Little Ancestor, Spare Me Some Face, I'm Begging You! (Please Keep Reading~)

Yan Shaozhe wore a dark blue outfit and walked swiftly, his expression carrying a rare seriousness. His gaze swept across the entire field before landing precisely on Zhou Yi on the track.

Two people followed behind him: Xian Lin'er and Zhou Yi's husband, Fan Yu.

Fan Yu did not look well. His lips were pressed tightly together, and his gaze remained fixed on Zhou Yi. He wanted to step forward, but Xian Lin'er quietly stopped him.

Yan Shaozhe strode up to Tang Wulin, opened his mouth, and had only gotten out half a word. "Little..."

The instant his mouth formed the word "little," Tang Wulin rapidly shook his head at him.

Yan Shaozhe stopped speaking. He glanced at Tang Wulin, his eyes lingering for a moment on the gentle smile on the young man's face.

Then he gave a slight nod, swallowed the words "junior brother" that had reached his lips, cleared his throat, and adopted an official tone as he spoke solemnly, "Zhou Yi."

His voice was not loud, but it carried far across the quiet field.

Zhou Yi finally came to a complete stop.

She stood in the middle of the track, her feet seemingly filled with lead and nailed to the ground. Her entire body trembled slightly, while the loose strands before her forehead had been plastered to her cheeks by sweat and tears.

She raised her head and stared blankly in Yan Shaozhe's direction. Her lips moved, but only a broken breath escaped.

Yan Shaozhe stood there with his hands behind his back, his gaze falling on Zhou Yi's utterly disheveled face. His tone was cold and clear.

"As a homeroom teacher, not only did you fail to set an example, you repeatedly verbally abused students. Furthermore, without receiving any authorization, you privately claimed to possess the authority to expel students. I reviewed the Academic Affairs Office's records. During your previous teaching assignments, you repeatedly punished students in violation of regulations, and after being reported, you used your husband's authority to suppress the complaints."

Yan Shaozhe transmitted his voice to Tang Wulin. Little ancestor, if you have any grievances, deal with them privately. Making such a scene in public is bad for Shrek Academy. I'm begging you!

Tang Wulin nodded.

Zhou Yi's body swayed. She opened her mouth as though she wanted to argue, but her throat was as dry as if it had been scraped by sandpaper, and no sound came out.

Yan Shaozhe did not pause and continued, "Article Three of Chapter Five of Shrek Academy's Teacher Regulations clearly states that teachers who improperly insult students verbally under serious circumstances shall, following an audit by Sea God Pavilion, receive disciplinary action ranging from a demerit or suspension to dismissal, depending on the situation. Zhou Yi, I have already reported your matter to Sea God Pavilion. Until you receive formal notice of your punishment, you are suspended."

The field was so quiet that only the wind rustling through the plane tree leaves could be heard.

Zhou Yi stood in the middle of the track. Her boots, soaked through with blood, had already left a small circle of dark red footprints.

Her arms hung at her sides, her shoulders slightly slumped. It was as though something had utterly crushed her.

She remained silent for a long time before squeezing out a sentence with extreme difficulty, her voice dry as sandpaper scraping over wood. "...I understand."

After saying that, she slowly turned around and dragged her blood-soaked boots toward the entrance of the field, one step at a time.

As she passed Fan Yu, he raised a hand as if to support her, but Zhou Yi walked straight past him as though she had not seen him, never looking back.

Fan Yu stood where he was, watching her retreating figure move farther away step by step. His lips moved, but in the end, he did not say anything.

Tang Wulin rose from the bench, put the folding stool back into his storage soul tool, dusted off nonexistent dirt from his hands, then turned to look at the neatly lined-up first-year students behind him.

The sunlight shone from behind him, stretching his shadow long and straight across the dark red track.

"All right." The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, and his tone was light. "You've had your lesson, and you've seen an example. Dismissed. Remember to come to class on time tomorrow."

Then he beckoned to Gu Yuena. The little girl immediately ran out from the line, her silver-white hair swaying softly in the wind. She stopped at his side and smiled up at him.

Tang Wulin reached up and ruffled her hair, then led her away from the field.

Wang Dong and Huo Yuhao exchanged a glance, then followed them without a word.

The ninety-one new students stood at the edge of the field, watching that figure gradually disappear into the distance. Several breaths passed before someone muttered softly, "...It looks like our class has ended up with someone incredible."

The people beside him did not respond. They merely nodded silently.

"No, wait! Our homeroom teacher has been suspended. So who is going to be our homeroom teacher?" one petite girl asked softly, her face filled with confusion.

"The dean knows about it, so it probably won't be a problem..." Yun Xiaopiao said quietly from the side. "He's so cool! He's practically my idol!"

God Realm, Sea God Temple.

Tang San reclined against a long chair wreathed in cloud patterns. Before him, a crystalline oval projection reflected the scene in the lower realm in real time, the image fixed on the tall, upright back of the young man on Shrek Academy's field. Morning light dusted his shoulders with a thin layer of gold, his steps leisurely and composed as a string of quiet new students followed behind him.

Tang San watched with relaxed brows. His fingertips lightly tapped the armrest twice, while the smile at the corner of his mouth could not be suppressed, carrying the pride and certainty of just as I expected.

"As expected of my son." His tone was filled with undisguised pride, his eyes still fixed on the light mirror. "He has courage and strategy, understands how to leverage circumstances, and knows how to win people over. His temperament is exactly like mine when I was young."

Just as his words fell, a series of heavy footsteps sounded from the hall entrance.

Tang Hao strode in, his figure as burly as ever. Even now, his otherwise decent clothes still carried a lingering earthy smell, as though he had just come out of the vegetable garden.

His tiger-like eyes swept across the hall. When he saw the scene in the light mirror, a broad grin instantly spread across his weathered old face, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"Obviously, he takes after me the most." Tang Hao slapped his chest, his booming voice making even the cloud patterns on the ceiling tremble twice. "That hammer swings with such ferocity. One look tells you he's got the blood of our Clear Sky Sect! Little San, what did you call your father here for? Hehe!"

Tang Hao instantly recalled the time he had beaten Zhao Wuji without even using his martial soul!

Only then did Tang San withdraw his gaze from the God Realm's core and turn around. The smile on his face faded somewhat, replaced by a serious expression, while his tone carried a hint of consultation.

"Father, it's like this. That old fellow Destruction God has been keeping a close eye on the child in the lower realm, so it isn't convenient for me to intervene directly. I would like to ask you to make a trip down there personally and protect your little grandson from the shadows. If any blind fool comes looking for trouble, you can help keep an eye on things for him."