Call Me Wang Douluo from Now On

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Today was finally Shrek Academy's first day of classes.

Wang Xiao, Wang Dong'er, and Huo Yuhao entered Freshman Class One and sat together.

More and more freshmen filed in. Before long, over seventy of the classroom's hundred seats were occupied.

After today, I won't be able to stay in Class One anymore, Wang Xiao muttered to himself.

He had no desire to spend the next year submitting to Zhou Yi's tyrannical rule. That would be miserable.

A saying came to mind, and he felt it suited the current situation perfectly.

Experts and powerhouses did not necessarily know how to teach. They were merely strong themselves, unable to pass that strength on to their students.

Zhou Yi was exactly the sort of person who could not teach. She expelled students at the slightest provocation, acting entirely according to her own preferences.

Of course, she was not much of an expert either. With the continent's current abundance of cultivation resources, even someone with average talent could be piled up to Soul Emperor level with enough money.

Soul Saint was the true dividing line.

"Hey, aren't you being too arrogant? You're even looking down on Soul Emperors." Sitting beside him, Wang Dong'er naturally heard every word.

Huo Yuhao was filled with admiration. As expected of Brother Wang—even Soul Emperors were like ants in his eyes.

"What do you mean, looking down on them? Don't go slapping labels on me."

Wang Xiao pondered, "A soldier who does not want to become a general is not a good soldier. As Soul Masters, we should aim to become Titled Douluo. Only by setting lofty goals will we avoid becoming complacent over breaking through one or two minor realms."

"So, I shall call myself Wang Douluo and constantly spur myself never to slack off!"

"Brother Wang, I think what you said makes sense. I want to become a Titled Douluo too!" Though Huo Yuhao did not really understand, he was deeply impressed.

Wang Dong'er was speechless. There was a reason these two could get along so well.

"You two are dreaming in broad daylight. You can count the Titled Douluo in the Soul Master world on one hand. Do you really think they grow like cabbages?"

"What do you know? Only by setting lofty goals can one forge an invincible conviction. One day, I will be undefeated among those of the same realm and ultimately become unmatched beneath the heavens," Wang Xiao declared domineeringly.

The surrounding freshmen let out sighs and scoffs at his wildly arrogant words, thinking he was putting on far too much of an act.

"Heh, invincible in the same realm? He doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth," someone sneered.

After all, those who could attend Shrek Academy were either wealthy or noble; none were simple figures. This was especially true for upperclassmen, who were basically all disciples of major sects.

Of course, some felt that Wang Xiao possessed the aura of a king. To hold such lofty ambitions at his level of cultivation meant he would surely be no ordinary person in the future.

Ignoring the voices around him, Wang Xiao shifted closer to Wang Dong'er and coaxed, "Investing in me now is the same as paving a path for yourself. You only need to give up some pills, secret techniques, or heavenly treasures, and in the future, you'll gain a Titled Douluo ally."

"How about it? Tempted?"

He knew that the Clear Sky Sect stood behind Wang Dong'er. Its resources were abundant, and it even had two Peerless Douluo overseeing it. Leaking just a little of those resources would be enough for him to break through.

"Tempted, my ass!" Wang Dong'er shoved him away.

Everyone around them looked at him with disdain. He was swindling people, and he would not even spare his deskmate.

Those who had initially thought Wang Xiao possessed the aura of an overlord felt blind for having admired such a shameless person.

Just then, the clacking sound of high heels came from the hallway.

An elderly woman in a white uniform, her face covered in wrinkles, walked in.

The previously noisy classroom seemed to have had its pause button pressed, falling so silent that a needle dropping could be heard.

Most of them knew she was a Soul Emperor with a fiery temper, so none dared act recklessly.

"My name is Zhou Yi, your homeroom teacher. To be honest, I am very dissatisfied with all of you. From the moment I entered, I noticed three problems."

Zhou Yi frowned deeply, her expression extremely stern. "First, this is a place for learning, not a marketplace. If you want to make noise, get outside and do it!"

"Second, the moment you saw me enter, every one of you became too afraid to speak. What a bunch of turtles hiding in their shells!"

"Third, I don't care who you were before. Once you enter my class, no trash will ever pass the assessment. What I, Zhou Yi, cultivate are monsters, not wastes!"

"Do you understand?"

Zhou Yi's sharp gaze swept across every freshman.

At the end of the day, they were only teenagers. How could they have experienced such suffocating teaching before? They all obediently listened.

"We understand," everyone answered meekly.

"Very good."

Only then did Zhou Yi look slightly satisfied, and her tightly furrowed brows eased a little.

"Everyone who got into a fight during the registration period, stand up!"

Feeling her imposing and terrifying stare, everyone shuddered. They exchanged glances, looking at one another. Who had angered this old woman again?

Wang Xiao frowned. He truly disliked this sort of teaching method that relied on intimidation, but he stood up anyway.

Seeing him rise, Wang Dong'er and Huo Yuhao stood as well.

"Only three?"

Zhou Yi looked at everyone with utter contempt and said disdainfully, "What a bunch of trash. Have you even forgotten Shrek's motto?"

"Soul Masters who do not dare cause trouble are all mediocrities! Look at yourselves—does any one of you still have even a shred of spirit?"

Everyone lowered their heads, too thoroughly chastised to say a word.

"Now, immediately, at once! Other than those three, all of you get out and run laps around the plaza. Anyone who fails to complete one hundred laps before the dismissal bell rings will be expelled!"