Starting the Job 2

Oscar spoke with great feeling, his eyes plainly saying, "You know what I mean."

Qian Ren Shuang rolled his eyes and impatiently pushed away Oscar's face, which had leaned in far too close. "Go on, get out of here. Don't make it sound like I'd deliberately hold back when teaching. I'll teach everything that needs teaching. You don't need to flatter me here."

"Hey—" Not only did Oscar not back away, he leaned even closer, rubbing his hands together with a fawning grin that said, "That's not what I meant."

"Of course I know Director Qian is an upright man, absolutely impartial and fair to everyone. When I said special treatment... I wasn't asking you to secretly teach us extra things, I just—"

He lowered his voice and mysteriously leaned close to Qian Ren Shuang's ear. "Give us advance notice about certain things. Like if the academy has any events? Or maybe occasionally cover for us when we run into teachers patrolling the academy..."

At the end, Oscar raised his brows. "If some teacher's in a bad mood one day, give us a heads-up in advance so we don't walk straight into the line of fire."

Qian Ren Shuang stared at him for two seconds, the corner of his mouth twitching before he reluctantly agreed. "Fine. I can give you that much consideration."

Time quietly passed, and the next day soon arrived.

Morning sunlight spilled into the advanced class's classroom. The windows were bright and clean, and the desks and chairs neatly arranged. Led by one of the advanced class's original teachers, the Shrek Seven Monsters, Xiang Ya, Qian Ren Shuang, Guilmon, and Yu Xiaogang entered the classroom one after another and stood beside the podium.

"The other four, wait a moment," the advanced class teacher said, raising a hand. "Let the transfer students introduce themselves first."

Dai Mubai was the first to step forward. As the oldest of the seven, he naturally took the first spot.

He stopped before the podium with his hands in his pockets. His evil-eyed pupils swept across the seated students below, his chin slightly raised as he spoke with the arrogance of someone declaring his territory. "Dai Mubai, level thirty-seven assault-type battle Soul Elder. Martial soul: Evil-Eyed White Tiger. We may be classmates from now on—but not just anyone is qualified to be my brother."

The room fell silent. Several students who had been quietly chatting shut their mouths, their gazes all focusing on Dai Mubai.

"My name is Ning Rongrong, level thirty-two support-type tool Soul Elder. Martial soul: Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda."

Ning Rongrong stood on the podium with her hands behind her back and her chin slightly raised, unable to conceal the hint of pride in her voice.

She had actually been stuck at level thirty-one for some time. But after returning from the Star Dou Forest, she had followed Qian Ren Shuang's advice and shut herself in the dormitory to cultivate desperately. Only the day before departure did she finally break through her bottleneck and successfully reach level thirty-two.

"Oscar, level thirty-one food-type tool Soul Elder. Martial soul: sausage." After speaking, Oscar deliberately turned sideways, placed his right hand over his chest, bent slightly at the waist, and struck what he considered a very gentlemanly pose.

Unfortunately, with his slightly greasy face from making sausages for so long, the gesture somehow gave off the feeling of, "I tried my best, but it didn't quite work."

"Tang San, level thirty-one control-type battle Soul Elder. Martial soul: Blue Silver Grass."

Tang San's voice was steady and clear. After speaking, his gaze unconsciously drifted toward Yu Xiaogang, who stood in the corner of the classroom.

He was thinking about how to cover for Yu Xiaogang later, and as he introduced himself, he watched the reactions of the students below and Yu Xiaogang himself.

"Blue Silver Grass?" The students below immediately erupted. "That trash martial soul can cultivate too? And all the way to Soul Elder? Did he make up his level?"

Tang San's brows furrowed slightly, and his tone darkened. "My teacher once said—'There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters.' I suggest you watch your mouths."

After hearing Tang San's declaration, the students below fell strangely silent for a moment. It was not because they agreed with him, but because they were wildly mocking him in their hearts. Tch, only you would believe that. If insulting your teacher didn't get us expelled on the spot by Dean Liu Erlong, just watch and see whether we'd laugh at you. They all struggled to hold back their laughter, their expressions twisted like they were constipated.

"Xiao Wu, level thirty-one assault-type battle Soul Elder. Martial soul: Soft-Bone Enchanting Rabbit."

The moment Xiao Wu stepped out, the eyes of the hot-blooded boys below went straight. Her twin scorpion braids, fair skin, delicate features, and sweet yet slightly sly smile made her look like a lively little white rabbit standing on the podium. Several boys below had already started secretly tugging at the sleeves of the people beside them, lowering their voices to say, "She's a catch."

"Ma Hongjun, level twenty-eight assault-type battle Soul Master. Martial soul: Evil Fire Phoenix."

Ma Hongjun deliberately stressed the word "Phoenix," hoping to overwhelm everyone with his presence from the start. However—

"Hey!" A discordant voice immediately rang out from below. "Students in our advanced class need to be at least Soul Elders! This fat guy is only a Soul Grandmaster. How did he get in?"

Ma Hongjun stiffened his neck and raised his chin high, looking at the student through his nostrils. "Rules are only meant to restrain mortals like you. My martial soul is a Phoenix! Naturally, I'm different from you mortals!"

"Damn, he's that arrogant?!" How could the students below tolerate such provocation? Their faces turned livid, fists clenched until they creaked. After exchanging glances, they reached an agreement in their hearts: once class was over and the teachers had left, they would deal with this fat guy together!

"My name is Zhu Zhuqing, level twenty-six agility-type battle Soul Master. Martial soul: Hell Spirit Cat." Zhu Zhuqing's voice was as cold as ever, like an ice cube falling straight from her throat, devoid of any emotion.

But while her tone was icy, her figure was fiery. Her tight training outfit outlined curves that had developed far too well, her waist slender enough to encircle with one hand while the front of her uniform bulged outrageously.

The gazes of the boys below immediately stuck to her.

"Her figure's incredible..."

"Another Soul Grandmaster who got into the advanced class through the back door. Hope she isn't just a pretty face."

"Even if she is, she's much easier on the eyes than that fat guy. If I could marry a girlfriend like her, my life would be worth it."

Listening to the improper remarks below, Dai Mubai's expression grew darker and darker. Unable to endure it any longer, he directly unleashed White Tiger Possession. His pupils turned blue, and three soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple—lit up beneath his feet. Then he suddenly reached out, intending to roughly pull Zhu Zhuqing into his arms.

However, he grabbed nothing but air.

Dai Mubai turned his head in surprise toward where Zhu Zhuqing had been standing—she was gone.

Looking again, Zhu Zhuqing had somehow retreated behind Guilmon. She was holding Guilmon's thick, long tail in both hands and using it as a shield in front of herself, the thick, sturdy tail perfectly concealing the cleavage at her chest.