The Team Is Formed, Wang Dong Is Thrilled!

The atmosphere in the classroom was lively and boisterous as the freshmen gathered in small groups, heatedly discussing team formation.

Yet the corner by the window in the back row was shrouded in gloom.

Wang Dong lay sprawled across her desk, her chin pressed tightly against its surface. Her beautiful pink-blue eyes brimmed with grievance and reluctance.

She looked pleadingly at Yun Yi beside her, hoping that this roommate, who always seemed able to pull out some way to break a deadlock, could work another miracle and fool that damned team restriction this time.

Yun Yi leaned back in his chair with his hands clasped behind his head, looking utterly relaxed.

Faced with Wang Dong's pleading gaze, he helplessly shook his head and shrugged.

"It's an order issued by the Academic Affairs Office. Who would dare openly defy it? It's written in black and white: each team is limited to one assault-type soul master." Yun Yi spread his hands, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness.

"I can't do anything about it either. Since our positions overlap, we can't exactly force ourselves into the same team and wait to be disqualified."

He decisively turned to look at the well-behaved Xiao Xiao seated on the other side.

"Xiao Xiao." Yun Yi's voice was gentle. "In that case, how about the two of us form a team? Your Three-Life Soul Suppressing Cauldron can take on the heavy duties of defense and control, while I stand at the front and focus on dealing damage. Our abilities complement each other perfectly. Later, we can find a nimble agility-type student from the class, and our three-person lineup will be complete."

At this unexpected invitation, Xiao Xiao straightened her back in surprise.

Her hands tightly gripped the hem of her school uniform, and two striking blushes immediately spread across her cheeks. Her eyes sparkled with delight.

Being able to team up with Yun Yi, widely acknowledged as the strongest student in the class and the most pleasing to look at, was like a pie falling from the sky.

"Okay!" Xiao Xiao nodded rapidly, as if afraid Yun Yi would change his mind if she answered too late. Her voice was crisp and sweet. "I'll do my best. I definitely won't hold you back!"

Seeing the warm, harmonious scene of good teammates helping one another, Wang Dong, who had been left out, exploded on the spot.

She abruptly sat upright and slammed both hands onto the desk, producing a dull bang.

"You two!" Wang Dong gritted her teeth, her pink-blue short hair practically standing on end.

She pointed at Yun Yi, her chest heaving violently. She was so angry that even her breathing had become uneven.

For the past three months, she had diligently cultivated with him every night, and during practical combat classes in the daytime, she had served as his personal punching bag, getting beaten black and blue.

The tacit understanding they had built up was something no one else could compare to.

Yet the moment they ran into a rule set by the Academic Affairs Office, this guy had kicked her aside without the slightest hesitation and immediately gone looking for another girl to team up with!

Choosing girls over friends! Throwing away the bridge after crossing it!

Just as Wang Dong gathered her strength, ready to bombard Yun Yi with a string of furious accusations over his despicable abandonment of his roommate, Yun Yi suddenly extended a finger and lightly pressed it against her forehead, forcibly pushing all her anger back down.

"I was teasing you." A trace of amusement flashed through Yun Yi's eyes, and a wicked curve lifted at the corner of his lips.

Those three simple words, combined with the smug, mischievous smile on Yun Yi's face, instantly dissolved all of Wang Dong's anger.

Wang Dong froze in place, the expression on her face stiffening for a full two seconds before changing at an astonishing speed.

One moment, she looked like a furious tigress ready to devour someone; the next, the clouds had cleared and the sky was bright again.

She slapped Yun Yi's finger away, then leaned close, nearly pressing herself against his shoulder. Her eyes gleamed with urgency.

"I knew you had a way! Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me already!"

Yun Yi pretended to hold a fist to his lips and cleared his throat, putting on the air of a stern teacher imparting wisdom.

"The key to breaking this deadlock is actually very simple. The roles on the registration form are filled in by ourselves. When we submit it later, I'll just write my role as support-type."

The anticipation on Wang Dong's face instantly froze, her head filling with question marks.

"You? Support-type?" Wang Dong looked Yun Yi up and down, recalling the terrifying sight of him shattering the Black Tortoise Shield with a single arrow. "You call a martial soul capable of firing Sun True Fire support? Do you think the teachers in the Academic Affairs Office are blind?"

Yun Yi raised an index finger and wagged it, his tone grave. "As the saying goes, an assault-type soul master who doesn't want to be a support-type soul master can never be considered a qualified assault-type soul master. You need to broaden your horizons."

Wang Dong was completely dumbfounded. That tongue-twister of an explanation turned her already limited logical thinking into a tangled mess.

Xiao Xiao, sitting nearby, was equally confused and looked blankly at the two of them.

Seeing Wang Dong's adorably foolish, bewildered expression, Yun Yi sighed helplessly and decided to abandon this riddle-like method of communication.

"I'll explain it in a way you can understand." Yun Yi leaned closer and lowered his voice. "The rules say multiple assault-types aren't allowed. So during the upcoming freshman assessment, I won't summon the physical form of the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow, and I won't fire a single arrow in the arena."

Wang Dong blinked, seeming to grasp the key point.

"I won't take part in direct attacks." Yun Yi continued explaining his strategy. "Once the battle begins, I'll retreat to the second line and stand behind you. Using the Yun Dong Power we've developed over the past three months, I'll continuously channel ultimate light Soul Power into your body and boost your Light Goddess Butterfly in every aspect."

