained the situation to the homeroom teacher.

Chen Ze had been very dissatisfied about the student being late, but upon learning that it was a student specially arranged by the Pope, he had no choice but to accept it.

He took a deep breath to calm his mood, then pushed the door open and walked into the classroom.

"Everyone, quiet down."

Chen Ze clapped his hands to signal for silence: "Let's welcome our new student."

"What's this? Didn't the teacher just say he'd make him stand at the door?"

"Late on the first day of school, doesn't look like a good student."

"I hope he's not a troublemaker who will drag our class down."

The students below whispered, casting looks of suspicion, surprise, and mockery toward the door.

Only Jiang Nannan remained silent.

Her gaze was filled with worry.

Why hasn't Doudou arrived yet?

Did that Sister Ye bully Doudou?

The moment Chen Doudou walked in.

The eyes of almost all the girls were drawn to him as if by a magnet, firmly fixed on Chen Doudou.

You see, most students at the Martial Soul Academy were orphans or from low-level soul master families.

Only a small portion were from noble clans, and most of the boys were just average-looking—not ugly, but nothing special.

But now, the boy standing at the door...

His slightly curly purple hair shimmered with a mysterious luster in the sunlight.

His skin was as fair and tender as fine mutton-fat jade, delicate enough to be broken by a breeze.

His features were exquisite, especially those ruby-like eyes, clear and bright, carrying a hint of post-slumber bewilderment.

"Wow..."

An irrepressible gasp of amazement erupted from the audience, followed immediately by the soft, fervent whispers of the girls.

"My god, he's too good-looking, isn't he? Like a little porcelain doll!"

"Is that purple hair? I thought it was dyed, but it looks so natural. I really want to touch it..."

"Look at his eyes, they're so red and unique, just like gemstones!"

"And he looks so young, so soft. I want to hug him and be his big sister!"

Jiang Nannan's eyes lit up instantly, and she waved her hand. "Doudou, come over here!"

Chen Doudou saw Jiang Nannan as well, smiled, and walked over to sit in the empty seat beside her.

This scene immediately triggered a fierce reaction from many of the boys.

If the girls' reaction was "appreciation," the boys' reaction was pure "jealousy."

"Wait, this kid actually knows Jiang Nannan?"

"Shh, maybe he's just her younger brother?"

"Why would Jiang Nannan let that kid sit next to her? Aside from being a bit good-looking, what else does he have?"

"Exactly, he's late on the first day of school; he must be some spoiled brat!"

In terms of age, eight-year-old Jiang Nannan shouldn't have been assigned to Freshman Class One, but because the official sorting hadn't taken place yet, she and several older students were temporarily staying in the freshman class.

Even at such a young age, Jiang Nannan was a natural beauty. Even though school had only been in session for a few hours, she was already recognized by most of the boys as the most beautiful girl in this year's freshman cohort.

There were even boys several years older who had already made her the "white moonlight" in their hearts.

But now, seeing Jiang Nannan smiling so sweetly at that purple-haired kid, some hearts quietly shattered, and others were grinding their teeth in frustration.

Chen Ze watched the commotion below and sighed inwardly. It seemed he would have to let this new student demonstrate his strength to dampen the arrogance of these little brats.

"New student, come up and introduce yourself," Chen Ze said indifferently.

Chen Doudou stood up and walked to the podium.

He didn't show any stage fright like the other freshmen; instead, he confidently raised his right hand and said calmly, "My name is Chen Doudou. My Martial Soul is the Life Rakshasa Holy Scythe."

As his voice fell, two rays of light rose from beneath his feet.

One purple, one black.

A purple hundred-year spirit ring and a black ten-thousand-year spirit ring!

"Level 28 Healing-type Spirit Master."

The simple sentence exploded in the classroom like a heavy bomb.

Level 28?!

The second spirit ring is ten-thousand-year?!

The room instantly erupted into chaos.

Everyone stared at Chen Doudou in disbelief.

Even Chen Ze's expression shifted instantly; his initial dissatisfaction and pickiness vanished, replaced by a burning gaze.

He had originally thought the Pope had sent him a troublemaker, as being late on the first day of school had truly given him a headache.

But now, that thought was gone.

This wasn't a troublemaker; this was clearly a future pillar of the Martial Soul Hall!

Chen Ze immediately stepped onto the podium and spoke to the class with righteous indignation: "I know some of you students must have opinions about Chen Doudou, like, 'What right does Chen Doudou have to be late?'"

He cleared his throat, his face beaming with a smile. "Now, let me explain to everyone.

Being late is a good thing! Being late shows that student Chen Doudou was practicing diligently at home, to the point where he lost track of time and delayed his journey! Everyone should learn from student Doudou!"

The crowd: "..."

The students below looked at each other, their mouths twitching.

Teacher, that is not what you said just a moment ago.

You were just talking about making him stand in the corner as punishment.

Chen Doudou scratched his head innocently and muttered to Jiang Nannan beside him, "Sister Nannan, I think this guy might have some serious issues. I just simply slept in."

Jiang Nannan covered her mouth to hide her laughter.

Standing outside the classroom window, Ye Guyi watched the scene and shook her head helplessly.

This little ancestor is a magnet for attention wherever he goes.