Super Intelligence Told Me It Was Time to Use Super Strength!

Late at night,

Wang Dong lay on his dorm bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Scenes from the day kept flashing through his mind.

Three ten-thousand-year soul rings, strength powerful enough to force the dean, a Titled Douluo, back with a single punch—was that really power a new student should possess?

He wanted to ask, but who would casually reveal such a secret to someone else?

Wang Dong pulled the blanket over his head, trying to stop thinking about it and force himself to sleep.

But then he thought of Ye Ming pinning him beneath him, of those gold-and-silver eyes, and of the humiliation of scrubbing his back for him in the bathroom.

When had the young sect master of the Haotian Sect ever suffered such indignity?

He turned his head and looked at the sleeping Ye Ming, only to realize that he did not seem to be angry at all.

Unable to sleep no matter how much he thought about it, Wang Dong suddenly sat up. He glanced at the sleeping Ye Ming, quietly slipped out of bed, and tiptoed over to Ye Ming's bedside.

His eyelashes are so long. He looks like a girl too.

He's obviously so good-looking, so why does he always act like such a hooligan?

Wang Dong clenched his little fists. Just you wait. Once I can beat you, I'll make you scrub my back every day... No, that'd be letting him off too easily.

Hmph. I'll make you wash my feet every day.

At the thought of that scene, Wang Dong let out a snicker.

He hurriedly covered his mouth, but when he looked up, he met those gold-and-silver eyes that seemed to hold swirling stars.

Wang Dong's body trembled, and he instinctively said, "B-Boss..."

"What, not used to sleeping alone? Can't fall asleep by yourself?"

Ye Ming muttered, grabbed Wang Dong with one hand and tossed him beside himself, then casually pulled him into his arms and covered them with the blanket. "Since you're my little brother, I'll spoil you this once."

"Go to sleep. We've got class tomorrow."

"Ah, ah!" Wang Dong tried to struggle, but Ye Ming's hands were like iron clamps. He simply could not break free.

His face flushed red, and his body stiffened like iron. He wanted to explain, but Ye Ming's steady breathing came from behind him.

He doesn't know I'm a girl... so it's normal for boys to sleep together, right?

It's perfectly reasonable for a boss and his little brother to share a bed, right?

Feeling the breathing behind him and smelling Ye Ming's faint, distinctive scent, Wang Dong's mind inexplicably went blank.

He stopped struggling. With a faint smile on his lips, he rested on Ye Ming's arm and gradually drifted off to sleep.

Early the next morning,

When Wang Dong woke up, he found himself still lying in Ye Ming's bed, but Ye Ming was nowhere to be seen.

Just as a trace of disappointment rose in his heart, Ye Ming's voice came from the doorway. "Little brother, hurry up. Time for class."

"Ah! Coming!"

Wang Dong hurriedly tidied himself up and went outside. At a glance, he spotted two stunning girls with exceptional bearing standing beside Ye Ming.

When his gaze passed over Gu Yuena, he felt as though he had met an iceberg. The aura of a young sect master he had developed in the Haotian Sect had no effect on her at all, and he inexplicably felt inferior.

Then he looked at Wang Qiuer, and Wang Dong rubbed his eyes uncertainly.

"H-How is this possible...?"

His parents had clearly passed away, and neither his eldest nor second uncle had ever said he had a younger sister!

But that appearance was far too similar.

"They're my younger sisters, Wang Qiuer and Gu Yuena." Ye Ming then introduced Wang Dong to them. "This is my newly recruited little brother, Wang Dong."

Gu Yuena glanced at Wang Dong, then gave Wang Qiuer a suspicious look before linking her mind to Ye Ming's. "There's something strange about this child. I can't see through her."

"Did you come to this academy for her?"

Ye Ming led everyone toward the teaching building and answered in his mind as well. "Yes!"

"Fate tells me that Wang Dong is an important piece of the puzzle to whether we succeed."

"Only by controlling him will we have the confidence to act in the future."

The power of fate was mysterious and profound.

Even Gu Yuena could not comprehend its mysteries.

But she trusted Ye Ming.

