Nearly Burst Out Laughing

Zhu Zhuqing's logic was simple: even Hell White Tiger probably couldn't beat Qian Ren Shuang's Guilmon, so why did she have to stick with Dai Mubai?

Wasn't it better to cling to a thick, sturdy thigh?

"Huh?" Guilmon froze for a moment. It looked back at Zhu Zhuqing, who was hiding behind it, then at Dai Mubai's tiger eyes, which were pretending to be fierce.

Though Guilmon did not really understand all the twists and turns of human relationships, it did not need to be taught to protect those around it.

It spread its forelimbs wide, like a mother hen in a game of hawk catching chicks, firmly shielding the little "chick" Zhu Zhuqing behind it.

Watching Zhu Zhuqing hug Guilmon's tail like a body pillow, Ning Rongrong suddenly felt a little sour inside.

That spot... was supposed to be mine.

She bit her lip without saying anything and merely looked away.

Qian Ren Shuang had just promised that he would "look after everyone a little," so naturally, he could not go back on his word now.

He stepped forward. Two yellow, two purple, and one black soul ring lit up beneath his feet in succession, spinning steadily. Though he did not deliberately release the pressure of a Soul King, the moment that black ten-thousand-year soul ring appeared, the air in the entire classroom seemed to grow quieter.

"My name is Qian Ren Shuang. I am a Level 52 assault-type Battle Soul King, and I will be your homeroom teacher from now on."

He raised a finger and pointed at Zhu Zhuqing behind Guilmon. "This one is my Guilmon's playmate, so don't even think about overstepping your bounds."

He said it with a perfectly straight face—and it was not exactly a lie. Guilmon had demonic dragon blood in its body and boundless energy. If it did not burn that energy off, it would tear the house apart. As an agility-attack Soul Master, Zhu Zhuqing was fast and quick to react. Having her play and spar with Guilmon really could drain its excess energy.

But the male students below clearly did not buy that "serious explanation." They all came to the same conclusion—apparently, that White Tiger Soul Master was only the boyfriend on the surface. This new homeroom teacher was the real lover.

"All right, all right, Director Qian. The students aren't fools, so you can put away your soul rings now," the teacher of the advanced class hurriedly said, trying to smooth things over.

Seeing that the students below had gradually quieted down as well, Qian Ren Shuang obediently withdrew his soul rings.

"Now that we're acquainted with the transfer student, Director Qian, is there anything else you'd like to add?" The advanced class teacher secretly let out a sigh of relief.

He had heard that this new homeroom teacher was ruthless enough to ambush even the dean. If he suddenly attacked the students, the teacher truly would not know what to do.

Qian Ren Shuang walked to the center of the platform, holding Guilmon's claw in his left hand and Xiang Ya's hand in his right. He spoke openly, "The one in my left hand is my martial soul. His name is Guilmon. The one in my right hand is my secretary. Her name is Xiang Ya, and she is an ordinary person."

In fact, just like Ning Rongrong, Qian Ren Shuang had advanced by one level not long after returning from Star Dou Forest.

"Ohhh—" Everyone below drew out the sound meaningfully. Several of the boys, in particular, glanced back and forth between Xiang Ya and Qian Ren Shuang several times.

There was a common saying in Douluo World: "When there's work, let the secretary do it; when there's no work, do the secretary."

That indecent saying was widespread among the nobility, and the students silently applied it to Qian Ren Shuang at this moment.

The girls, however, were clearly thinking further ahead—if even an ordinary person could be this new homeroom teacher's secretary, then could she, a Soul Elder, do it too?

In their eyes, although this new homeroom teacher was only a Soul King, that level of cultivation was what most nobles in Heaven Dou City could achieve only after a lifetime. At best, it was middle-tier.

But Qian Ren Shuang's face was simply too striking—seven parts Bibi Dong, three parts Qian Xunji, with deep features and sharply defined contours. Just standing there, he effortlessly drew attention.

Taken together, he could at least qualify as a gatekeeper for T1.

Besides, in most cases, women remained behind to raise their children after giving birth. Seeing the same face every day, who would not want someone pleasing to the eye?

And if one wanted good-looking children, the person one chose also had to be good-looking. Thus, through natural evolution, women had developed far higher standards for their partners' appearances than men.

Several girls were already repeatedly scanning Qian Ren Shuang with their eyes, secretly calculating what excuse they could use to visit his office after class.

"All right, all right, now that we're acquainted with the new homeroom teacher," the original teacher interrupted once more, clearing his throat, "next, please allow our gold—er, gasp-medal lecturer to introduce himself."

He had originally intended to say "gold-medal," but looking at Yu Xiaogang's appearance, he simply could not say it against his conscience, so he forcibly changed it to a near-homophone. He was remarkably skilled at skating along the edge.

Yu Xiaogang clearly did not notice the subtle difference. He strode to the front of the platform, clasped his hands behind his back, raised his chin slightly, and swept his gaze across the room. In a deep voice, he said, "Hello, students. My name is not important, because even I have forgotten it. You only need to remember this—I am the man personally granted the title of 'Foremost Authority on Martial Soul Theory' by the current Pope of Spirit Hall. In the martial world, I am known as the Master."

He did not state his Soul Power Level. That Level 29 Soul Power was the pain of his entire life. If he could avoid mentioning it, he would, instead using all sorts of impressive-sounding titles to dress himself up.

But the students of Blue Tyrant Academy were not so easily fooled.

In fact, under Liu Erlong's obsessive promotion, Yu Xiaogang's information had long since been dug up clean—his martial soul, Soul Power Level, background, romantic history, everything that could be uncovered had been uncovered.

Upon hearing the seven words "Foremost Authority on Martial Soul Theory," the students below held back their laughter until their faces turned red.

"Heh heh..." After thirty-eight full seconds of silence, one student finally could not hold it in any longer and burst out with a snort of laughter.

"What are you laughing at?!" Tang San immediately bristled. His eyes instantly reddened, and his tone turned hostile.

Seeing Tang San's murderous expression, the student panicked at once. He knew that laughing at Yu Xiaogang in this academy meant offending Liu Erlong, and offending Liu Erlong meant getting expelled. In his desperation, he blurted out, "...My wife gave birth!"

"Hahahaha—" That excuse was like opening the floodgates. The rest of the advanced class students could no longer hold back and all began laughing, filling the entire classroom with joyful air.

"What are you all laughing at now?" Tang San, with his terrible social awareness, actually believed the first student's excuse. Frowning, he looked around the room.

"Our wives gave birth too!" everyone answered in unison, their voices as loud as a shouted slogan.

Tang San stared in shock. "You all have the same wife? Even the girls?"

Do the kids in Heaven Dou City really play this wildly?

"Yes, yes, yes!" Everyone answered instinctively, then burst into laughter at their own reflexive answer—even the girls could not hold it in, covering their mouths as their shoulders shook with laughter.