Wu Feng's Hostility, Ning Tian and the Class Monitor Can Only Be Mine!

Sitting in the middle was a young girl with short golden hair.

She looked extremely crisp and capable, with large water-blue eyes framed by long lashes. A few charming little freckles dotted her cheeks; far from ruining her beauty, they added a touch of liveliness and cuteness.

Her overall appearance gave others an air of elegant aloofness, as if strangers should keep their distance.

The young sect master of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Tian.

As for the girl seated to Ning Tian's left, she had fiery red short hair, and her eyes were the rare same shade of red. At first glance, she gave off a somewhat terrifying, savage aura.

But on closer inspection, one would discover that her features were exquisitely delicate, and her skin was as fair as jade. It was only that her gaze was very cold.

Wu Feng, who likewise came from the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.

As for Ning Tian's right side, seated there was a slender, well-proportioned young girl with long black hair and a gentle, reserved temperament.

The one in the trio with the least presence, Nanmen Yun'er.

"Interesting." Ning Tian watched Zhuang Minghui and Gu Yue's departing backs, a strange gleam flashing through her water-blue eyes. Within that gleam was even a trace of curiosity toward Zhuang Minghui.

Wu Feng withdrew her gaze and curled her lips in some disdain. "Just putting on airs. In a bit, I'll let him know who the real boss of Class 9 is!"

Noticing Ning Tian's unusual look toward Zhuang Minghui, Wu Feng's expression shifted, and she clenched both fists.

Damn bastard. If I find out you dare make a move on Ning Tian, you're finished!

Wu Feng had grown up with Ning Tian since childhood, and her feelings for Ning Tian had long surpassed those between close friends.

One could even say she had fallen for Ning Tian.

She was unwilling to accept any other man appearing at Ning Tian's side, especially a pretty-boy kind of man!

People like that were all after the wealth of their Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. Only she, Wu Feng, truly liked Ning Tian in the real sense.

Nanmen Yun'er remained silent. She did not want to interfere in matters between Ning Tian and Wu Feng.

But Zhuang Minghui had indeed drawn her attention.

A man who gave such a full sense of security was exactly what a weak girl like her needed.

Under the attention of the entire class, Zhuang Minghui and Gu Yue finally arrived at the seats by the window in the back row.

As the two took their seats, the clamor in the classroom gradually died down, but those faint, drifting gazes continued to float toward that corner.

A mature, voluptuous figure stepped inside.

The newcomer was a woman around thirty years old, dressed in a fitted silver-gray teacher's uniform that fully outlined her full and graceful curves.

She had chestnut-brown wavy curls, and her mature charm carried a touch of intellectual elegance. Only her long, narrow phoenix eyes flashed with an unquestionable sternness.

This was the homeroom teacher of Freshman Class 9, Mu Jin, and also the sworn enemy of Class 1's homeroom teacher, Zhou Yi.

Mu Jin slowly walked to the podium and set the folder in her hand onto the lectern with a light snap, the crisp sound echoing through the quiet classroom.

"Hello, everyone. I am your homeroom teacher, Mu Jin." Her voice was crisp and decisive, carrying a trace of the magnetism unique to a mature woman, but the authority within it made it impossible for anyone to show even the slightest disrespect. "For the next three months, I will be responsible for your teaching and assessments."

"As long as every one of you passes in performance, I guarantee that over the next three months, no one in Class 9 will be expelled."

Mu Jin's words echoed through the large classroom. Though they carried a somewhat unquestionable authority, they still made many of the weaker new students below secretly let out a breath of relief.

When they came to the academy, they had already heard that Zhou Yi of Class 1 liked to expel the students at the bottom of her class for all kinds of reasons.

Mu Jin's promise was undoubtedly far gentler and more considerate.

However, before the students below could fully relax, Mu Jin had already opened the blue folder on the desk.

Inside were the detailed files of all ninety-plus students in Freshman Class 9, including their origins, martial souls, and most crucially, their soul power rank upon enrollment.

Mu Jin's long, narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze slowly sweeping down the list from top to bottom.

When her line of sight fell on the two names at the very front, the corners of her eyes twitched slightly despite herself, and an undisguisable flash of amazement and fervor swept through the depths of her gaze.

As a teacher of Shrek Academy's outer court, she had seen countless chosen geniuses, but the information on these two in the files could be called terrifying even by Shrek's harsh standards!

Mu Jin closed the folder, lifted her head, and looked straight toward the corner by the window in the back row of the classroom.

"Before class begins, we need to establish the core of the class." Mu Jin cleared her throat, and her voice instantly rose several degrees, carrying an unquestionable arbitrariness. "I don't care how the other classes do things. Here with me, there will be one class monitor and one vice monitor to assist me in managing daily affairs and later practical combat drills."

The classroom instantly fell silent. Quite a few self-important students straightened their backs, hopeful light appearing in their eyes.

Especially Wu Feng in the front row; fighting spirit flickered in her red eyes, and she even lifted her chin slightly in provocation, eager to try.

However, Mu Jin's next words were like a bucket of ice water, directly dousing most of their fantasies.

"After my comprehensive consideration, the class monitor of Freshman Class 9 will be Zhuang Minghui." Mu Jin's voice was crisp and resonant, echoing through every corner of the classroom. "The vice monitor will be Gu Yue. From now on, all class affairs will follow the arrangements of the two of them."

The classroom, which had still held a little whispering, instantly sank into deathly silence.

At that moment, every student's gaze followed Mu Jin's line of sight in unison and turned toward the corner by the window in the back row.

Sitting there, Zhuang Minghui's expression was utterly calm, and not even the slightest ripple stirred in his gentle eyes.

As for Gu Yue beside him, she was even too lazy to raise her eyelids.

In the eyes of the other proud Shrek students, this nearly dismissive attitude undoubtedly became the most naked contempt and arrogance.

Wu Feng in particular was extremely furious when she saw Zhuang Minghui and Gu Yue's attitude!

In her view, she came from the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, one of the three upper sects of ancient times.

Ning Tian was the only Soul Elder in the class, and her strength was no weaker than Ning Tian's—in fact, she was even slightly superior.

Why should the class monitor positions go to Zhuang Minghui and Gu Yue?!

Rage burned in Wu Feng's eyes, and she wanted to strangle Zhuang Minghui, this greatest threat, in the cradle.

The reactions of every student in the class were all within Mu Jin's expectations.

"If any of you are dissatisfied with this result, you are welcome to challenge them and defeat them. As long as you win, the two strongest among you will become the class monitors."

The moment those words came out, the fighting spirit of Class Nine's students was instantly set ablaze.