On the way, Ye Ming introduced Gu Yuena to the academy. "Shrek Academy is divided into the Martial Soul Department and the Soul Guidance Department, focusing respectively on martial soul development and soul guidance technology."

"Yue'er, soul guidance technology is on the rise and has already become a major aid to the soul master system."

"As soul guidance technology advances, it will only be a matter of time before human soul masters create god-slaying soul tools."

He said frankly, "That's why I think one of the three of us must study in the Soul Guidance Department."

"It's a devastating weapon!"

"You want me to study soul tools?" Gu Yuena had seen the marvels of soul guidance technology over the past few days, and she too felt that human soul guidance technology was impressive.

Top-tier soul tools could already threaten Titled Douluo. If soul guidance technology broke through again, it would be enough to threaten god-level beings.

Ye Ming nodded. "Qiuer has no brains."

"My super intelligence tells me that when I encounter trouble, I need to use super strength!"

"You possess the Elemental Silver Dragon Martial Soul, and your spiritual attribute is more outstanding. You're the smartest among us."

"So you're the most suitable one to go to the Soul Guidance Department."

Gu Yuena ignored Wang Qiuer's bared teeth and rolled her eyes at Ye Ming.

Ye Ming also possessed a spiritual attribute and the Elemental Silver Dragon Martial Soul. Moreover, with the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm's enhancement, his spiritual power was even more outstanding.

But precisely because he possessed two god-level martial souls, Ye Ming's cultivation was more difficult than that of ordinary people and required more time.

Naturally, they could not say such things in front of Wang Dong, whom they did not know well yet.

Gu Yuena nodded in agreement. "Then when it's time to choose departments, I'll choose the Soul Guidance Department."

When the group of four arrived at the classroom, the bell rang at just the right moment.

As soon as the four sat down in a row, an elderly woman in a white robe walked in.

"My name is Zhou Yi, and I am your homeroom teacher. I'm not sure how many of you will make it through the coming year with me. But let me tell you this: in my class, no trash will ever pass the assessment!"

"What I want to cultivate are monsters, not fools!"

"Stand up if you've fought since enrollment began!"

For a moment, everyone in the class looked at each other.

Ye Ming raised an eyebrow but did not stand.

He found Old Zhou's teaching methods rather speechless. Those who entered Shrek were all outstanding talents.

The academy only selected geniuses to cultivate?

Did geniuses even need her to cultivate them?

Shrek had gathered geniuses from across the continent, yet in the end, hadn't it still been blown up by soul tools created by others?

Right now, all he wanted was for class to end so he could have a good fight at the Soul Fighting Arena and hone his combat skills.

Wang Dong had intended to stand, but when he saw that Ye Ming had not moved, he obediently remained seated as well.

When Zhou Yi saw that no one had stood, her brows knitted tightly together.

"Wang Dong, Ye Ming, stand up!"

"You fought but don't even dare admit it. The academy has no need for dishonest students like you!"

Ye Ming slowly rose to his feet, looked Zhou Yi directly in the eye, and smiled. "Teacher, it's not that I refuse to admit it. I just don't think that counted as a fight."

"A fight is when evenly matched opponents risk their lives, trading blow after blow."

"Wang Dong and I appreciate each other and exchanged courtesy. That wasn't a fight. At most, it was flirting."

Wang Dong bit his lip, stood up, and glared fiercely at Ye Ming.

Bastard!

This guy did not take him seriously at all.

Flirting... Damn it! Damn it!

Zhou Yi choked on her words, her brows furrowing.

Given her temperament, she truly wanted to expel Ye Ming, this troublemaker, on the spot.

But the dean had given a strict order: she had to teach Ye Ming herself.

Thinking of Ye Ming's three ten-thousand-year soul rings, Zhou Yi became interested as well.

A terrifying aura surged from her body. Two yellow, two purple, and six black soul rings rose beneath her feet.

"Good!"

"Since you say you weren't fighting, then let your teacher have one of those blow-for-blow battles you speak of!"

"If you can last for the time it takes an incense stick to burn under my hands, not only will I overlook the two of you, but from now on, you can do whatever you want in my classes!"

Ye Ming smiled. His super intelligence told him it was time to use super strength.

"Then I'll have to ask Teacher Zhou to go easy on me."