Teaching Zhou Yi, Drama Queen Xiao Xiao

Inside the office.

Zhou Yi sat behind her desk, looking at the calm young man before her, feeling somewhat uneasy.

That conversation three months ago remained vividly etched in her memory.

That feeling of losing control, that feeling of kneeling before him and looking up at him...

She had thought she would forget, but the truth proved otherwise. Not only had she not forgotten, the memory had grown clearer with time.

Zhou Yi subconsciously raised a hand, wanting to touch her face, only to realize she was still wearing her mask.

After hesitating for a moment, she removed it, revealing a youthful, radiant face.

Then she drew her black-stockinged calves together and sat properly, as though doing so would make her appear calmer.

"Jiang Ziming."

She spoke, striving to keep her voice steady.

"I've looked over the cultivation specialization form you submitted."

She pulled a form from the desk. Jiang Ziming's chosen path was written clearly on it.

Support-type soul master.

"You clearly possess such a powerful tool spirit. You could have chosen to be a strong assault-type battle soul master. Why did you still choose the support type?"

Jiang Ziming smiled as he watched her put on a composed front.

"Teacher, none of that matters."

He paused and took a carrot from his system storage.

"Teacher, calm down. Would you like a carrot?"

Zhou Yi's gaze fell upon the carrot.

Unbidden, the exquisite sensation from three months ago, delicious enough to make one's heart stir, surfaced in her mind.

Her throat bobbed.

"Mm..."

She accepted the carrot, parted her soft red lips, and finished it in just a few bites.

Then, Zhou Yi's expression began to change.

A faint flush crept across her cheeks.

Her head began to grow hazy.

The Obedient Carrot began to take effect.

Jiang Ziming's lips curled slightly as he watched her gradually become dazed.

The Zhou Yi from the original story was no good person.

She expelled students at the slightest provocation, abused her authority, and did whatever she pleased simply because she was a teacher.

Since she had fallen into his hands now, she could not blame him for giving her a proper "educational adjustment."

He sat down in the chair before Zhou Yi, crossed one leg over the other, and spoke without ceremony.

"Come. Kneel."

Zhou Yi froze for a moment.

A trace of anger appeared on her face.

This brat actually dared to make her kneel?

But in the next instant, something happened that shocked even her.

Her body actually rose beyond her control.

Then her black-stockinged legs bent slightly.

She knelt before the young man's legs.

"You little dog, are you teaching me what to do?"

Jiang Ziming looked down at her, reached out, cradled her chin, and gently kneaded her fair, tender cheeks.

"Ugh... What are you... saying?"

Zhou Yi was furious, her pretty face flushed dark red, yet she discovered that she could not control her body at all.

"What? You don't accept being called a little dog?"

Jiang Ziming applied a little pressure with his fingers, lifting her face even higher.

"Speak. Are you your master's little dog?"

Zhou Yi's lips trembled.

She wanted to curse him out, wanted to stand up and slap him.

Yet what came out of her mouth was:

"I... I'm Master's little dog!"

There was a hint of shy delight in her tone.

The moment she said those words, she began to question her entire life.

"Very good. Little dog, squat down."

Jiang Ziming continued issuing orders.

Zhou Yi moved immediately, as if by reflex.

Her black-stockinged thighs bent slightly, pressing into taut lines.

Supporting herself on the floor with her fair arms, she obediently squatted on the ground like a well-behaved little dog.

"Little dog, wag your tail."

Still squatting on the floor, Zhou Yi immediately began vigorously wagging the tail she did not have.

"Little dog, stick out your tongue."

A few minutes later.

The educational adjustment was complete.

Zhou Yi collapsed onto the floor as if drained, gasping for breath.

Her mask had fallen to one side. Her snow-white hair was scattered around her like blooming crabapple blossoms, her clothes slightly wrinkled, and she looked as though she had just been pulled from the water.

Jiang Ziming stood, dusted off his hands as though there were dirt on them, then bent down and lightly patted her cheek.

"From now on, little dog, mind your own business less. Do you understand?"

With that, he turned and left the office.

Zhou Yi lay on the floor, her eyes rolling back slightly.

[ Ding! ]

[ You made Zhou Yi kneel before you and do this and that. Zhou Yi was so ashamed she wanted to die—Emotion Points +999! ]

The next day, morning.

At the freshman assessment registration area.

Zhou Yi stood on the platform, still dressed as an old woman. Her tone was flat, yet carried its usual oppressive air.

"I've already submitted all your registration forms together. You won't encounter teams from our class in the first ten matches. That's considered a system protection mechanism. But after ten matches, in the elimination rounds, it'll be every team for itself."

She closed the roster and swept her gaze over the class.

"The first assessment officially begins this afternoon. You're free this morning, so adjust your condition. During the assessment, if you see students from other classes, beat them hard. Don't embarrass me!"

After saying that, she glanced at Jiang Ziming without showing any emotion.

Then she quickly looked away. Beneath the platform, her black-stockinged legs squirmed involuntarily before she hastily announced dismissal.

The classroom immediately became lively.

Xiao Xiao was the first to approach Jiang Ziming and Wang Dong.

Excitement gleamed in her emerald-green eyes. Her gaze lingered on Wang Dong for quite a while before she finally spoke.

"Um... The first assessment starts this afternoon. Should we find somewhere to spar first? Get familiar with coordinating together?"

Without a second thought, Wang Dong refused.

"No need. I'm strong enough, and with Jiang Ziming's spirit support, we can easily take first place. There's no need to spar."

With that, she left without looking back, leaving behind only the words, "I'm going back to the dorm to rest."

Xiao Xiao stood there, her adorable cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish.

"What kind of person is she... She's so pretty, yet she's so cold to me..."

She muttered, then turned toward Jiang Ziming, only to find him looking at her with an amused smile.

"What are you laughing at?"

Xiao Xiao's face instantly reddened.

"Have you never seen such an adorable beautiful girl before?"

Jiang Ziming smiled.

"Give up. No matter how cute you are, Wang Dong will never get together with you."

Xiao Xiao's beautiful emerald eyes widened instantly.

"What do you mean? Don't tell me... you two are already together?"

Unable to hold back, Jiang Ziming smiled, raised a hand, and lightly tapped her on the head.

"Ugh!"

Xiao Xiao cried out, covered her head, crouched down, and looked up at him pitifully.

After a while, she stood again, tugged at Jiang Ziming's sleeve, and spoke in a plaintive voice.

"Ziming, you're so rough... You hurt me..."

Her voice was sweet and affected, and paired with those watery emerald eyes, she looked exactly like a wronged little wife.