Accepting Tianmeng's Remains

A month later, Ling Tianchen finally returned to Class One's classroom, but what stood before the podium was something he had never expected.

"Tianchen, you're here. I'm the homeroom teacher replacing Teacher Wang Yan. I officially took up the position this afternoon."

Wasn't the speaker Zhang Lexuan, who had been entwined with him just moments ago? She gave him a sly smile, clearly enjoying the look of surprise on Ling Tianchen's face.

However, she had changed out of her signature purple trench coat and into a fitted white blouse. Every button was properly fastened, yet it only made the height of her breasts stand out even more.

A black pencil skirt wrapped around her slim waist, with a small slit at the side revealing thighs clad in 80D black stockings. On her feet were black high heels with red soles, the complete outfit of a mature working woman.

Wang Yan, dressed in black, stood beside her with an indescribably dejected look on his face, awkwardly pushing up his black-framed glasses.

How could he have imagined that after taking over Class One for barely a month, before he had even settled into the seat, he would be optimized out again?

He genuinely liked this class, especially Huo Yuhao, whose eyes sparkled with admiration whenever he looked at him. The boy's thirst for knowledge was so intense it made one feel sorry for him. Wang Yan had wanted to teach him a little longer.

Ling Tianchen did not understand it. He had not lingered after leaving Zhang Lexuan's home. He had simply walked here normally, and even with the few words he had exchanged with Ning Tian, it could not have been more than half an hour.

Yet in that short time, Zhang Lexuan had already pulled every string and become their homeroom teacher.

This efficiency was downright moving. Since when had Shrek become so efficient? Shouldn't everything have to be reported layer by layer, followed by a seven-business-day wait before being told the paperwork was incomplete?

Although his mind was full of questions, he did not ask them on the spot. Since Zhang Lexuan had become his homeroom teacher, he would probably be called to her office for tea quite often, wouldn't he?

When that time came, he would interrogate her properly! For now, he would pretend not to know her.

However, before he could even step down from the podium, Zhang Lexuan grabbed him.

More importantly, she did not grab his wrist. She took his hand. Right in front of nearly a hundred pairs of eyes in the classroom, she held his hand as naturally as could be.

"You came at just the right time. Everyone has already introduced themselves again, and I have a general understanding of the situation. But today is your first official day of enrollment, so everyone still knows very little about you, right? Introduce yourself to the class."

Zhang Lexuan wore a thoroughly businesslike expression, without a single flaw to be found, yet it still stirred an inexplicable irritation in Ling Tianchen.

That intimate gesture had an immediate effect. Almost every boy in the room shot him looks filled with murderous intent.

After all, Eldest Senior Sister's outfit fulfilled their ultimate fantasy of a female teacher. The powerful contrast between her huge breasts and that dignified, even saintly face made the hot-blooded youths' blood surge.

If Zhang Lexuan had not displayed the strength of an eight-ringed Soul Master, some of the bolder boys in the back might have been unable to resist masturbating on the spot. Even if they lacked that kind of nerve, they would definitely be making a trip to the bathroom after class.

They had to compete with four hundred people for the dormitory bathrooms. The teaching building's bathrooms were far more convenient, and with two people sharing each dorm room, it was difficult to find opportunities at night to do something pleasant.

Ling Tianchen could only step onto the podium. As he passed Zhang Lexuan, he secretly gave her slender waist a pinch.

Zhang Lexuan shuddered all over and hurriedly looked around. Only after confirming that none of the students had noticed the little gesture did she secretly let out a breath, then turned back and shot him a reproachful glare.

"Ling Tianchen. Martial Soul: Ice Phoenix. Rank thirty-eight. That is all." He spoke sparingly, maintaining his usual aloof persona.

Loud applause erupted below. Although most of the boys merely clapped a couple of times for show, the girls were practically clapping as though they wanted to break their hands.