"Think about it. I won't deal damage. I'll only buff you, recharge you, and keep you going. From a tactical standpoint, isn't that exactly the same work as a pure support-type soul master?"

That straightforward explanation instantly cleared Wang Dong's mind.

Her thoughts began racing as scenes of future battles automatically played out in her head.

Yun Yi would put away that terrifying longbow and willingly stand in a corner as a quiet provider of energy.

Meanwhile, empowered by the immense boost of Yun Dong Power, she would transform into the unrivaled star of the arena.

Blue-gold wings would spread behind her, radiating boundless light, while every spotlight shone upon her.

She could unleash her soul skills without restraint, sweep through all opposition, knock every opponent flat, and enjoy the worship and cheers of the entire audience!

The moment she imagined herself dazzling everyone and stealing the show during the assessment, Wang Dong could no longer contain her wild joy.

"Pwahahaha!" Wang Dong planted her hands on her hips, threw back her head, and burst into an utterly unrestrained laugh.

Watching his roommate immerse herself in a cringeworthy fantasy of personal heroism, Yun Yi looked away and raised a hand to his forehead, his face full of disdain.

This little girl's habit of blooming at the slightest encouragement probably would never change for the rest of her life.

Noticing Yun Yi's disdainful gaze, Wang Dong immediately stopped laughing, straightened her back, and gave him an extremely haughty snort.

"Since you're sensible enough to retreat behind the scenes and become this young master's exclusive support, then this young master will win the freshman assessment championship for you!"

The dismissal bell rang melodiously.

The freshmen in the classroom streamed out in groups, hurrying to submit their team lists.

Yun Yi and the other two picked up their completed forms, crossed the hallway, and directly knocked on the door to the Academic Affairs Director's office.

Du Weilun was sitting behind a broad desk reviewing documents.

Hearing the noise, he looked up. Seeing that it was Yun Yi's group, he set down his fountain pen and gestured for them to hand over their forms.

"Have you discussed it? Put the forms on the desk." Du Weilun's expression was calm, but the instant he accepted the registration form, his gaze immediately swept over the tactical role section.

Wang Dong: Assault-type.

Xiao Xiao: Control-type.

His gaze continued down the page. When he saw the three neatly written characters after Yun Yi's name, Du Weilun's fingers abruptly froze.

Yun Yi: Support-type

Du Weilun's eyes widened. He removed his gold-rimmed glasses, vigorously rubbed the corners of his eyes, then put them back on and leaned in for another look.

The handwriting was clear. He was not seeing things.

Support-type?

The muscles in Du Weilun's cheeks began twitching violently beyond his control.

After working in the Academic Affairs Office for so many years, he had seen all sorts of bizarre team compositions, but this was undoubtedly the most outrageous form he had ever encountered in his career.

A killing god whose Soul Power was nearing rank fifty, who could run rampant through the outer courtyard, and who could instantly defeat core disciples with a single move had the nerve to write "support-type" on his registration form!

He knew Yun Yi's true identity and terrifying strength all too well.

Letting this great figure participate in the freshman assessment had been nothing more than a formality from the start.

No matter whom Yun Yi chose as teammates, this assessment would be nothing but an easy game for their team.

But writing down support-type was no longer merely exploiting a loophole in the rules. This was rubbing the Academic Affairs Office's rules into the ground.

Du Weilun took two deep breaths, forcefully suppressing the throbbing at his temples. He looked up at Yun Yi standing before the desk, his eyes carrying a hint of helplessness.

Yun Yi met Du Weilun's gaze with a calm expression, even wearing the sincere look of a well-behaved student.

"Director Du." Yun Yi took the initiative to explain, easing the other man's concerns. "In order to strictly comply with the academy's assessment rules and preserve a fair competitive environment between teams, I guarantee that throughout all upcoming freshman assessment matches, I will not summon my martial soul's true form to take part in any form of attack."

"I will only use Soul Power transmission to provide my teammate Wang Dong with Soul Power enhancements and attribute support. Other than that, I will not overstep my role. My current position is that of a pure support-type soul master."

His words were lofty and flawless, leaving no loopholes.

After hearing him out, Du Weilun quickly weighed the matter in his mind.

Yun Yi was voluntarily giving up the ability to summon his martial soul and attack, which effectively weakened this team's overall destructive power.

And this way, even if the other freshmen lost, they would be losing to an enhanced Wang Dong. That was far better than being instantly defeated by Yun Yi and left with lasting psychological trauma.

It was practically the best compromise possible.

Du Weilun let out a long breath, forcing his face to retain its stern expression as he put on an official manner.

He picked up the red seal on his desk and heavily stamped the corner of the registration form.

"Since you understand your tactical role and are willing to strictly follow the rules, the Academic Affairs Office approves your team application. Go back and prepare properly. In tomorrow's matches, make sure to stop at the right point."

"Thank you, Director."

With the procedures complete, the three turned and left the office.

The moment they stepped out of the Academic Affairs Office building, Wang Dong could no longer suppress her excitement. She leaped high into the air, her pink-blue hair tracing a joyful arc through the air.

"That's great! The application was approved!" Wang Dong raised both hands in celebration, then turned to look at her two teammates and grandly waved a hand. "To celebrate the official founding of our undefeated champion team, lunch is on this young master at the snack street today! None of you are allowed to fight me for the bill!"