Not Like Me, Who Only Knows How to Dote on My Brother

"Senior Brother is so nice, not like me, who only knows how to dote on my brother."

Gu Yue's voice reached Fang Ming's ears again, carrying a hint of playfulness.

"Act normal."

Fang Ming spoke in an even tone.

"Senior Brother doesn't like me like this?"

Gu Yue's voice came again, sounding somewhat innocent. "Then I can switch styles. For example... be a little colder?"

Fang Ming: "..."

He thought about it. Endure for a moment and the wind would be calm; take a step back and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

So Fang Ming raised a hand and ruffled Gu Yue's hair.

"Fang Ming, you..."

Gu Yue froze slightly. A trace of astonishment appeared on her cool face, then her cheeks reddened faintly, and her voice carried a touch of embarrassed annoyance. "What are you doing?!"

Fang Ming remained calm. "Nothing. You seemed a little abnormal, so I helped you clear your head."

Gu Yue shot him a glare but did not say anything else.

She merely silently tidied her rumpled hair, turned her face away, and stopped looking at him.

Yet the tips of her ears were quietly tinged with a thin blush, like clouds dyed by the setting sun.

"It's over, Boss has fallen in love..."

Seeing this, Xie Xie lowered his voice and muttered to Zhang Yangzi beside him, his tone carrying a hint of enjoying the show.

Zhang Yangzi glanced at him and replied quietly, "Keep it down. Don't let Boss hear you."

"Okay!"

Xie Xie chuckled, and he and Zhang Yangzi continued their discussion.

Wang Jinxi watched Xie Xie and Zhang Yangzi chatting animatedly, his face full of helplessness.

The moment Xie Xie arrived, Zhang Yangzi had been snatched away from him. He did not even have anyone to talk to anymore.

Fang Ming heard every word of their conversation clearly but could not be bothered to respond.

His gaze was calm and his expression unchanged, as though nothing had happened.

At the podium, Ye Yingluo clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention.

"Alright, students, quiet down!"

The noise in the classroom gradually subsided, and everyone turned to look at the young and beautiful homeroom teacher.

"Welcome to Class One, Year One of Eastsea Academy's Intermediate Division."

Ye Yingluo spoke gently. "I am your homeroom teacher, Ye Yingluo."

"If nothing unexpected happens, you will all be my students for the next six years."

"From now on, if you encounter any problems at the academy, you can come find me at any time."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the classroom. "Today is the first day of school, so let's get to know each other first."

"Take turns introducing yourselves. Tell us your names, martial souls, and Soul Power Levels."

"You can also tell us what kind of Soul Master you want to become in the future."

"I'll start things off."

Ye Yingluo spoke in a crisp voice. "My martial soul is the Jade Blue Bird. I am a level forty-eight Soul Ancestor, and my goal is to become an agility-type Titled Douluo."

As soon as she finished speaking, low exclamations rose throughout the classroom.

A level forty-eight Soul Ancestor was already quite formidable among homeroom teachers in the Intermediate Division, not to mention that she was still so young.

"Next, let's start with the left side of the first row."

Ye Yingluo's gaze fell on the boy seated at the far left of the first row.

"Hello, Teacher. Hello, classmates."

The boy stood up, his voice loud and clear. "My name is Pu Liyong. My martial soul is the Mighty Wild Boar, and I am a level fifteen Soul Master."

"My goal is to become a power-attack-type Titled Douluo."

"Not bad. That's a very good goal."

Ye Yingluo nodded encouragingly.

Immediately afterward, a small, thin boy stood up. "Ming Quan, martial soul: dagger. Level fifteen Soul Master. My goal is to become an agility-type Titled Douluo."

Another girl stood up, her pleasant voice carrying a hint of sweetness. "Hello, Teacher. Hello, classmates. My name is Liu Ruyan. My martial soul is the Bewitching Fox. I am a level seventeen Soul Master, and my goal is to become a control-type Titled Douluo."

Ye Yingluo smiled and nodded in approval.

The students introduced themselves one after another.

The students assigned to Class One, Year One at Eastsea Academy were all far from weak.

The overall standard was very high. Even the weakest among them had cultivation no lower than level fifteen, and there were even several level sixteen Soul Masters.

"Wei Xiaofeng, martial soul: Azure Shadow Snake. Level eighteen Soul Master. My goal is to become an agility-type Titled Douluo."

A handsome young man with a center part stood up.

"Whoa, level eighteen!"

"The highest in the class so far!"

Voices rose one after another, filled with surprise and envy.

Wei Xiaofeng heard them, and the corners of his lips curled upward as he felt immensely pleased.

As he sat down, his gaze casually swept over the back rows, carrying a faint sense of superiority.

Soon, it was the back rows' turn.

Xie Xie stood up and adjusted his collar, a trace of arrogance on his face. "Xie Xie, Twin Martial Souls: Light Dragon Dagger and Shadow Dragon Dagger. Level eighteen agility-type Soul Master.

"My goal is to become the fastest agility-type Soul Master."

"Six hundred sixty-six."

Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi looked at each other. Xie Xie had really managed to show off.

"My name is Zhang Yangzi. My martial soul is the Dark Phantom Demon Eagle. I am a level nineteen Soul Master, and my goal is to become the strongest agility-type Soul Master."

Zhang Yangzi stood up with a slight smile, his tone calm and composed.

Wang Jinxi stood up as well, his voice steady. "My name is Wang Jinxi. My martial soul is the Bone Dragon King. I am a level nineteen Soul Master, and my goal is to become the strongest power-attack-type Soul Master."

The classroom instantly fell silent again.

The smile on Wei Xiaofeng's face stiffened slightly before returning to normal, though his gaze now held a trace of resentment.

On the Douluo Continent, nearly everyone's goal or dream was to become a Titled Douluo.

However, only a handful could truly reach that step.

Even so, the passion and ambition of the young would never be extinguished just because the road ahead was difficult.

Ye Yingluo looked at the students in the class, a trace of gratification in her eyes.

This year's class seemed more interesting than those of previous years.

"Fang Ming, martial soul: Flame. Level thirty-eight Soul Elder."

When Fang Ming stood up to introduce himself, the entire classroom instantly erupted.

"What... a level thirty-eight Soul Elder?!"

"My god, level thirty-eight at nine years old?! That's way too outrageous!"

"Doesn't that mean... he's only one step away from level forty, from becoming a Soul Ancestor!"

At that moment, cries of shock rang through the classroom.

A nine-year-old level thirty-eight Soul Elder was terrifying beyond belief!

"Not bad."

Surprise and praise flashed through Ye Yingluo's eyes.

Immediately afterward, Gu Yue stood up, her tone cool. "Gu Yue, martial soul: Elemental Emissary. Level thirty-eight Soul Elder."

Another Soul Elder!

The classroom fell into shock once more.

"Did I hear that right? Our class has two Soul Elders?"

"How are we supposed to compete with this? They're each more ridiculous than the last..."

"With strength like this, they'd be among the best even in the upper grades, right?"

Ye Yingluo's gaze moved back and forth between the two of them, and her smile grew increasingly obvious.

Eastsea Academy had produced true dragons this year!

Wei Xiaofeng's expression changed completely.

He had originally thought his level eighteen Soul Power was already among the best in Class One.

But first, Xie Xie's Twin Martial Souls had overshadowed him. Then came Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi, both at level nineteen, followed by Fang Ming and Gu Yue, who were directly level thirty-eight Soul Elders.

The talent he had been so proud of instantly became dull and insignificant in this classroom.