Who Punishes Good People with a Hundred Laps for Not Fighting?

With only a few minutes left before the bell rang, all one hundred students of Class One, Year One had already chosen their seats and sat down.

At the start of Year One, there had been ten freshman classes, each with one hundred students.

In other words, even if Zhou Yi did not expel students until there were fewer than enough to form teams, there would still be people left alone without teammates.

This situation had continued until now. Huo Yuhao did not believe there was no solution.

As Huo Yuhao pondered this, the class bell rang. All the students stopped whispering and straightened up, waiting for the teacher to arrive.

When the bell ended, an elderly woman walked into the classroom. Her face was wrinkled, her gray-white hair was coiled atop her head, and she wore a white robe.

Huo Yuhao was extremely familiar with this elderly woman. She was his homeroom teacher, Zhou Yi.

His evaluation of Zhou Yi was simple: strict. Other than being strict, she only showed a little gentleness toward the students she favored.

Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, and Xiao Xiao were examples of that. As for the poor, ordinary students, there was nothing to say.

After arriving behind the podium, Zhou Yi swept her sharp gaze over every student in Class One.

Under Zhou Yi's gaze, the students of Class One became exceptionally nervous.

Perhaps this was the intimidation brought by a teacher.

"My name is Zhou Yi, and I will be your homeroom teacher for the next three months. Every one of you had better remember this: what I intend to cultivate are monsters, not a bunch of trash or idiots!"

"Anyone who fails to meet my standards has no right to remain at Shrek!"

Not only was her voice unpleasantly hoarse, but Zhou Yi's words also provoked public outrage.

What kind of joke was this? Those who could obtain recommendation letters at the level of a city lord and skip the registration process were elites among their peers. Yet in Zhou Yi's eyes, they were called trash.

Who could possibly stand for that?

No one knew what explosives Zhou Yi had eaten so early in the morning to be so angry. School had only just started. What teacher would insult them as trash and idiots the moment classes began? No normal teacher would act like this.

Upon hearing Zhou Yi call her trash and an idiot, Xue Ningbing was the most displeased.

If she was trash and an idiot, then what was Zhou Yi? Non-recyclable garbage?

"Calm down. There will be a day when we can teach Zhou Yi a lesson, but it isn't now." Seeing Xue Ningbing's anger, Huo Yuhao held her ice-cold hand and comforted her, steadying her emotions.

Hearing Huo Yuhao's words, Xue Ningbing tried her best to control herself, but all the cold air she gave off transferred onto Huo Yuhao.

Meanwhile, when Wang Dong saw Zhou Yi's attitude, he immediately resolved to transfer classes.

It was obvious that Zhou Yi was venting her frustrations from last semester on them.

Wang Dong had no idea what miserable days awaited them over the next three months.

What Zhou Yi did not know was that because of this attitude, the core members of Class One would transfer away, causing her to lose this year's Freshman Tournament championship later on.

"During these past few days of registration, anyone who has gotten into a fight, stand up!"

Zhou Yi's words left the students below utterly dumbfounded. Who had nothing better to do than fight during this time? They did not even know one another. Who would court death by starting a fight?

Huo Yuhao did not stand up at Zhou Yi's words. Fighting? What a joke. He had merely been having a friendly exchange with his future wife. How could that count as fighting?

When Wang Dong noticed from the corner of his eye that Huo Yuhao had not stood up, he simply remained seated as well.

He also felt that what had happened between them did not count as a fight at all.

A real fight should have been something like a greatly weakened version of a Soul Master duel.

When not a single student in Class One stood up, Zhou Yi's brow twitched. In an imposing voice, she said, "There are one hundred people in this class, yet not one of you has fought? You really are a bunch of cowards. How did people like you even enter Shrek? Haven't you heard the saying, 'Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre'?"

"All of you, go to the track and run one hundred laps! You have one hour. Anyone who fails to meet the target will be expelled!"

The already furious students became even angrier upon hearing Zhou Yi's words. Although most first-year students were Grand Soul Masters, so running one hundred laps within an hour was not much of a problem, the few Soul Masters around levels fifteen to nineteen would find it difficult.

This would lead some students with low soul power to cut corners in order to complete the laps. As long as Zhou Yi kept watching those students near the bottom of the rankings, she could easily find the most suitable excuse to expel them.

This was also the first step in Zhou Yi's selection of students she intended to cultivate, all for the sake of her consistently top-ranked advancement rate.

Faced with Zhou Yi's repeated unreasonable behavior, Xue Ningbing could no longer endure it.

If Zhou Yi had given her even a proper reason, she would not have been so angry. But that idiot Zhou Yi was punishing them with one hundred laps simply because they had not fought when school started, and they only had one hour. It was easy enough for them and not much of a problem, but what about everyone else?

Now, even Huo Yuhao could not stop the enraged Xue Ningbing.

Huo Yuhao could only pray that Zhou Yi would take care of herself. How had he failed to notice that Zhou Yi's attitude during this period was so terrible?

Perhaps it was because Zhou Yi had given him special treatment in his previous life that he had not reacted at all?

Xue Ningbing cursed at Zhou Yi, "You dead old hag! Why should we have to run a hundred laps for no reason at the start of school?"

"Why? Because I am your homeroom teacher. Whatever I tell you to do, you have to do. Even if I told you to run a thousand laps, you would have no right to refuse. That is the authority of your homeroom teacher!" In response to Xue Ningbing's questioning, Zhou Yi did not lose any momentum as she put on the airs of a homeroom teacher.

After saying this, Zhou Yi revealed her soul rings.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black. Six soul rings appeared in the air, and the powerful aura of a Soul Emperor directly suppressed the other students, who had been planning to denounce Zhou Yi alongside Xue Ningbing, until they did not dare speak.

Seeing that every student around her had fallen silent, Zhou Yi knew her aura had become sufficient to make them shut up.

But what Zhou Yi had not expected was that the little girl who had been the first to curse at her showed no reaction at all.