"Thirty-eight? He was clearly only rank thirty-six when he enrolled. How did he rise two ranks in a single month? I trained so hard and even took the two Mysterious Water Pills Eldest Senior Brother won from Xu Sanshi, yet I only barely rose two ranks to thirteen Soul Power. Isn't Soul Power cultivation supposed to get harder the further one goes? What kind of fortuitous encounter did he have?"

Huo Yuhao thought unwillingly. Yet he never raised his head, staring fixedly at the textbook spread before him. His fingers clenched until they turned white, while his mind was a complete mess. He clearly had no intention of reading any further.

"Then, the class monitor of Class One will be changed from Wang Dong to Ling Tianchen. Does anyone have any objections?"

Zhang Lexuan said.

Naturally, the room fell silent. What a joke—rank thirty-eight, and he could even defeat Zhou Yi. Was that someone they could possibly challenge? Even if anyone was dissatisfied, they could only suppress it in their hearts. Who would truly dare step forward and provoke him?

Wang Dong naturally had no objections either, although his expression remained somewhat unpleasant.

That month as class monitor had been the happiest period of his life. He had been able to order people around openly and properly—more accurately, he had been able to order Huo Yuhao around.

That brat had beaten him up badly when school started, and Wang Dong held grudges. He specifically assigned all the dirty and exhausting work in class to him. But in Wang Dong's eyes, that was not bullying. He was merely playing with him.

Yet for some reason, he had developed an indescribable fondness for Huo Yuhao, who was physically weak, low in Soul Power, and possessed only a white soul ring. At first, he thought he might be an M and had developed feelings after getting beaten.

But the misunderstanding was quickly cleared up. He realized he might be an S.

Whenever he saw Huo Yuhao turn red from being teased through his authority as class monitor, yet only lower his head and swallow his anger, a strange pleasure rose within Wang Dong. It made him "look after" Huo Yuhao even more.

But now that position of class monitor had been snatched away by that guy, how he was supposed to properly continue looking after Huo Yuhao became a problem.

Just as the matter was about to be settled, Huo Yuhao suddenly stood up.

"Teacher Zhang, a master once said that Soul Power does not represent everything. If one loses the courage to challenge someone above one's level merely because one's Soul Power is inferior, then what difference is there from being dead?

"So I suggest that Ling Tianchen and Wang Dong have a real fight. Wang Dong was selected as class monitor in the same way, and I believe Wang Dong absolutely has the strength for it. Isn't that right, Class Monitor?"

As he spoke, he looked at Wang Dong, his eyes filled with provocation.

"You, you..."

Wang Dong was choked speechless. He had never expected Huo Yuhao to stab him in the back at such a critical moment, even putting him on a pedestal so high that he could not step down.

He was caught between a rock and a hard place. If he accepted, he would be beaten into a pig's head. If he refused, Huo Yuhao would mock him mercilessly.

How could he treat him like this? Hadn't he merely looked after him a little?

Wang Dong felt a suffocating pressure in his chest, bitter and sour. He could not tell whether it was anger or grievance.

In truth, without Zhou Yi's devilish laps around the field, Huo Yuhao naturally had no opportunity to improve the Mysterious Heaven Skill under extreme pressure. His cultivation speed was far below expectations.

It was also because Wang Dong had not seen the perseverance Huo Yuhao displayed during those runs that he never developed any sympathy for him, and the barrier between them was never broken.

As a result, after being targeted by Wang Dong in every possible way, Huo Yuhao had long since hated him to the bone. How could he possibly realize that Wang Dong was acting like an elementary school boy teasing a girl simply to draw her attention?

Furthermore, the Spirit Eyes' spiritual detection and sharing had not been discovered. He had failed to earn the appreciation of Fan Yu from the Soul Tool Department, and he had not met He Caitou through it either.

In this enormous Class One, he was completely alone. During this month of isolation and repression, his heart had quietly become twisted.

Although he could not defeat Wang Dong, an opportunity to make Wang Dong embarrass himself in public had now appeared before him. How could he possibly let it go?

It did not matter even if his opponent was Ling Tianchen, someone he did not particularly like either. As long as he could disgust Wang Dong, that was enough.